He crouched atop the building, surveying the area below. His staff dug into his knee, and his breath seemed raged and painful. He had given up hiding his tears long past, they cooled his face, but did nothing to erase the pain inside his scarred heart.
His red clothed brother leaned ageist the wall opposite him, his face turned away, refusing to cry. Raph took a deep breath, sucking in air to try and keep the sobs at bay. Wiping his face with both hands, he managed to mumble "He was a great leader"
It was then that he exploded "BUT WE NEVER TOLD HIM THAT!!!". He started to pace the rooftop, but stopped when his heart jerked with pain...pacing, what our leader used to do when he was nervous or worried.
He started to run, wanting to leave the crossed blue swords and mound of dirt behind.
He paused for breath only when he was sure that if he walked another step his chest would split in half. Raph caught up with him in seconds, his plaston heaving.
"It was my fault" Donny whispered, rocking back and forth. "If only I'd moved quicker." He could still hear the sickening crunch as Leo had hit the floor, and Kari's scream pirecing sharply through the heavy silence. He remember begging Leo silently, to get up, to move. He remembered Raph shaking him, his mouth opening and closing, screaming words he couldn't hear.
Raph placed his hand comfortingly on Don's shoulder, wishing that he could take his brothers pain away. Don gazed down at his hand, surprised, but looked away when his eyes started to wander up Raph's arm, toward the uncountable amount of scars that covered his wrists.
Heros
Everyone thinks they're great
No one thinks about the people they've killed...
Do heros ever cry?
New York has always felt alive, but tonight, for two weeping turtles, who's life is falling apart piece by piece, the city is dead.