1Title: The Madness Generator
Author: Georgia M. (katiesmeghead)
Synopsis: A whole army of one-shots based off of random words from an online random word generator. Let the madness ensue…
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, nor do I receive any form of payment or anything advantageous from writing this story, it's purely for my own fun… how sad huh? So please don't sue me you wonderful people who own and designed these characters!
GENERATED WORD: Pray
I can't believe I'm doing this. It's against everything I've ever thought, ever believed. But for this I'll make an exception. For him I'll give it a shot.
I remember the good times as I sit and pray to deities I've always shrugged off as unreal. We're polar opposites him and I, but we never fought. It hurts me that I didn't spend as much time with him as I should have, but I stop that train of thought quickly. There will still be time to talk, to make new memories. There has to be.
So that's why I'm praying. My hands, still stained with crimson from desperately mending his broken body, clasp on top of the soft covers of his bed, and I kneel on the cold stone floor. Shaking I close my eyes, and beg, plead to some higher power to spare him. To just, for once in our tortured existence, be forgiving.
Slowly I open my eyes again. His breathing is still shallow and laboured. Nothing has changed. Tears slip down my cheeks as I clutch to his cool, calloused hand and let the sobs take over. Who was I fooling? Life isn't fair. God isn't real. I never should have let my hopes get up.
A gentle squeeze. Brief, so very brief that I barely realised it happened. I can't bare to look up. What if it's all over? What if that was his last comfort to me? How will I possibly deal with that? But then maybe I'm wrong. Maybe he's better. Searching for my attention. Reassuring me. I open my dark, logical eyes.
"Raph?"
My first ever shot at angst. I'll leave you to imagine how it ends...