Saga of Next Generation - Romea II
By: Red Turtle
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. This was a hard chapter to write in a way that would advance the story and capture the emotions of Romea with respect to the lost family members.
Romea II:
. . . . .
So that's it then, no more little brother, no more cousins, just like that.
I've always felt like Julian and I was bonded together, but I never imagined that we were destined to survive genocide like this.
And I never imagined our parents would fail so spectacularly in their quest.
Speaking of which, I haven't needed my mom like this since I learned to walk on two legs. I need her bad now. In desperation, I get out my communicator and start repeatedly dialing my Mom's number.
After a minute of sadly watching, one of our new bird cousins reaches over and gently takes the communicator from me.
"That's not going to help you", She explains sadly.
"I'm trying to call our parents. They're ninja's, they can help. And we know where the guy is now, we just have to go over there and get him."
Another sad moment passes, with them looking at us with their intense little bird eyes.
"Your parents are among those inside", Catholicism finally tells us, "We didn't see our father, but the others.they."
But that's impossible. I mean, they only got Uncle Don because we were unprepared, but there is no fucking way they got the best of my Mom and Dad, not to mention uncle Leo and Aunt Ronique. Uncle Mike maybe, I could see that. But not my fucking Mom and Dad, not Uncle Leo, not Aunt Ronique.
"I.d-didn't s-s-see them", Julian stammers, "I-I didn't r-really look, but I would know, w-we would know."
Catholicism tries to reach out to comfort him, but he shakes her off and clings closure to me. While their intense, sad little eyes are convincing, I can't accept something like this so simply. I can't take the word of two cousins I had never met before. Besides, maybe they made some mistake, maybe there are other adult mutant turtles but not our parents, or maybe Uncle Mike is in there but not our dad. Too many variables.
I need to know what were dealing with, and I need to know now, as time for us in undoubtedly running out. If this is true, they have effectively gotten rid of all the members of our family but the four of us, and its unlikely they will let us run around much longer. They could be headed here right now. They could be training poisoned arrows at us as I stand here.
But first thing's first. I need to know how I face this, whether I hold onto hope that Mom and Dad will save us or I use the last minutes of my life in an all out revenge, a suicide mission to take down as many of the enemy as I can. Only the verification of the deaths will choose my path.
"Let me...I need to see this for myself.and then we will.we will decide what to do next", I tell them.
The cousins nod in unison. They're a lot like Julian and myself.
Julian shakes his head slightly. He doesn't accompany me back inside, and I don't blame him. Even if I live I will never be able to set foot in this house again after this. In the living room lie all the bodies of my cousins and brother, thrown together in a heap. It's hard to look at, and it's hard to take in whether they are all accounted for there or whether some might have escaped. Its sort of like adjusting your eyes to darkness, when at first you can't make any thing out, and then slowly you can distinguish among the blackness, and finally for me you can recognize everything as if it was light. At first it was a mass of blood and green (and the one orange), and slowly I could tell which was which, and finally I found what I didn't want to, a piece of fox too large to be Rowdie. A piece. A fucking piece of my mother. What had those monsters done?!
That's all I need to confirm in my heart what our path must be now. I'm sure that more meticulous searching would reveal evidence of my father, uncle and aunt, because there is no way a piece of my mother would be here if any of them were still breathing.
I hope she took out a bunch of those bastards before she died, just like I'm going to do.
Uncle Leo once said, Death comes to us all. The important thing is to die with honor. Tonight we will die with honor, or we will live with shame.
I march back out.
"We need to go back there", I announce, unsheathing my sword.
"What are we going to do?" Julian asks hesitantly.
"We're going to kill them. As many as we can. We're going to go right in through the front door and start slaughtering."
"Where is this enemy located?" Catholicism inquired.
"Follow us", I tell her, and begin my tract back to building. Julian takes out his sword and falls in step behind me, but I sense his heart isn't in it. Well, fuck it, what else are we going to do? The cousins follow. I am pleased that they seem skilled in stealth and climb as silently as we do. Course that probably doesn't mean shit, given how good our enemies are.
But maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to get to the lion, who must be the leader, and if there is any sense of justice in the world I will slice his head clear off with this very sword. I have never actually decapitated anything, but I did practice the move on cloth dummies in the dojo. I rehearse in my mind how the move is performed, and this keeps me occupied until we reach the edge of the forest that leads to the building.
Our destiny.
At least I might take comfort that my death will not be boring.
To be continued.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. This was a hard chapter to write in a way that would advance the story and capture the emotions of Romea with respect to the lost family members.
Romea II:
. . . . .
So that's it then, no more little brother, no more cousins, just like that.
I've always felt like Julian and I was bonded together, but I never imagined that we were destined to survive genocide like this.
And I never imagined our parents would fail so spectacularly in their quest.
Speaking of which, I haven't needed my mom like this since I learned to walk on two legs. I need her bad now. In desperation, I get out my communicator and start repeatedly dialing my Mom's number.
After a minute of sadly watching, one of our new bird cousins reaches over and gently takes the communicator from me.
"That's not going to help you", She explains sadly.
"I'm trying to call our parents. They're ninja's, they can help. And we know where the guy is now, we just have to go over there and get him."
Another sad moment passes, with them looking at us with their intense little bird eyes.
"Your parents are among those inside", Catholicism finally tells us, "We didn't see our father, but the others.they."
But that's impossible. I mean, they only got Uncle Don because we were unprepared, but there is no fucking way they got the best of my Mom and Dad, not to mention uncle Leo and Aunt Ronique. Uncle Mike maybe, I could see that. But not my fucking Mom and Dad, not Uncle Leo, not Aunt Ronique.
"I.d-didn't s-s-see them", Julian stammers, "I-I didn't r-really look, but I would know, w-we would know."
Catholicism tries to reach out to comfort him, but he shakes her off and clings closure to me. While their intense, sad little eyes are convincing, I can't accept something like this so simply. I can't take the word of two cousins I had never met before. Besides, maybe they made some mistake, maybe there are other adult mutant turtles but not our parents, or maybe Uncle Mike is in there but not our dad. Too many variables.
I need to know what were dealing with, and I need to know now, as time for us in undoubtedly running out. If this is true, they have effectively gotten rid of all the members of our family but the four of us, and its unlikely they will let us run around much longer. They could be headed here right now. They could be training poisoned arrows at us as I stand here.
But first thing's first. I need to know how I face this, whether I hold onto hope that Mom and Dad will save us or I use the last minutes of my life in an all out revenge, a suicide mission to take down as many of the enemy as I can. Only the verification of the deaths will choose my path.
"Let me...I need to see this for myself.and then we will.we will decide what to do next", I tell them.
The cousins nod in unison. They're a lot like Julian and myself.
Julian shakes his head slightly. He doesn't accompany me back inside, and I don't blame him. Even if I live I will never be able to set foot in this house again after this. In the living room lie all the bodies of my cousins and brother, thrown together in a heap. It's hard to look at, and it's hard to take in whether they are all accounted for there or whether some might have escaped. Its sort of like adjusting your eyes to darkness, when at first you can't make any thing out, and then slowly you can distinguish among the blackness, and finally for me you can recognize everything as if it was light. At first it was a mass of blood and green (and the one orange), and slowly I could tell which was which, and finally I found what I didn't want to, a piece of fox too large to be Rowdie. A piece. A fucking piece of my mother. What had those monsters done?!
That's all I need to confirm in my heart what our path must be now. I'm sure that more meticulous searching would reveal evidence of my father, uncle and aunt, because there is no way a piece of my mother would be here if any of them were still breathing.
I hope she took out a bunch of those bastards before she died, just like I'm going to do.
Uncle Leo once said, Death comes to us all. The important thing is to die with honor. Tonight we will die with honor, or we will live with shame.
I march back out.
"We need to go back there", I announce, unsheathing my sword.
"What are we going to do?" Julian asks hesitantly.
"We're going to kill them. As many as we can. We're going to go right in through the front door and start slaughtering."
"Where is this enemy located?" Catholicism inquired.
"Follow us", I tell her, and begin my tract back to building. Julian takes out his sword and falls in step behind me, but I sense his heart isn't in it. Well, fuck it, what else are we going to do? The cousins follow. I am pleased that they seem skilled in stealth and climb as silently as we do. Course that probably doesn't mean shit, given how good our enemies are.
But maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to get to the lion, who must be the leader, and if there is any sense of justice in the world I will slice his head clear off with this very sword. I have never actually decapitated anything, but I did practice the move on cloth dummies in the dojo. I rehearse in my mind how the move is performed, and this keeps me occupied until we reach the edge of the forest that leads to the building.
Our destiny.
At least I might take comfort that my death will not be boring.
To be continued.