William - Saga of next generation
By Red Turtle
A/N: My friends...I write this from the floor, too (gasp) weak to get up...my ego crippled by the utter and total lack of reviews on this last part. It might have (gasp) died if it didn't have 34 previous reviews to sustain it. If you believe in my ego and want it to live...clap. No, it's too late; it can (gasp) no longer hear you all. But... it can check the (gasp) review button. So...review...
So, I guess you all didn't take to Judaism very well. Sorry about that. Hopefully Donatello's son William and the confrontation with the one responsible for the violence on the turtle family will reinspire you all. The story is far from over at this point (maybe half way), so I do hope I still have everyone's interest.
I'm going to do Julian next, and then I will have Michelangelo himself.
William:
Every movie I see about family tragedies, they all have at least one person say the line: "Everything was fine until the (sickness, accident, or natural disaster)".
Its so cliché, but it was so true of our family. Everything was fine until the horrendous murder of our father.
I can't even remember life clearly before that, except that it was fine.
Our parents were divorced; such as they were married since the government had specified, for our benefit, that marriage could only constitute a partnership between a human man and a woman. But that wasn't so bad, Mom wrote us frequently and once or twice a year we would visit her.
Donatello's and I had been blessed with decent names, which given that we were twins we could have ended up with something like Ed and Ned or, god forbid, Chicken and Pie like our younger brothers. We actually have middle names as well, the story is that our parents were fighting about what to call us, especially that our father didn't want Donatello named after him, and originally they were each going to name one of us but had to compromise by naming us both together. Donatello's first name is Thomas, and father really tried to have him called that but Donatello stuck instead. He gave me William as my first name, and my Mom gave me Adrian.
We have a good balance of friendship; we're close but nothing too creepy like our older cousins who can't seem to be apart from each other for more than an hour. We're the same age but Donatello took on the older brother persona, although technically I am older by five minutes. But I'm very laid back, very non-assertive and somehow I end up being naive about things that he knows expertly.
There was school, a lot of school. I think I mainly excelled in school because I learned to follow Donatello's lead. He is able to grasp things so much easier than I can. He can just look at machinery or a chemical reaction or anything and just understand it, how it works and everything, where as I have to study it, take it apart, to get it. He would read a book and have it memorized, he could listen to a foreign language and start to understand it after a few sentences. These are things I could never match him in, but as far as anyone knew I was just as good as he was. Even Dad thought so.
At the time of the atrocity, Donatello and I were still attending elementary school. We were set to graduate at twelve. We had big plans, applying to an intensive high school course that we would finish by fourteen years of age, then on to college, me I wanted to explore chemistry, Donatello planned to become a surgeon. He had the ability, I'm sure, in fact he would have already outpaced me academically but he didn't want to be alone. Especially now.
Short of being murdered himself, my brother got it worst than any of us, no more than a foot away while the bullets cut father down. I saw it on TV, but I was very sick at the time and didn't even realize totally what had happened. Uncle Leo was present, but he'd been in the back of the arena, and I know he was our father's brother but how does that compare to a son, especially a namesake? Donatello was on stage, to share in the reward because we had both contributed to our father's work. I would have been there myself had I not been ill.
Donatello had always been kind of quiet, but after that, well, he didn't speak at all for almost a week. We're not telepathic or anything, so I had no idea what was going on in him. He lost his photographic memory ability, or at least no longer used it, and he hasn't expressed any of his former dreams. I kind of lost my cool about being a chemist too, and we both decided unofficially to just go through high school in the usual four years, which still puts us at graduating at sixteen.
We always had ninjitzu lessons, as long as I can remember. I was ten when I took up knives as my choice, I wanted something long ranged. Donatello instantly took to the Bo like father. After his death, he sharpened his bo on each end, and added metal grindings, so it isn't as pacifist as it had been. We practice and we study ninjitzu although we never intended to actually use it against a real enemy. Uncle Leo shared with us the story of his father's masters' murder, and how at thirteen he and his brothers avenged him, thinking that would inspire us, but no. We would be just as satisfied if some unknown person came in and solved the assassin problem for us, in fact I would prefer it to running through the forest at midnight like this.
I wonder why Julian requested us. It might just be on the basis of our revenge, that he wants us to have a piece of it. But Donatello and I are nowhere near Christopher, Julian or Romea's level, and I doubt we'll be much help if we don't get killed.
"There, that's the building he was talking about", Romea whispers, indicating a dark gray building in the clearing ahead of us. There are no lights on, making it hard to spot.
We slink through the surrounding woods and stealthily make our way to the field. Julian suddenly appears beside us. He's really good at this ninja stuff, and he doesn't even pay attention to half of the lessons. He's just naturally good. Imagine what he could do with a little discipline.
"Okay, what's the word", Chris inquires.
"I saw someone coming out of your window", Julian begins, "and I followed them here. They dressed in a gray outfit, but I couldn't tell anything more about them. I went in here after them. Get this, the one in your room was human, but there's a guy in there, the lead guy, he's a mutant lion or something. He's got a whole set up, computer screens and stuff I never saw before, that's why we need you guys (he means me and Donatello). He has a whole wall of pictures of us, all of us, like even those bird kids of uncle Mikes'. I don't know what that's about, but I think he's the assassin, because he has uncle Dons' picture...uh-"
He glances nervously at us. Donatello looks down at his sharpened bo.
"When you see it, you'll know what I mean", Julian concludes in a softer tone than I ever heard him use before, "What did he take from your room, anyway?"
"He didn't take anything, he left something", Chris answered, kind of ambiguously.
"He left a dead rat", Romea elaborated.
"A dead rat? What they hell does that mean? Does it have something to do with our grandfather?" Julian asked.
"I don't think so", Chris sighed, looking again at me and Donatello, "It was killed in a very specific manner. It was a message."
"Like what, was it crucified?", Julian inquires bluntly.
"No, it...I don't want to...upset you guys..." Chris stammers.
He means Donatello, and me of course. We're the odd ones out here, the ones who have no reason to be here except that it was our father who was murdered, that started all this.
"Just tell us", Donatello said, "I've seen the worst already myself, haven't I?"
His eyes narrow in anger at this memory, and I shudder, but I steel my nerves and look back at Chris.
"Right", Chris sighs, "Okay. The rat was left on my bed and it was shot with a little pellet gun or something, with the exact same wounds as...ah, your Dad."
There's a delay, I'd like to think it was a minute but maybe only ten seconds, before I find myself involuntarily gagging at the image and what it meant. The picture comes to focus clearly in my head, this rat, and someone holding it down or whatever to do the pattern...God, how did they even know what the pattern of shots was? How did Chris? I guess there's an autopsy report somewhere, that would be reasonable...but why is everyone reading it? I could never...
And then the gag becomes a full-fledged vomit that I just managed to turn away and hide some.
"Are you...okay?" Romea asks gently.
"Fine, I'll be fine", I answer.
'Look, I understand if you guys can't go through with this-"
"We can", Donatello replies, and with a tone and conviction I can't echo even though I have the same voice. He's so different than he used to be. He looks capable of killing someone, killing our enemy as Uncle Leo described their killing Shredder. I had no idea he had this in him. I have never felt so distant from him, and yet I also feel more closure to him on a deeper level than ever before. The thought that he is my younger twin brother and I must stand with him calms me. I hurry my body together and turn back to them.
"Its probably better to go into these things with nothing in your stomach", I explain, as if I had purposefully purged myself, "That way you don't get sick or anything in battle."
"Okay", Chris replies, with slight puzzlement in his eyes, "So, we've determined that the people in this building are connected to the assassination. What exactly are we going to do, capture them and call the police?"
"Uh...no", Julian answers, "We're going to kill them."
"But, what about interrogating them, why they did it?"
"These guys, this organization or whatever, they've been escaping us for years. They got into our house, goddamn it, and we wouldn't have ever known if I hadn't been looking out the window. Maybe they've been doing that for years and I just now caught them. If we let any of them the slightest chance of slipping through and surviving, they might come back and kill us all."
"We can't take any chances", Romea agrees.
"I just wanted to make sure that's what were doing", Chris says weakly, "I mean, we don't know anything about this organization. How strong are they?"
"There're not that strong. I only saw maybe ten guys in there altogether, and how many people are going to hook up with a giant lion that just wants to kill us? What kind of mission is that?" Julian countered.
"People who are impressed by how long the murder went unsolved; maybe", Chris answers, "Or people who hate mutants."
"But there's a mutant lion leading it."
"Okay, people who hate turtles then", Chris snaps, "There could be a lot."
I'm getting the impression Chris isn't happy to be here. I thought he was more into this ninjitzu-honor stuff than any of us. I certainly never expected Julian to be taking the lead.
"All the more reason to go in there and kill them now", Romea declared.
"You two are down with that, right?" Julian asks us.
'Yes', we reply together, but Donatello sounds more sure than I am.
Julian explains to us how he got in and the forces he saw there. Apparently they don't have much in security, counting on their low profile and ability to escape our parents' notice. He just snuck in through a vent opening in the roof and crawled through the ducts. So we do the same. Donatello and I actually enjoyed the art of slinking silently; it's an interesting use of muscles. This we are on par with the others in.
We crawl through the ducts, following Julian's lead. It's not too far in that he stops us, pointing through a grate for Christopher to see out from. They use hand signals, that were part of our training, to communicate. Except of course that would be one of the parts I'm weak on. I make out jumping down, and an indication that we want to head towards the right wall. I glance at Donatello, and see he understands it perfectly, but I can't ask him to translate, of course.
This is it. Julian kicks the grate and we pour out into a huge room. Our big moment of revenge, and I don't even know what were getting into. We start attacking all the gray figures gathered there. There actually aren't too many. Donatello and I set a good pattern, I pick targets off with my knives from a distance and he gets the ones that come up too close.
I see the lion creature Julian was talking about, and I recognize him from a picture. Saber Khan. He put out some literature attacking my father's role in the intellectual community, making allegations about him and his ninja activities in his youth, dissing us for being turtles, and dissing him a lot for sleeping with humans (uncle Leo and uncle Raph both are married to mutants). I don't know what his problem was with us, after all he's a mutant lion or something, definitely not human, so what does he care?
Based on what I know of him, I don't have too much trouble believing he's responsible for the whole thing. I didn't think I had anger or rage in me, but standing in this room now, I feel it. I want to run up and take him on myself, throw knives into him like they were bullets, except I don't want to kill him. I want my brother to do the honor.
I actually start making my way towards him. There aren't many of these other guys in this organization; my cousins can take the rest out easily. Donatello has the same idea, he shadows me.
Khan is standing on a raised part of the room, watching us with brief glances but mostly paying attention to his elaborate computer set up. A shimmering pink circle appears along one wall, kind of strange but nothing to worry about for now.
We're about ten feet from him when things suddenly get totally crazy. Hordes of these gray-clad soldiers appear, I saw them coming from an open door but they're so fast and silent that its almost as if they materialized around us. Wow, Julian totally underestimated what was going on here. Apparently a lot of people would hook up with an organization that's main purpose seems to be to kill and torment us. I can't even throw my knives; these guys are so all over us. I start doing hand-to-hand combat, which I never liked and seems kind of useless since there no way were going to defeat them all. I'm surprised one of them hasn't come up behind me already and ended it.
My mind starts detaching as I fight, thinking that this will be the end. The last I ever see in my life will be this room with Khan winning.
My mind comes back with a snap. I realize that some of the horde have grabbed Donatello and are carrying him towards Khan. What, are they going to assassinate him now? I forget that it's hopeless and launch into a full rescue attempt, actually cutting deep some of my foes, backing them off from around me. I briefly register Chris attempting to make his way over as well. Julian and Romea have been pushed farther back and are viciously retaliating, but there too many for them to be able to help us here.
Its only two layers of fighter between my twin and me. Tapping into some strange energy I didn't know I possessed, I literally slice through them. My knives seem to know exactly what to do; I don't even have to think about it anymore, which leaves me able to observe what is happening between Khan and my brother.
Donatello is held by three or four others, he still has his weapon but can't bring it to bear. Khan approaches him, looks him up and down, pats his cheek, and then grabs him from the ones holding him, lifts him up, carries him to the wall with the weird pink spot and throws him at it. And Donatello disappears. Just like that.
I don't know what that light is. My best guess is it's a disintegration ray, because there is no trace of Donatello anywhere and Khan looks very satisfied. But, damn it, that was my brother, and I intend to follow him, even to death.
Whether I defeated my surrounding foes or they just let me through I don't have time to contemplate. I run onto the platform and jump into the light myself. If Donatello did die than I share his fate.
My mind wanted me to know the last thing I heard before the unknown pink engulfed me.
Its Christopher shouting, "Wiiilllliiiaaammm!!"
A/N: My friends...I write this from the floor, too (gasp) weak to get up...my ego crippled by the utter and total lack of reviews on this last part. It might have (gasp) died if it didn't have 34 previous reviews to sustain it. If you believe in my ego and want it to live...clap. No, it's too late; it can (gasp) no longer hear you all. But... it can check the (gasp) review button. So...review...
So, I guess you all didn't take to Judaism very well. Sorry about that. Hopefully Donatello's son William and the confrontation with the one responsible for the violence on the turtle family will reinspire you all. The story is far from over at this point (maybe half way), so I do hope I still have everyone's interest.
I'm going to do Julian next, and then I will have Michelangelo himself.
William:
Every movie I see about family tragedies, they all have at least one person say the line: "Everything was fine until the (sickness, accident, or natural disaster)".
Its so cliché, but it was so true of our family. Everything was fine until the horrendous murder of our father.
I can't even remember life clearly before that, except that it was fine.
Our parents were divorced; such as they were married since the government had specified, for our benefit, that marriage could only constitute a partnership between a human man and a woman. But that wasn't so bad, Mom wrote us frequently and once or twice a year we would visit her.
Donatello's and I had been blessed with decent names, which given that we were twins we could have ended up with something like Ed and Ned or, god forbid, Chicken and Pie like our younger brothers. We actually have middle names as well, the story is that our parents were fighting about what to call us, especially that our father didn't want Donatello named after him, and originally they were each going to name one of us but had to compromise by naming us both together. Donatello's first name is Thomas, and father really tried to have him called that but Donatello stuck instead. He gave me William as my first name, and my Mom gave me Adrian.
We have a good balance of friendship; we're close but nothing too creepy like our older cousins who can't seem to be apart from each other for more than an hour. We're the same age but Donatello took on the older brother persona, although technically I am older by five minutes. But I'm very laid back, very non-assertive and somehow I end up being naive about things that he knows expertly.
There was school, a lot of school. I think I mainly excelled in school because I learned to follow Donatello's lead. He is able to grasp things so much easier than I can. He can just look at machinery or a chemical reaction or anything and just understand it, how it works and everything, where as I have to study it, take it apart, to get it. He would read a book and have it memorized, he could listen to a foreign language and start to understand it after a few sentences. These are things I could never match him in, but as far as anyone knew I was just as good as he was. Even Dad thought so.
At the time of the atrocity, Donatello and I were still attending elementary school. We were set to graduate at twelve. We had big plans, applying to an intensive high school course that we would finish by fourteen years of age, then on to college, me I wanted to explore chemistry, Donatello planned to become a surgeon. He had the ability, I'm sure, in fact he would have already outpaced me academically but he didn't want to be alone. Especially now.
Short of being murdered himself, my brother got it worst than any of us, no more than a foot away while the bullets cut father down. I saw it on TV, but I was very sick at the time and didn't even realize totally what had happened. Uncle Leo was present, but he'd been in the back of the arena, and I know he was our father's brother but how does that compare to a son, especially a namesake? Donatello was on stage, to share in the reward because we had both contributed to our father's work. I would have been there myself had I not been ill.
Donatello had always been kind of quiet, but after that, well, he didn't speak at all for almost a week. We're not telepathic or anything, so I had no idea what was going on in him. He lost his photographic memory ability, or at least no longer used it, and he hasn't expressed any of his former dreams. I kind of lost my cool about being a chemist too, and we both decided unofficially to just go through high school in the usual four years, which still puts us at graduating at sixteen.
We always had ninjitzu lessons, as long as I can remember. I was ten when I took up knives as my choice, I wanted something long ranged. Donatello instantly took to the Bo like father. After his death, he sharpened his bo on each end, and added metal grindings, so it isn't as pacifist as it had been. We practice and we study ninjitzu although we never intended to actually use it against a real enemy. Uncle Leo shared with us the story of his father's masters' murder, and how at thirteen he and his brothers avenged him, thinking that would inspire us, but no. We would be just as satisfied if some unknown person came in and solved the assassin problem for us, in fact I would prefer it to running through the forest at midnight like this.
I wonder why Julian requested us. It might just be on the basis of our revenge, that he wants us to have a piece of it. But Donatello and I are nowhere near Christopher, Julian or Romea's level, and I doubt we'll be much help if we don't get killed.
"There, that's the building he was talking about", Romea whispers, indicating a dark gray building in the clearing ahead of us. There are no lights on, making it hard to spot.
We slink through the surrounding woods and stealthily make our way to the field. Julian suddenly appears beside us. He's really good at this ninja stuff, and he doesn't even pay attention to half of the lessons. He's just naturally good. Imagine what he could do with a little discipline.
"Okay, what's the word", Chris inquires.
"I saw someone coming out of your window", Julian begins, "and I followed them here. They dressed in a gray outfit, but I couldn't tell anything more about them. I went in here after them. Get this, the one in your room was human, but there's a guy in there, the lead guy, he's a mutant lion or something. He's got a whole set up, computer screens and stuff I never saw before, that's why we need you guys (he means me and Donatello). He has a whole wall of pictures of us, all of us, like even those bird kids of uncle Mikes'. I don't know what that's about, but I think he's the assassin, because he has uncle Dons' picture...uh-"
He glances nervously at us. Donatello looks down at his sharpened bo.
"When you see it, you'll know what I mean", Julian concludes in a softer tone than I ever heard him use before, "What did he take from your room, anyway?"
"He didn't take anything, he left something", Chris answered, kind of ambiguously.
"He left a dead rat", Romea elaborated.
"A dead rat? What they hell does that mean? Does it have something to do with our grandfather?" Julian asked.
"I don't think so", Chris sighed, looking again at me and Donatello, "It was killed in a very specific manner. It was a message."
"Like what, was it crucified?", Julian inquires bluntly.
"No, it...I don't want to...upset you guys..." Chris stammers.
He means Donatello, and me of course. We're the odd ones out here, the ones who have no reason to be here except that it was our father who was murdered, that started all this.
"Just tell us", Donatello said, "I've seen the worst already myself, haven't I?"
His eyes narrow in anger at this memory, and I shudder, but I steel my nerves and look back at Chris.
"Right", Chris sighs, "Okay. The rat was left on my bed and it was shot with a little pellet gun or something, with the exact same wounds as...ah, your Dad."
There's a delay, I'd like to think it was a minute but maybe only ten seconds, before I find myself involuntarily gagging at the image and what it meant. The picture comes to focus clearly in my head, this rat, and someone holding it down or whatever to do the pattern...God, how did they even know what the pattern of shots was? How did Chris? I guess there's an autopsy report somewhere, that would be reasonable...but why is everyone reading it? I could never...
And then the gag becomes a full-fledged vomit that I just managed to turn away and hide some.
"Are you...okay?" Romea asks gently.
"Fine, I'll be fine", I answer.
'Look, I understand if you guys can't go through with this-"
"We can", Donatello replies, and with a tone and conviction I can't echo even though I have the same voice. He's so different than he used to be. He looks capable of killing someone, killing our enemy as Uncle Leo described their killing Shredder. I had no idea he had this in him. I have never felt so distant from him, and yet I also feel more closure to him on a deeper level than ever before. The thought that he is my younger twin brother and I must stand with him calms me. I hurry my body together and turn back to them.
"Its probably better to go into these things with nothing in your stomach", I explain, as if I had purposefully purged myself, "That way you don't get sick or anything in battle."
"Okay", Chris replies, with slight puzzlement in his eyes, "So, we've determined that the people in this building are connected to the assassination. What exactly are we going to do, capture them and call the police?"
"Uh...no", Julian answers, "We're going to kill them."
"But, what about interrogating them, why they did it?"
"These guys, this organization or whatever, they've been escaping us for years. They got into our house, goddamn it, and we wouldn't have ever known if I hadn't been looking out the window. Maybe they've been doing that for years and I just now caught them. If we let any of them the slightest chance of slipping through and surviving, they might come back and kill us all."
"We can't take any chances", Romea agrees.
"I just wanted to make sure that's what were doing", Chris says weakly, "I mean, we don't know anything about this organization. How strong are they?"
"There're not that strong. I only saw maybe ten guys in there altogether, and how many people are going to hook up with a giant lion that just wants to kill us? What kind of mission is that?" Julian countered.
"People who are impressed by how long the murder went unsolved; maybe", Chris answers, "Or people who hate mutants."
"But there's a mutant lion leading it."
"Okay, people who hate turtles then", Chris snaps, "There could be a lot."
I'm getting the impression Chris isn't happy to be here. I thought he was more into this ninjitzu-honor stuff than any of us. I certainly never expected Julian to be taking the lead.
"All the more reason to go in there and kill them now", Romea declared.
"You two are down with that, right?" Julian asks us.
'Yes', we reply together, but Donatello sounds more sure than I am.
Julian explains to us how he got in and the forces he saw there. Apparently they don't have much in security, counting on their low profile and ability to escape our parents' notice. He just snuck in through a vent opening in the roof and crawled through the ducts. So we do the same. Donatello and I actually enjoyed the art of slinking silently; it's an interesting use of muscles. This we are on par with the others in.
We crawl through the ducts, following Julian's lead. It's not too far in that he stops us, pointing through a grate for Christopher to see out from. They use hand signals, that were part of our training, to communicate. Except of course that would be one of the parts I'm weak on. I make out jumping down, and an indication that we want to head towards the right wall. I glance at Donatello, and see he understands it perfectly, but I can't ask him to translate, of course.
This is it. Julian kicks the grate and we pour out into a huge room. Our big moment of revenge, and I don't even know what were getting into. We start attacking all the gray figures gathered there. There actually aren't too many. Donatello and I set a good pattern, I pick targets off with my knives from a distance and he gets the ones that come up too close.
I see the lion creature Julian was talking about, and I recognize him from a picture. Saber Khan. He put out some literature attacking my father's role in the intellectual community, making allegations about him and his ninja activities in his youth, dissing us for being turtles, and dissing him a lot for sleeping with humans (uncle Leo and uncle Raph both are married to mutants). I don't know what his problem was with us, after all he's a mutant lion or something, definitely not human, so what does he care?
Based on what I know of him, I don't have too much trouble believing he's responsible for the whole thing. I didn't think I had anger or rage in me, but standing in this room now, I feel it. I want to run up and take him on myself, throw knives into him like they were bullets, except I don't want to kill him. I want my brother to do the honor.
I actually start making my way towards him. There aren't many of these other guys in this organization; my cousins can take the rest out easily. Donatello has the same idea, he shadows me.
Khan is standing on a raised part of the room, watching us with brief glances but mostly paying attention to his elaborate computer set up. A shimmering pink circle appears along one wall, kind of strange but nothing to worry about for now.
We're about ten feet from him when things suddenly get totally crazy. Hordes of these gray-clad soldiers appear, I saw them coming from an open door but they're so fast and silent that its almost as if they materialized around us. Wow, Julian totally underestimated what was going on here. Apparently a lot of people would hook up with an organization that's main purpose seems to be to kill and torment us. I can't even throw my knives; these guys are so all over us. I start doing hand-to-hand combat, which I never liked and seems kind of useless since there no way were going to defeat them all. I'm surprised one of them hasn't come up behind me already and ended it.
My mind starts detaching as I fight, thinking that this will be the end. The last I ever see in my life will be this room with Khan winning.
My mind comes back with a snap. I realize that some of the horde have grabbed Donatello and are carrying him towards Khan. What, are they going to assassinate him now? I forget that it's hopeless and launch into a full rescue attempt, actually cutting deep some of my foes, backing them off from around me. I briefly register Chris attempting to make his way over as well. Julian and Romea have been pushed farther back and are viciously retaliating, but there too many for them to be able to help us here.
Its only two layers of fighter between my twin and me. Tapping into some strange energy I didn't know I possessed, I literally slice through them. My knives seem to know exactly what to do; I don't even have to think about it anymore, which leaves me able to observe what is happening between Khan and my brother.
Donatello is held by three or four others, he still has his weapon but can't bring it to bear. Khan approaches him, looks him up and down, pats his cheek, and then grabs him from the ones holding him, lifts him up, carries him to the wall with the weird pink spot and throws him at it. And Donatello disappears. Just like that.
I don't know what that light is. My best guess is it's a disintegration ray, because there is no trace of Donatello anywhere and Khan looks very satisfied. But, damn it, that was my brother, and I intend to follow him, even to death.
Whether I defeated my surrounding foes or they just let me through I don't have time to contemplate. I run onto the platform and jump into the light myself. If Donatello did die than I share his fate.
My mind wanted me to know the last thing I heard before the unknown pink engulfed me.
Its Christopher shouting, "Wiiilllliiiaaammm!!"