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Splinter POV
I always knew this day would come, for every sun meets the horizon. And what am I compared to the sun. It came to me slowly, winding around my eyes like the boys as tots on their skateboards in the sewer. Before the boys weren't boys anymore. Not even my cultural vocabulary could find a word fit to describe them now.
And there I lay, stone upon stone, man upon machine. The only things left alive in me were charred ashes of my family and the burning image of my murderer. Forever imprinted in the back of my eyes.
Mikey POV
I skimmed over the knives in the case but it was nothing I couldn't fish out of the sewers. I looked up to see a seedy looking guy leaning over the counter, his cigarette hanging lightly from his mouth.
"Anything to your liking?" He asked , his question dripping with a Bronx accent. The smoke from his cigarette was practically green under the dim lighting . It smelled of nicotine and a slightness of street reed . A new drug that I happened to overhear the name of while hiding o a roof one night. Only one gang was crazy enough to throw this gasoline on new Yorks streets, the purple dragons.