Hey guys, so this is a new Fan fiction about the Ninja Turtles, mostly Raphael and an original character.
This is my first story about the turtles, so I hope I got their personalities right so we'll have to see.
Hope you enjoy it and feel free to comment or fave.
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Raphael knew it was going to be a bad day, he just knew it. He took shuttering breaths, coughing slightly on his own thick saliva, leaving a thick copper taste on his tongue. The only noise he could hear at this point was the blood rushing in his skull, draining quickly from his body. He covered his right leg with his hands, attempting to keep the fluids from rushing out while he also drained blood from his shoulders and all the way down his arms, peppered with colorful bruises. His shell rested where a tree met the grass, panting as his head began to swim. The ground all around was now soaking in his blood, absorbing his life force and relishing the flavor by the way it swallowed up his precious fluids.
The mutant turtle's face contorted in a searing pain unlike any other. Sure he'd taken hits like this in the past few years, but nothing felt as severe as this. Damn those dragons, Raph hissed to himself silently, throwing his head back as another wave of pain washed over his body, resting it against the bark of the tree. On any other day, he would be sporting his sais, kicking some shell with his brothers, but today he sat alone with only the crickets and some unknown assailants.
He knew the day would be bad the moment he woke up. Hell, the whole week had been bad.
Raphael roared when he awoke, a large stinking puddle beneath his hammock. He could hear Mikey cackling behind the TV set. In the middle of the night, he snuck into his older brother's room and placed his hand in warm water, resulting in the mess under the hammock. The red clad ninja's eyes seemed to burn with vengeance, "Mikey!" he threw the glass at the wall behind the television, shattering it. It was one of Master Splinter's good drinking glasses, but at this point, that wasn't Raph's main concern.
The next minute or so consisted of Raphael attempting to choke his younger brother with his bare hands, succeeding until another voice could be heard, "Raphael, let go of him at once." the voice was calm and aging. Their Master Splinter stood under the stoop of the doorway, holding his cane to his side, tapping it on the hard floor. The two oldest turtles, Leonardo and Donatello, stood behind their master. Leo's face was unreadable, his arms folded neatly in front of him. Donatello on the other hand had his hand covering his mouth, as if he was afraid of saying anything. No doubt he was making all sorts of calculations in his head; what type of things should be check on their youngest brother for and how he would need to keep an eye on the condition of his throat, things like that.
A much as Raph wanted to continue trying to kill his brother, he forced his hands to unwrap from Mikey's throat and to drop him to the floor with a loud thump, "Master Splinter, he started it." He sputtered quickly, "He came into my room and then he….he put my hand in water… and he…" but he slowly lost his voice, breathing deeply as if in a deep slumber. He was just so exhausted for his own good. He hadn't been sleeping well and he was just flat out tired. Not to mention having to help Casey's mom move into a new farm house a few hours away. Casey had practically begged for the turtles to help, claiming that he and April couldn't possibly get everything by themselves. In the end, Leonardo and Splinter both agreed that it would be beneficial for their family to get out of the city and into the fresh air of the country side. For the last week, Raphael had to do most of the heavy lifting out of his brothers for hours on end for the last few days. Finally, the red clad ninja hung his shoulders and sighed heavily, "Master, I apologies for my behavior." He muttered breathlessly. His blood was close to boiling at this point, but exhaustion won the battle.
Their master smiles, his whiskers twitching slightly in the damp air, "That is better, my son. Now that we are already wide and awake, let us begin the day with a few warm up exercises." And that's what they did for the rest of the morning until noon; they stretched and did pushups and crunches, then they spared each other. Apparently, luck wasn't on Raphael's side today and was paired up with Leo and for lack of better words- got his ass kicked. It wasn't his day today, yet he didn't expect to do as badly as he did. Mikey sat up for a while until Donnie could confirm that he was okay- only minor bruising around his neck. When noon rolled around, Master Splinter received a call from Casey, requesting they travel with him up to his mother's house to help unload all of the furniture and boxes. Splinter agreed after a few moments and told the turtles of their new plans for the next few days, "We are going to travel with Casey and April into the country to his mother's house. She is out of town and will not see us, so there will be no threat to our safety."
Once again, they would be on the road for another three or four hour. Raphael, wanting to blow off some steam, decided to take his precious motorcycle to get some alone time. However, once again luck ruined his plans. Donatello's inventions and tinker toys and gadgets and gizmos had somehow multiplied and spilled over into the garage, crowding Raph's bike. While trying to move some of the junk to make a path, his shell bumped into his motorcycle, knocking it over and puncturing the gas tank. Now, he would have to ride with all of his brothers, in Casey's tiny car.
For the next few hours, yelling ensued mostly from the screamo on the radio and from Donnie, telling Casey how bad it was for their hearing. By now, Raphael was a boiling pot, just waiting to spill over with the slightest tilt. Eventually, the tilt happened when they arrived at Casey's mother's house. It was a little blue farm house with a big covered porch, decorated with a simple rocking chair and to the right of the house with a tiny stable with some sheep and a heavily pregnant goat with impossibly long horns. It sat on a few acres of land, surrounded by the dense wooded area which you could get easily lost in without a GPS or a compass. April and Splinter both arrived a few minutes after them with the moving truck. The all began to unload the truck, Raphael and Casey doing most of the lifting while Leo and April instructed where the boxes would need to be while Mikey, Donnie, and Splinter talked amongst themselves about the ride and how they were certain they would have permanent ear damage because of the music, "And then the music got really loud and I felt like banging my head like this!" Mikey began shaking his head to and fro in an almost violent manner. He then began to stumble from his actions and collided with his red clad brother, knocking him to the ground.
This was the tipping point for Raphael. He was frustrated and angry and tired and he was sick of everything; sick of his brothers and sick of the constant supply of things to be carried, "Mikey!" he boomed, "Get the fuck off me!" his anger and strength seemed to focus into a single arm. He thrust his fist into the side of his younger brother's face, causing him to soar a few feet across the brown, dead grass and into the truck of the tree.
Raphael could feel himself becoming dizzy now. He was almost certain that their blades were splashed with some type of poison, which he found odd for the Dragons but nevertheless annoying as hell. The pain was coming in waves, washing over his body like an inferno. He broke out into a sweat, panting heavily now; it felt like he was in a furnace being cooked and skewered for supper. Suddenly, he felt himself become tired and slid on the bark of the tree till he was lying on his back, looking at the moonlight from above its branches. Amazingly, he noticed a small brown cricket, rubbing its back legs together as if making music to some unknown tune, the soft moon light casting a slight shadow on its back and illuminating its eyes.
Great, Raphael thought to himself bitterly, The last thing I'm gonna see is this fucking cricket. He blinked rapidly as his vision began to blur before he passed out.