Alright, another chapter. Hope this is still as interesting as it was in the beginning.
Enjoy…
Gunshots. Raph opened his eyes in frustration. Had it all been a dream? No. He remembered now, sitting in the dark, cold cell… without his brother. With a deep sigh, he sat up and rubbed his templates, a single trickle of a tear starting to run down over his cheek. His mind was dark. Raphael was sitting, for the first time ever in his life, really alone. He still couldn't believe what a jerk he was. If it hadn't been for him, Leo would still be alive. He got up slowly, ignoring the pain from his muscles and wounds. His goddamn life didn't matter to him anymore. In a moment of rage, mostly towards himself, he started beating the wall, not noticing the blood starting to run down his knuckles. It didn't matter. With a thud, the once mighty and harsh turtle fell to his knees, wishing to just die. All these years, and what had he done to his brothers? Cost them worries, that's what he had done. He hadn't thought about his attitude before now - no wonder Leo was always mad at him…
No. He was lying to himself now. Leo had only been mad at him, whenever there was a reason for it. He had been the mad one. The turtle closed his eyes, not noticing the door open and reveal a pair of ninjas looking down at him. They grabbed him by the arms, dragging him out of the cell and into a red room. Still, Raph didn't notice anything. Inner demons tormented his mind, and they never left - until a familiar voice was heard.
Shredder.
Raph didn't hear what the human had to say.
"Why haven't you just killed me?" he asked tiredly, not looking up. Shredder stood right beside him, and the turtle knew it. He could sense him.
"Because I promised Leonardo not to," the voice answered, making Raph's eyes fly open and looking up with a questioning look.
"The deal was simple," Shredder continued, "I spared your life, in return of his…"
Wasn't that typical Leo? Never thinking about himself. Raph hated his brother for that. How could Leo do this to him? Leaving him in enemy hands with this feeling of emptiness and loneliness plaguing him, tormenting him.
"Now," Shredder turned his back to Raph, "You can do the same thing." The enemy turned his attention back to the turtle, the diabolic smile growing bigger.
"Tell me, where I can find the other turtles, and I'll spare you all. If not:" He snapped his fingers, making Hun come to his side.
"You will join your brother…"
'As if it matters,' Raph thought to himself without answering. Shredder blinked at the silence.
"You can think this over," he tried, though soon to be interrupted by his prisoner.
"I don't need to think anything over!" Raphael bellowed angrily, pushing himself to stand up in an offensive stance, "Just show me, what you got Tin-can." It was obvious, that Raphael tried to make Shredder fight him. And why not? The turtle stood no chance against his nemesis, but would make his death quicker. Raph had expected Shredder to launch at him. But instead, he just laughed. The turtle wasn't about to give him any answers, Shredder knew that - and it made him feel strong. With a twist, Shredder turned to leave with a sentence as a last gesture.
"He's yours, Hun."
The blond man grinned evilly, cracking his knuckles and approaching Raph.
He was going to die. The fear slowly crept into the turtle's mind, but he stood his grounds. This was what he wanted - wasn't it? Raph smiled to himself. Dying in battle wasn't so bad; it was all just a matter of time before he would lie on the floor, in the puddle of dried blood from his brother mixed with his own. And then he launched, throwing himself at Hun with all of his might and an angry scream, managing to hit the man hard enough in the face to break his nose. Hun cried in pain, but was swept off his feet before he could react. Hun got up again, facing the turtle.
"You are dead meat," the human hissed, suddenly grabbing a knife from a small pocket in his belt. Normally, it would have been a fact that the young teenage turtle would have thought of. It was another matter dodging a knife than a fist, Splinter had taught him that. But suddenly, all of his training didn't matter. He just kept his position, waiting for Hun to strike.
And the human did. With a loud roar of anger, the human thrusted the knife into Raph's abdomen, the blade penetrating the hard plate and the skin. Blood slowly started dripping from the wound, and Raphael hissed in pain. The knife was drawn out, suddenly to be planted in his side instead. Raph slowly lost track and count of the knife and the holes it was poking in him. The pain was overwhelming, leaving a sick feeling in his guts. His instincts told him to defend himself. And he would have, if it hadn't been for the nagging voice inside his head, telling him how big a failure and a pain he was. He had let his brother die. He should have protected him.
'But I tried!' another voice called, from the deepest of his mind, leaving some energy for Raph to push Hun away. The turtle collapsed on the ground tiredly. His eyes burned heavily, but no tears came out. The pain was holding them back…
"You know," Hun grinned as he stood over Raph's body, "You can still save the others." With a broken-hearted look, the red masked ninja looked up.
"How?" he coughed, pushing himself to his knees.
"They are on their way," Hun continued.
'No,' Raph's eyes widened. They couldn't. Not now, they would be killed - just like Leo. Raph couldn't bare the thought. His mind was at that moment only focused on one thing…
To lead his brothers away.
Hun turned his back to the turtle walking towards the exit. He grabbed the handle of the door, before looking back towards Raph.
"Let's make a deal," Hun said in a very amused voice, "If they find you, I'll kill them. If not, I'll spare them." he walked out of the room and closed the door firmly behind him, leaving a shocked Raphael behind him.
"This is too easy," he thought to himself, grabbing a small walkie talkie in the belt.
"I think we got them…" he grinned into it. In the other end, Shredder sat with a wide grin. The turtles were separated. The two of them were broken. They didn't stand a chance…