Bad Blood Part IV - the last one standing. . .
I stood a moment in the room. To think such carnage could happen in a temple like this. The room was so cursed that I couldn't even perform a blessing for my sons. It was best to leave, and to try to forget this had happened.
After all this, I had been hoping to still have Donatello, since he had walked out of the room alive, but the trail of blood leading to the doors didn't bode well for him.
Was the whole turtle species to become extinct today?
I eventually found him outside, by a tree. The bullet hole was real, and bleeding profusely. He was not some invincible monster; he was just a turtle, a teenage mutant ninja turtle, nothing more.
"Donatello, lie down, I can help you", I told him, as I began tearing off cloth.
"I think they used a silver bullet", he gasped.
"I can't imagine what other kind of bullets a temple would keep", I sighed. It was reasonable for a temple to have protection against vampires and the like.
"Do silver bullets kill Basilisks?" he asked.
"I don't know", I answered, not really paying attention to what he had said as I applied pressure to his wound, "That is the kind of thing you would study, isn't it?"
"Yes, but I never found anything about silver. Apparently a rooster can kill me though. If it crows. Maybe not. I'm not really a basilisk."
"Of course not", I affirmed.
"I'm only part, I mean. I looked like a normal turtle, right? So I must just be part, like a forth, or an eighth."
"What makes you think you're a basilisk?" I asked. Even though he was defiantly different, it sounded like he was being a little kid, pretending to be something.
"The eyes. There's something in my eyes. And I have killed with them. Never in a dream. . . but I have. And Master. . .?"
"Yes my son?"
"I like doing it. When I do it, it sort of heals me, makes me stronger. I think this bullet would have killed me if I hadn't taken their lives first."
"It might have", I agreed. It might yet, his bleeding wasn't stopping and he was getting paler and weaker.
"Master, I don't think this is working", he finally said, much to my distress.
"No, Donatello, you'll live", I assured him.
"I know I will", he replied.
And then he looked me in the eyes.
"Sorry sensei."
The End
A/N: I am so sorry if I upset any of you. I did try to have a fair warning. Parts of this story have been in my head for a long time, and they suddenly started coming out. So I began to write, originally I wasn't sure how to end it so I just kept writing, and before I knew it, it was three in the mourning and everyone was dead. Oh Well.
I stood a moment in the room. To think such carnage could happen in a temple like this. The room was so cursed that I couldn't even perform a blessing for my sons. It was best to leave, and to try to forget this had happened.
After all this, I had been hoping to still have Donatello, since he had walked out of the room alive, but the trail of blood leading to the doors didn't bode well for him.
Was the whole turtle species to become extinct today?
I eventually found him outside, by a tree. The bullet hole was real, and bleeding profusely. He was not some invincible monster; he was just a turtle, a teenage mutant ninja turtle, nothing more.
"Donatello, lie down, I can help you", I told him, as I began tearing off cloth.
"I think they used a silver bullet", he gasped.
"I can't imagine what other kind of bullets a temple would keep", I sighed. It was reasonable for a temple to have protection against vampires and the like.
"Do silver bullets kill Basilisks?" he asked.
"I don't know", I answered, not really paying attention to what he had said as I applied pressure to his wound, "That is the kind of thing you would study, isn't it?"
"Yes, but I never found anything about silver. Apparently a rooster can kill me though. If it crows. Maybe not. I'm not really a basilisk."
"Of course not", I affirmed.
"I'm only part, I mean. I looked like a normal turtle, right? So I must just be part, like a forth, or an eighth."
"What makes you think you're a basilisk?" I asked. Even though he was defiantly different, it sounded like he was being a little kid, pretending to be something.
"The eyes. There's something in my eyes. And I have killed with them. Never in a dream. . . but I have. And Master. . .?"
"Yes my son?"
"I like doing it. When I do it, it sort of heals me, makes me stronger. I think this bullet would have killed me if I hadn't taken their lives first."
"It might have", I agreed. It might yet, his bleeding wasn't stopping and he was getting paler and weaker.
"Master, I don't think this is working", he finally said, much to my distress.
"No, Donatello, you'll live", I assured him.
"I know I will", he replied.
And then he looked me in the eyes.
"Sorry sensei."
The End
A/N: I am so sorry if I upset any of you. I did try to have a fair warning. Parts of this story have been in my head for a long time, and they suddenly started coming out. So I began to write, originally I wasn't sure how to end it so I just kept writing, and before I knew it, it was three in the mourning and everyone was dead. Oh Well.