Chapter Ten.
Raphael's P.O.V
The thunder storms never really bothered him, he actually loved them and so he would sit in the under hang of a billboard for hours until the sun shone again and he went inside to get some sleep. Tonight was no different except for two things, there was lightning this time and it was a little off putting, and he couldn't seem to keep his mind on track. There was a girl he stumbled upon a week ago and she was everything that dwelled in the deepest vault of his mind. His heart told him she had returned and wanted him to be happy, but he had seen enough of the scene that day to know she was dead...at least until he visited her on the balcony. She had touched his shoulder and he was transported inside her memories. How'd she even do that? The scarier thing was that the memory she showed him, was of himself years ago in his old bedroom, and then his heart thumped a little harder and he couldn't find any words to speak anymore and he almost thanked that prissy little foot solider for almost shooting him because it gave him a reason to slip away into the darkness yet again.
His heart went into overdrive as he scaled the rooftops in front of him, he tried to erase what had just happened from his memory but it stayed there, playing over and over again. It was him, he saw himself in her memory, and there was only one other girl besides April that knew of his existence or even shared memories with him. But that girl was dead.
He didn't stop running until his legs gave out in front of him and he sat in the now pouring rain debating if God could've dealt him a shittier hand. Why was this happening to him? Surely he'd have to avoid that area for some time before he could regain himself. She was dead, she wasn't coming back.
It wasn't until a while later in the dead of night with the lightning lighting up the skies that he knew his in his heart it was her, but his brain still held the reigns for he had not thought with his heart since that nightmarish day over two years ago. And then like a nightmare she was there, standing across the rooftop from him illuminated by the bursts of lightning. He knew he could slip away but his feet stayed planted and more than anything he wanted to throw himself over the side of the building because he knew there was no way he would be able to erase this from his memory.
She called out to him, and he told her to leave, to go away and never come back. He didn't want her here and he didn't want to stand on the same ground as her. He even put on his most terrifying aura and tried to scare her off but she held her ground and tortured him with her words. She spat at him the facts of the weeks past evens and all of the truths hidden within the knowing glances and small talks. Under the mask she had figured him out.
It was then he gave up, he went to her an sunk to his knees before the very monster that would kill him every night in the same dream and he wished this were just another dream, because reality was hitting him harder than any blow he had ever taken before. When he looked at her he knew she was going through the same thing, but she was virtually stronger than him, for she stood her ground longer and didn't break down until the very end. But he couldn't take it. As she slid his helmet off he felt the rain pour over his smooth head and felt it slowly soak into his mask. He felt her hands run over the tail ends of the red cloth and listened to her breathing, it was slow, calming, but her heartbeat was erratic and her hands shook. And when she spoke his name every single inch of him shattered into a million pieces because the last thing he heard that voice say was I love you, and the last thing he had seen before they all went to what should've been their doom's, was her face and the freckles that danced under her eyes an over her nose. And now the freckles were darker and her voice sounded even sweeter than before.
Standing before him in the downpour was the girl he had saved from the Kraang all those years ago, and though to him it felt like only yesterday because everyday he took another breath and woke up alone in the stillness of the dark city, he replayed the memories of her over and over. Heart breaking every single day. She had grown taller and leaner and her hair was longer now and her eyes, oh her hazel eyes were brighter than ever. But right now they were looking down at him he could tell they were clouded and drained because what would happen now?. Surely life wouldn't pick up where it left off, and he saw the way that foot solider had watched her when he busted down the door, his eyes were full of worry and it was obvious through the years they had a bond with one another, and he loved her without ever telling her.
What was that of love now? He didn't know if his heart could handle that feeling anymore.
He took a deep breath and he felt her body sink down next to him and he looked at her for the first time without the lens of his helmet which created a false sense of security. Now he knew it really was her, not some ghost, not some hellish nightmare. Everything he had ever fought for and lived for in this cruel world he lived in had been preserved in this human body sitting in front of him. He didn't know if he should wrap her up tight in his arms and never let go, or if he should disappear now and save them both the pain of readjusting to life knowing nothing will ever be the same again. So he just sat there and in the illumination of the lightening they locked eyes and he whispered the name he used to scream in his dreams out of terror, but now it sounded soft and delicate and he realized the dreams were just his imagination and everything he had thought before was wrong.
Alex was very much alive, and by the way his skin burned at her touch he knew there was still something there, he just didn't know if it was worth re-kindling in the dangerous world they lived in. Why fall in love just to have it ripped away from you again. It was then the very words he had uttered to her before played like a broken record in his head.
To love is to destroy.
I know this was super short, but I thought it would be nice to see someone else's perspective for once. So let me know what you think? What will become of Raph and Alex now? Also I need your guys opinions, what do you think about a hobbit/LOTR story? I've loved the story line forever and grew up on the movies. I've even read the Silmarillion and have some ideas for the story. Tolkien created something amazing and I really think it'll be fun to write, but only if I get a yay or nay, I wont write a story nobody will read. If you want message me, if not leave me something in the review box, what should happen next?(: Love you guys