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Author's note: I realize this idea's probably been done zillions of times before, but I decided to give it a try.
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Tiny flakes of frozen water fell from the clouds and onto the bustling streets of New York. People walked speedily along, hurrying to finish their Christmas shopping before the day came. If anyone would have taken the time to slow down and observe, they would have noticed a rather odd looking resident.
He was wearing a rather large tan trench coat, with the collar pulled up and blocking the view of his face. He wore a tan fedora, also used to block the light from his face and to keep people from noticing his rather green complexion. If anyone would have looked closer, they would have caught sight of his green, two toed feet as he walked slowly along the street.
He continued to walk until he reached a rather deserted street. There he paused in front of an old abandoned building. He craned his neck as he looked up at the top, the beam of a nearby streetlight striking his face. He inwardly sighed to himself, then walked into the nearby alley. He found the fire escape attached to the abandoned building and started climbing up.
The wind was worse up on top. It flowed in the space between the collar of the coat and the rim of the fedora and bit his face. He paid it no mind. Reaching the top, he jumped up from the last stair, the movement freeing the ends of the blue mask that were trapped in the coat. They seemed to dance with joy on the wind, almost as if they were alive. The mood of their owner, however, was the opposite.
Going the same pace he was on the streets, the fully-grown turtle approached the other side of the roof, the side facing the street he had come. Once there, he simply stood by the edge, watching the city below him. They were so ignorant, once he thought about it. They didn't know what it was like. To be a mutant.
He reached inside his coat and pulled out a piece of paper.
To be a mutant in love.
He looked down at the paper. "Not a day goes by that I don't think of you..." he whispered softly. He looked back at the sparkling twilight known as the city. "We had everything together. Friends, family... each other..."
It was amazing how one day could change everything. For the better, and for the worse. As Leonardo's mind traveled back, he unknowingly held the paper tighter. It all started when Master Splinter was going to die...
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Author's note: Well, what do you think? I think the end should help you review a little bit.
Author's note: I realize this idea's probably been done zillions of times before, but I decided to give it a try.
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Tiny flakes of frozen water fell from the clouds and onto the bustling streets of New York. People walked speedily along, hurrying to finish their Christmas shopping before the day came. If anyone would have taken the time to slow down and observe, they would have noticed a rather odd looking resident.
He was wearing a rather large tan trench coat, with the collar pulled up and blocking the view of his face. He wore a tan fedora, also used to block the light from his face and to keep people from noticing his rather green complexion. If anyone would have looked closer, they would have caught sight of his green, two toed feet as he walked slowly along the street.
He continued to walk until he reached a rather deserted street. There he paused in front of an old abandoned building. He craned his neck as he looked up at the top, the beam of a nearby streetlight striking his face. He inwardly sighed to himself, then walked into the nearby alley. He found the fire escape attached to the abandoned building and started climbing up.
The wind was worse up on top. It flowed in the space between the collar of the coat and the rim of the fedora and bit his face. He paid it no mind. Reaching the top, he jumped up from the last stair, the movement freeing the ends of the blue mask that were trapped in the coat. They seemed to dance with joy on the wind, almost as if they were alive. The mood of their owner, however, was the opposite.
Going the same pace he was on the streets, the fully-grown turtle approached the other side of the roof, the side facing the street he had come. Once there, he simply stood by the edge, watching the city below him. They were so ignorant, once he thought about it. They didn't know what it was like. To be a mutant.
He reached inside his coat and pulled out a piece of paper.
To be a mutant in love.
He looked down at the paper. "Not a day goes by that I don't think of you..." he whispered softly. He looked back at the sparkling twilight known as the city. "We had everything together. Friends, family... each other..."
It was amazing how one day could change everything. For the better, and for the worse. As Leonardo's mind traveled back, he unknowingly held the paper tighter. It all started when Master Splinter was going to die...
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Author's note: Well, what do you think? I think the end should help you review a little bit.