Red (Raph x April) Part 4

This is a fantasy/fairytale/horror using TMNT Characters, please note they will not act like their counterparts from any universe.
So please keep that in mind and not comment that so and so wouldn't act like that and so forth thanks

This story will be posted in short drabble length parts, that will be updated ever Thursday.

(TMNT CC are AU based fantasy based on 2003 version turtles but not based on TMNT Universe)
Warning (Rated: M) Disturbing Content, Foul Language, violence, gore.
Please Don't Read if you don't like this stuff.

Beautiful, stunning and peaceful even; the light cast shadowy woods were welcoming with plentiful of song and play.

The birds perched on their branches sang the sweet tunes of the evening sun, as butterfly flutter about freely.

There were even curious rabbits that came by time to time, hopping around joyfully, playing their games with others of its kind.

Feeling pleased with her decision for not heading home, April wouldn't have had the opportunity to bear witness to these events, something that the village lacked in comparison, harmony and light.

Sure it was safe back home, but there were times she felt caged, trapped in the endless buildings that didn't remotely gave the same casting of shadows that brought the sense of welcoming or bagging sensation to take a nap or relax within them.

There were more burdened by superstition, lacking the necessities a shadow needed to bring one to a state of calm and safety.

Even with the village being not too plentiful of occupants, she still felt crowded, suffocating at times of being closed in, not feeling like she had much space to breathe.

Then there were the rules.

Unlike the woods were rules are plentiful too, in truth they made more sense to her, compare to the village, these rules were there to leash you to another's demands, as all freedom is drained out of your soul.

Freedom was an illusion or mere hopeful idea in the end, under the iron thumb that ruled over all.

Sighing part of her understood why her grandmother stayed away, the old woman was never the type that appreciated having others telling her what to do.

Being the same way as her grandmother, April couldn't help to continue this existence, for her fears were holding her back to admitting to it, forcing her to be caged like some wild animal.

Why did she do this to herself?

Even if she did try to search the depths of her own heart, she still had no clue or true reason to explain her choices of life, maybe this was her way in running away…

(1hr Later)

With the joyful walk now behind her, April stared at the old wooden toll bridge that has seen better days.

It was not even a week back, regardless how much it has aged, it still stood tall and proud...

Now it was no more than splinters in the rushing waters below.

The damsel that had it in her head this was going to go smoothly now was at a stand still.

Knowing all too well, risking crossing the water would be dire, for its waters were harsh, with rocks and sweeping currents, no one in their right mind would dare to cross it.

Feeling her heart swell in disappointment April took seat on a stump nearby, staring at the clear blue waters warily.

The questions plaguing the young lady's mind were not only on how does she get across, overcoming this obstacle, but also on what exactly happened here?

The mere sight of this destruction was in comparison to a canon ball that was aimed at the poor misfortunate bridge, yet such a thing was impossible.

Who would bother dragging such an incredibly heavy thing around to take down one of the main bridges out?

The town isn't of that importance; it seemed senseless of an act.

With a sigh, the red hooded damsel forced herself to her feet reluctantly, walking up to one of the trees to view the horizon, what was she to do?

Does she give up and head back home, or does she find a way around her predicament?

Biting her lip hard, seeing no way around it, she felt defeated for daring to consider this as an option.

She came this far, it would be foolish to head back now.

If her grandmother doesn't see her soon, April feared the old woman would go looking for her, which could put her in danger making April at fault for not keeping her promise.

There only being one clear option that was left to her, that wasn't in her favor, April was pushed to take the path that would bring her deeper into the woods.

If memory served her right, there was another bridge in that direction, a stone one, that surely should still be standing.

Not too keen on venturing to such depths of the woods, April's heart became heavy with doubt, was this truly the right choice?

Bracing herself, taking a breath to ease her nerves, April took a step towards the beaten path never taken, holding onto her basket firmly, while keeping her eyes peeled for any sign of danger.

The quicker she moves forward towards her destination, the faster this will go and the sooner she will be in the safety of her grandmother's cottage.