Burning Against the Dying Darkness

By: M14Mouse

Summary: Raph's POV on his meeting and capture by Shedder. 6th story in Kaleidoscope Effect Series.

Disclaimer: You should know this by now. I tell you again. I don't own them. How sad.

A/N: I never knew school could be such a writer's block. I completed one of my oldest fics, finish another part for another story, and finish this one-shot. It is refreshing and amusing. I want to thank my reviewers. Congs, pachys on your nomination for your fic. I would vote for it if I could find the site. -.- Qk, didn't think my fic was that confusing but it is true about Raph. Lion-Goddess: Yup, he is scary but he is even more scary during Raph's POV.

---I was angry with my foe;

I told it not, my wrath did grow.—

William Blake

((Raph's PoV))

I hate being knocked out. You hit with something hard and boom instant darkness. Bruises, cuts, and broken arms are base on pain. I can deal with pain. Pain tells me that I am still alive. Gee, I am just full of warm and happy thoughts. I guess being tied and gagged to a pole would do that to someone. The thing I hate most of all that I know that I am bait for my bros. That is the only reason I am alive because Metal Head would have killed me by now. He may want to mess with me like some mess up cat and mouse game. He can shove his games right up his kisser.

Speaking of the giant can opener, here he comes.

This is the first time that I really got close to him. We fought him but in a fight, you are more worry about surviving than personal appearance. Man, talk about ugly. The dumper really wasn't kind to him. He looks over at me like hunter would look like at his prey. Well, if he wants a piece of me, he can untie me and we can do it. Here and now because I am not going to lie down and be bait for my brothers. Not a snowball chance in hell. I struggle against the ropes as Metal Head walks closer to me. Man, he is creepy but I wasn't about to show him fear. He is probably the type that would get off on the fear and pain.

He lean over and touch my face with one of those claws. Chills running down my shell and my skin start to crawl. I feel the blood drip down my cheek. Damn, asshole. If I get my hands free, I would tear into his ass. I struggle against the bonds harder. Damn it, these bonds are tight. The ropes were burning and cutting into my skin. I look up at him and then our eyes meet. It was the strangest sensation. I could feel his hated and angry toward me. It feels like I was roll around in raw sewage. When I get out of this mess, I want to take a long bath.

The moment was over and he slaps me hard across the face. I could taste some of my blood in my mouth. I swallow the blood in my mouth and look back at him. He had a new look in his eyes then he spoke.

"I will not kill you yet. No, I will wait for your brothers to come. They will die first while you watch. Perhaps, I will leave your death to the Rat. Let him watch as I slowly roast your body over a fire, turtle. No matter what decide, turtle. You will watch it all."

That instant, my throat become dry and my heart just drop into my stomach. You are a son of a bitch! I bite into the piece of cloth in my mouth. You think for a moment I am going to let that happen. You got another thing coming. He laughs as he walks away from me. He gives some orders to set up the trap. I struggle a little bit more when he left.

You know that thing I said about being knocked out? I can think of something worse.

Helplessness.

The End.