So I listen to A LOT of My Chemical Romance, and consequently it inspires my writing sometimes. Anyway, this contains character death so don't read it if that's not your thing. You can decide who's point of view this is in.
I don't own TMNT. You would know if I did, 'cause there would be a lot of dead and bloody Foot Ninja :P
Inspired by the song, "You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison", by My Chemical Romance
They're never gonna get me. Like a bullet through a flock of doves, they'll always miss. But when they hit one of my brothers, it stings more than any physical pain they could inflict upon me. If one of them dies, nothing will ever be the same. I say a silent prayer as I rush to my baby brother, his mask no longer orange but red with all of the blood he's losing. It's too much. Too much to bear. It's too late, too late for me to do a thing. I beg him to hold on, but there's not enough of it. Not enough blood left, because it's spilling all over the roof. There's crimson everywhere. I'm losing him. I'm losing myself. I try to stay sane. I try to remember all of the good times we've had, but it seems like it's been so long. I don't remember. I remember. With agonizing pain I recall it all. Every time you made me laugh, every time I scolded you for not paying attention. I remember.
I wake up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath. I relive that fight every night in my dreams. Even now that it's been a few months. I'm trying to go about life, trying to be strong for the others. But life is but a dream for the dead. And that's what I became the night you were taken.