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 III: Hope
Raphael almost dropped the letter. His hands shook slightly as a tear slipped down his cheek. He wished, now more than ever, that he could turn back time. He wanted to save this girl, but there was nothing he could do. He put the letter back into the envelope and reached to place it back in the hand he took it from. He hesitated for a moment. There was a readable address on the letter. Maybe he should mail it for her. He stood up looking around a bit. This was really none of his business. He had no right reading that letter, but still. What would be the right thing to do. He couldn't just leave her there to rot in the sewers. This girl had a family. They were probably worried. As much as knowladge of her death would hurt them, isn't not knowing worse. He smiled a sad sort of smile and made his decision, but first he would have to return to the lair. He only hoped there wouldn't be too many questions.
Raphael was a wreck by the time he made it back to the lair. Thoughts of what had been done to this girl, not all that far from his home, haunted him. It was obvious that something was very wrong, and that fact was not lost on his brothers. As much as they were used to seeing him in a variety of bad moods, they couldn't recall ever seeing him quite this upset. He moved past them not even lookeing at them and snatched some paper off of the table next to where Don was sitting. He then walked to his room without a single word. They were all very curious as to what was going on, but they all kept their distance not wanting to make things worse.
Raphael soon emerged from his room carrying a large sheet and a small bag. He then left without a word. His brothers let him leave never questioning his odd behavior, for that Raphael was grateful. He would explain everything to them, but only after it was already done. He returned to the body and pinned the note he had written and a larger envelope to what was left of her clothing. He then gently wrapped her up in the sheet and carried her through the sewers until he found the manhole cover he was looking for. He slowly climbed the ladder that lead out of the sewers and opened up next to a hospital. He stalked silently towards the Ambulance Entrance being careful to stay out of site. He left her body near one of the entrances and hoped that someone would find her on their smoke break. He then hurried back home to explain himself and his actions to his brothers. He only hoped that they would understand. He risked a lot going that close to a hospital. You never really knew who could see what our of the many windows.
An EMT, on his last smoke break of the night, found the girls body. He sighed reaching down to check her pulse. He knew she was dead, but he still had to check. The sheet that had been covering her fell partly away, and he saw the note and the envelope pinned to her tattered clothing. It didn't take a genious to figure out what had happened to the girl. The not though, that was a bit odd. The body was soon taken away and the EMT was left standing there with the note in his hand.
Hello My name is Kess. I was found in the
sewers by a wandering bum. He found the
note in my hand for my sister and his heart
was moved in such a way that he decided
he should help me. He wrote this note so
that whoever found me might take pity on
my plight. Please try and mail my letter to
my sister, and if you can, please find a way
to let her know of my fate. He gave me this
sheet to cover my body. He gave me his
strength to carry me here. He sends his hope
that my family will know, and not be left to
wonder of my fate. And he sends this
prayer:
On the wings of a Dove should my soul
be set free and not be bound to this
earth by the violence that claimed me.
The EMT clutched the note to his chest and wept quietly. This kind of work tended to make you hollow and jaded towards society as a whole. No matter how hard he tried not to become empty. He still felt some days as if he had just stopped caring. He had seen many things in his long career. Many deaths and many bodies just left for them to find. But he had never seen anything quite like this. He knew deep down inside that he had to do whatever he could to help this little girl or he was indeed as hollow as he suspected he might be.
He stepped into the hospital to begin what he thought would be the most difficult and challenging task of his entire life. He was determined that not only would he find her family and get the letter to her sister. But that someone would find who ever had done this to her, and bring them to justice. One could only hope. And what do you have left if you no longer have hope?