By: Pyreiel (AKA Blaze)
Email: pyreiel@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the TMNT characters.
COPYRIGHT: All original characters, worlds, and universes are under copy write by ShatteredWings Press and myself. And I do not take theft or plagiarism lightly and will prosecute to the full extent of the law. I will also bring physical harm down upon your being should I ever find you. That being said please enjoy the fic.
WARNING: Adult situations. This story is R and should not be viewed by anyone who isn't mature enough to handle it. Angst, angst and guess what MORE angst! Also Death, Violence and other dark things.
SUMMARY: It's hard to say enough without saying too much. Family means a lot more than some people think. Raphael finally comes to realize it with a little help from a dove.
NOTES: This story deals with a lot of things most people don't like to think about. I seriously caution you before reading it. This is NOT a happy story by any stretch of anyone's imagination
ARCHIVE: Ask me first.
Part II: The Letter
Lost in thought Raphael wasn't watching where he was going. One moment e was standing, the next he was flat on his face. He wasn't terribly happy about this either. He was usually a lot more sure footed and didn't just trip over things. He really needed to start paying more attention to where he was going when he was in a funk. He stood up shaking himself off and looked down to see what he could have possibly tripped over.
At his feet lay the body of a young girl, or maybe she was older, it was really hart to tell. It was obvious though that she was dead. Her clothes were torn leaving nothing more than scraps of cloth to cover her bruised beaten and broken body. He honestly didn't know at the time why he did it, but he leaned down to get a closer look. She couldn't have been more than 17 or 18 years old. He was sad to see her in this condition, though he didn't really know why. Lots of people suffered needlessly violent deaths. Why should this one be any different from the others he had seen?
Raphael had no idea who this girl was. He knew absolutely nothing about her, and yet, that didn't stop him from hurting for this girl. What could she have done to bring such violence upon herself? Did she make someone angry? Maybe She saw something she shouldn't have. Or maybe she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. What was left of her clothing suggested that the latter was the most likely. She looked like she came from a nice neighbor hood. So what was she doing in this part of town. Didn't she know better? Or maybe her body was just dumped here to hide the evidence. Either way, there was no way to know for sure. No one was safe anymore, and there was only so much he and his brother's could do.
Raphael stood up with a sigh and turned to leave. A flash of white caught his eye, and he kneeled down next to the body again. There was a white envelope clutched in her hand. He hesitated unsure of what to do. This was entirely none of his business, and yet, he felt compelled. He bit his bottom lip in indecision. It was just an envelope, how much hard could there be in taking a look. He looked around nervously and fidgeted a bit, again, this really was none of his business. He sighed and moved to get up to leave when he looked at her again. He didn't know why he felt so sad. He just did. He reached his hand out and swiftly snatched the envelope from her hand and scooted away.
He turned the envelope over in his hands a couple of times. The ink on the front was smudged but readable. He turned it over a few more times. There was even postage on it. He sighed a bit looking over at the girl then down at the letter in his hands. This really was not his to read, but then, maybe it held some answers. He had to know. He flipped it over and opened it. Inside there was a folded piece of paper, probably a letter. He pulled it out of the envelope and unfolded it.
Dear Rea
Before you throw this away without reading it I want you to know that
Mom did not put me up to this. It was my idea, not hers. I am writing this because
I don't know what else to do. If I go to see you, we fight. If I call you on the phone,
we fight. I thought maybe this way I could express my feelings without getting angry.
I was always better at putting my feelings on paper than I am at talking about them.
I also know that you try to pretend that you don't have any feelings, but I know you
do. I see the hurt in your eyes as clearly as I am sure that you can see the hurt in mine.
I just wanted you to know that I love you, and that you are the only sister I will ever
have. I couldn't stand it if I lost you. I know I have said some cruel things in the past,
and that I have done some things to hurt you. I don't know why we always had to
fight. I know it's impossible to get along all the time. I still want to try and make
things work. You are my sister, and I love you no mater what. I want us to try
and be better friends. I don't know how I have survived this long with you so far
away. I am not asking you to move back. I know you left for your own reasons, and
I hope you like where you are now. I would love for you to visit though. I really
think we could have so much fun together. I wish I had realized all of this sooner.
I don't want to waste any more time on petty arguments and differences. I just
want my sister, that's all. Please write me back, or call.
Love, your sister always
Kess