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A Foot kicked Don into the short wall behind him. He felt both his breath and his Bo staff leave him. The Foot ninja swung his sword towards Don's neck, but Don grabbed the ninja's arm and kicked the ninja in the abdomen. Don took the opening of a couple seconds and limped towards his Bo before swiftly ending the fight with a well placed hit.
"Don, we need to get out of here," Raph's voice shoved its way through the sounds of metal clanking, wood hitting flesh, and the grunts of pain to reach a dazed Don.
Don marveled at how Raph's voice didn't waver because he knew that if he would try to speak, the words would get caught in his throat.
Crouching, he still guarded Leo. He had given up on CPR, and he concentrated on the impressive puddle of blood on the rooftop. Most of it was Leo's probably, a lot of it was the Foot ninja's, and some of it was from him. He glanced at the wound on his leg, but he didn't feel any pain.
Don knew Raph was right. They couldn't afford to remain there.
Leo's glassy eyes stared at the sky.
It was a funny thing. When I took a life for the time, I was rewarded. Now when I gave one back, I was to be punished. I did not like the clutching, encompassing hold of fear. Fear was almost entirely foreign to me; I could only remember enough to name it. I detested the taste of humanity that was given to me.
"You willingly delayed the process. The blame is entirely yours," the grim reaper stated emotionlessly. He was one of the senior grim reapers; the others always noted him to be cruel and entirely apathetic.
I stared at the grey abyss below me. My arms and legs were crossed to cover my repulsive figure. "So I am to pass on."
"No"
"What?" My eyes darted up to the grim reaper hidden face where I imagined his eyes to be.
"It was decided that you would remain here in limbo, slowly decomposing for an eternity."
"That is not the protocol."
"Unique situations call for creative solutions."
"Oh, I see." Cold clawed at my pathetic muscle, known as a heart. It was, indeed, a creative solution.
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