Stop it with your reviews, your making me blush (and inflate my ego) so I am very proud with how this story is progressing and here is one thing you need to READ: This story is different from my previous, some chapters are going to be in different time lines. Example: One chapter it could be the night Leo went missing to the next chapter where they start to treat Leo's injuries, get it? Well then, lets start!
I have immortal longings
In me
-William Shakespeare
Blue eyes looked longingly at the grizzled sky. His long, raven hair lazily twirled in the breeze. Casey Jones, feet dangling from the edge of an old, grey building. Windows cracked, and walls peeling. His trusty hockey mask lay right beside him, his golf bag strewn across the gritty rooftop. Wasn't he supposed to be trying to find some data where Leonardo was being held captive?
Why, even 'ry? It's useless. And ta the guys are fallin' apar' wit'out Leo Thought Casey dryly, sticking his hands in his pockets. The bone head just didn't know what to do. They were toppling down like dominoes all because one fell down, much to early. Sure, everyone knew that he wasn't very sentimental, due to reasons in his childhood but he truly felt lost. Casey hated the accursed feeling, he felt just like it when the shop had burned down and when his father died. Spent weeks slashing wrists and gambling for dope.
Casey buried his head in his hands and let loose a muffled scream of help. You would think he wouldn't be as bothered because it was Leo who was missing not Raph, but Casey had a special place for all of them. Raph coincidentally had much more in common than his other brothers had. But he could go to Leo when he felt those feelings bubbling to the surface, those demons clawing their way into his mind.
Leo helped him overcome those emotions and demons, Casey knew he could always talk about his troubles to Leo. It felt natural of him to go to the leader for aid. Now his protection was gone and the others who are also so dear to him were shattering like broken glass. His second family was breaking down. Who was going to stop him from doing dope and going back to drinking?
Casey got to his feet slowly, grabbing his mask and bag. He situated the mask securely on his face and slung the bag over his shoulder. Though tired and tormented with heavy emotions, he had to keep going on, for the sake of the Hamato's. Casey leaped off the edge and soared through the air, hitting ground once again and starting to run.
The night was grizzled with stormy clouds, and thunder clapped in the distance. But he had to keep going. For his brothers. Case slid to a stop, hearing near by almost silent foot steps padding behind him. He cracked his neck and knuckles, swinging out his hockey stick like an expert. He turned around just to come face to face with thirty foot ninja.
"Today's a bad day for y'all, cuz I'm real pissed off!" Casey spat, his grip on the hockey stick tightening. The vigilante didn't wait for them to make a move, he charged. He buried himself deep into the dense crowd of ninja, clubbing everything in his path. A punch came straight towards him, but he dodged in time and crouched taking a swing at the ninja's kneecaps.
Casey ignored the sickening crunch and moved forward, elbowing someone in the face and plunging the hockey stick in the mans solar plexus. As the minutes wore on his movements became choppy and uncoordinated, fatigue setting in. He made a quick exchange for his cricket bat and swung hard, colliding with an unfortunate ninjas face. Swinging high and low, he emerged himself in the vibrations of his cricket bat, the sound of bodies hitting the ground, of velvet spraying onto his face, mixing in with the sweat.
Casey didn't even notice the rain start, didn't notice the large burly ninja behind him aiming his kusari-fundo at his head. Lighting flashed, a shadow over Casey's head. The man struck, at the same time Casey dodged just in the nick of time. He whirled around and violently brought the bat down on the ninjas head. Blood erupted and pooled on the ground, next to the sodden bodies.
His lips pulled themselves into a fierce snarl, looking around the now desolate rooftop with a wild glint in his eyes. Casey dropped to his knees, adrenaline draining out to be replace with fatigue. He surveyed the damage he had wreaked; from the still bodies to the ruby colored liquid that began to disperse with the rain.
"Ha! You're all nothin' but a bunch o' cowards, nothin' but a filthy bunch o' cowards!" Casey barked, chortling to himself. A phone ringing pierced the eerie aura that had taken place over the rooftop. Casey let out a string of curses, fumbling in his pockets for the phone. He grabbed it and flipped it open. The other line was static and erratic breathing could be heard,
"Yeah?"
"It's Leo, Casey, he's back"
Okay, so I know it took a while but I had a slight case of writers block, ouch. Anyways I want this story to be focused on everyone's emotions, not jut based only on ones person's turmoils while everyone is all fine and dandy (hehe, dandy) so that's why this chapter is based on Casey, who isn't always wrote about in an emotional level (to me at least) so I hope you like it and please review.
