InsaneDutchGirl: That's fine, I didn't think you stopped. Yeah I debated on whether to give it a good ending or not, I decided on a bitter-sweet. The "victim" is happy however I will jump back to that train of though.
Andromakhe: It wasn't meant to be Raph, I can see where it comes from but this is Raph's arc.
I love SAINW, it is just such a sad story. I read a rumor that the 2k3 was going to fill in that story if they had not done Fast Forward and BTTS, i wish they had Donnie needed shown closure. I had no plans on this ever being a death fic, no I'm not killing Raph, but this death was already "written" so I'm using it.
The smell of smog and diesel filled his nostrils, the city air was never clean but it had changed so much in the past twenty years. Adrenalin and rage coursed though his veins, just a small jump he thought. He took off running, reaching the edge he slid to a stop. Was it as small as he thought or would he fall, again? Tears pricked at his eye, it had been his fault. His fault that Casey was no longer with them, that he had lost his eye. 'What ifs' raged war in his head, he growled but let them consume him.
Soon he couldn't remember what his original train of thought was, he couldn't even remember how he returned to the crumbling building he currently lived in. Proceeding with the caution that had now been completely ingrained, he was alone. Reaching the sleeping area, he pulled out a gun from his coat. Only once had he pulled its trigger, and he hated it. Just let go, a voice said in his head. They don't need you anymore, you failed them. They hate you, you took someone they love away because of your rashness.
He didn't argue with the voice, it was right wasn't it. He said it to Leo after, after that happened. Mike hardly came around, he didn't, couldn't talk to April anymore. His three fingers caressed the cold steel barrel, lead could rip though his flesh just as fast as any sword. Feeling the barrel again, the voice repeated itself. He cocked the gun, there was another voice. He recognized it, but that was impossible the voice's owner was dead. But he listened to it, un-cocked the gun and cast it away from himself. It had taken his best friend, it wasn't going to take him too.
