Hello! Welcome to the third chapter of Watching Over You! I'm sorry I didn't update last week, I was busy. But here it is, this time back to Raph's point of view.

Ninjago1019: heheh, I love cliffhangers. I'm glad you're enjoying my story! Thanks for the review! :)

Summary: Raphael have been missing for weeks, and the turtles are quickly losing their hope. But what they didn't know is that their brother was closer than they thought. They just couldn't see him.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.

-Ghosts can't cry.-

It's been almost a month since that happened, since I died. I won't lie, I thought that death would be much worse, I though it would be scary. It's not that bad, but it is really exhausting. Rest in peace my ass, this shit leaves me more tired than a punishment training from Master Splinter. Also, it's really boring. I can't touch anything or anyone, not even my brothers. My brothers... I really miss the warmth of the lair, of my family. There's another reason of why death sucks, I feel nothing. Not even the hole in my chest, in my heart. I can't feel the blood pouring from it. I can't feel the pain. Nothing. I just feel tired, really tired, but I can't sleep. Talking about not being able to sleep, there comes Mikey. Again. It must be the third time this week, he wakes up in the middle of the day, go to the kitchen and stays there drinking coffee. Sometimes he would cry, and I can't help but cry invisible tears as well. It hurts so much not being able to comfort him like I always used to... Whenever I tried to touch him, my hand would pass straight through his body. I just stopped trying.

"Nightmare?"

I heard Donny's sudden voice, I guess I'm losing my ninja sense, 'cause I didn't hear nor see Donatello getting out of his room. He had stayed up late again, this is going to kill him someday. Heh, says the dead turtle.

"Wow! Dude, you scared me!"

Don't worry, he scared me too.

"Sorry. Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I mean, my heart almost jumped out of my body, but I'm fine."

If I still had a whole heart to jump out of my body.

"No, like, are you really fine? You're up early..."

"I'm okay, I guess... I'm kinda used to it already..."

Liar. I know you're not ok and I know you're not used to it. Who gets used to seeing their family getting killed in front of them every week? Yeah, nobody.

"Don't worry, Mikey. We're going to find him. You know how he is stubborn and hot headed, he is not going to let some guy kill him without a fight. And, knowing Raph, he's the one that's going to kill that guy."

Too late, Don. I'm afraid I'm already dead.

"You're right. That's Raph, he's not going to die so quickly."

You guys, I'm not immortal, you know. It would be a lot easier if you just accepted that I'm long gone, it would be easier for you and for me. Ugh, I need some air. But ghosts don't breath. I need to go out a little. But I can't. It's not that I don't want to, but I just can't. Everytime I try to get out of the lair, something push me back inside. The only moment that I can go out is when Leo, Mikey and Don go out searching, but I never can get too far from them. I feel like a trapped animal. Suddenly, I was pushed out of my thoughts when I heard quick steps. Leonardo came running from his room towards the kitchen, an exasperated expression in his face.

"Wow, calm down Leo! What happened?"

"I-it's Casey. He called me."

Casey?

"Casey? What he called you for?"

"He... He... He found Raph's bike."

What?

"What?" Donny asked almost the same time than me, his eyes getting bigger as he processed the information.

"Really? Let's go then! Where is it?" Mikey asked excited.

"Casey said he found it in the middle of a pile of trash. He gave me the address, let's go." Leo said while in his 'leader mode'. They quickly got ready, peaking up their weapons and the key of the van. Without hesitating, they all rushed out of the lair with me running, wait, floating right behind. When something made me stop. Turning to look behind me, I saw Master Splinter staring at my direction, his eyes locked onto mine. Could he see me? Could he see his dead son? I felt my mouth trying to form words, but before any sound left my mouth, a bigger force pushed me toward my brothers. And then I saw it, a solitary tear leaving my father's eye. Suddenly, I was inside the van. I tried to understand what just happened, but everything went all to quickly. Master Splinter saw me? Or was I just imagining things? I don't know anymore. I want this nightmare to end, I just want to sleep. But even death won't let me. And they say life is a bitch. Feeling the van come to a stop, I left it and went towards the pile of trash. Casey and April were already there, and behind them was my bike. Or what was left of it anyway.

"Oh my god..." I heard Mikey whisper, his eyes never leaving my destroyed bike.

"Hey, Leo... I also found these..." Silently, Casey gave Leo something that I couldn't see, getting closer I saw what it was. My sais. Leo didn't say anything, he just stared at them with pained eyes. Shell, it hurts to see him like this.

"Guys! Come see this!" Donny's voice could be heard from the distance, he was in a crouch position in the middle of the road, an analytical expression in his face.

"What is it, Donny?" Leo asked.

"Look at this, there's three marks of tires."

"Sooo?"

"Look, one of them lead to the inside of the dump, it's Raph's bike's mark. The other two stop right there." Don pointed to the end of the marks. "Raph was being chased."

"Is there a way to know which car these tires' marks belong to?"

"Yes, but it would take too long... But I bet it would be a sport car, if it could keep up with the bike's speed."

"Well, that's something..." Mikey said trying to be optimistic.

"But not enough."

I stopped listening to them a long time ago, as I looked at my sais that Leo gently put on the floor next to my bike. I tried to pick them up, but I couldn't.

"FUCK!" I swore loudly as I drove my fist to the pile of trash. Surprisedly, my fist made contact with the trash and a loud 'bang!' could be heard from all the dump. Everyone turned to Casey, who swore he didn't do anything. I was astonished, so I CAN touch things. I tried again, but this time it didn't work. Frustrated, I sat on the floor, watching my brothers trying to find any clues. Unconsciously, my eyes turned themselves to the marks of tires on the floor, a quick flashback passing through my head.

-flashback-

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Oooh, I'm so fucked! I swore as I, once again, dodged a bullet. It's been half an hour since this guy started to chase me and shoot me, at first I was in advantage, but he started to keep up with me, getting closer at every second. I couldn't see anything, everything was a blur because of the speed that I was at the moment. Until the world started to spin. I felt my bike crash against my body, and my arm and leg burst into pain. Everything hurt so much. My eyes started to close, and the last thing that I saw was the shadow of a man walking towards me. Then, everything went black.

-end of the flashback-

I was lucky I didn't die at the moment of the crash. Or was I unlucky 'cause I didn't die at the crash? Whatever, it doesn't matter anymore. I'm dead anyway.

-three hours later-

After what seemed like an eternity, we finally went back to the lair. Arriving there, I quickly went to my room, not wanting to see any of my brothers disappointment for not finding anything really useful. Once inside the room, I closed my eyes, trying to remember how I punched the trash and how it felt good to feel something solid. But my thoughts were interrupted when I heard my door being opened, I turned to see who it were. Master Splinter. I hold my breath, as if he could hear me. My hand automatically went to the hole in my plastron, trying to hide it. I expected his eyes to find mine, but they didn't, he kept staring straight, as if I there was someone there.

"My son..." His voice was quiet, calm and sad. I felt like breaking down right there, but ghosts couldn't cry. Nor could they speak to the living. Or could they?

"M-Master... F-Father?..." My voice felt so weak and fragile, like it could break at any moment, and I wouldn't be surprised if it did. He didn't answer, I knew it. I have been imagining things. Disappointment soon took over my body, and before I could leave the room, I heard it.

"My son... I know you're in there..."

My son, I know you're in there... People have been asking where you've been... /SHOT I'm sorry, I couldn't resist!

I've always thought that if one of the boys died, Splinter would be able to feel their soul leaving their body, and feel it if it were close by. Yup, sad right? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! See you next chapter!

-GW