WARNINGS: Swear words, Implied sex, Un-beta, Turtlecest, Ideologically Sensitive, And it might not make much sense, if not let me know please.
Calm
Pain…
He groaned as he curled into a little ball, fighting back sobs. His body shook from the strain of it, and he opened his eyes. There was nothing but darkness. He wondered if he had been blinded. He was next to a bomb when it went off, tons before him lost their sight, hearing, limps and lives because of bombs. He took in a shaky breath, breathing in dust, and he could smell the rotting bodies.
He took in another breath as he fought to remain calm. If he loses control now, it could spell out his doom.
He remembered when he and Leatherhead found a pretty blond woman buried alive. She was alive when they found her, but in the short time they got remains of a building off her, she was dead.
She panicked, and used up last of her air, gaged smoke from a nearby fire quickly and from dust. He found her on her gut, her fingers curled into claws, buried in her hair, and mouth wide open in a scream.
There been others, far too many, they all died simply because they couldn't remain calm.
He recalled a man who panicked from thinking his child was in a burning house, and ran into the fire, and was burned alive. His child wasn't in the house, but was at the park that was a mile away from the house. She never saw the fire thanks to a thick lining of trees.
The Foot had found out the many enjoys of fire during that time… Whereas the Purple Dragons enjoy the high power gun they "borrowed" from soldiers who died trying to save their homes from the Foot.
There was a boy of thirteen who never fought in his life, didn't even have an idea how to shoot a gun. He was in a jail where Purple Dragons held people in. He tried to get out, and save many as he could. He almost did, but due to the oncoming Dragons he took a wrong turn, not even thinking, and leaned them all into a room with men all too happy to play.
Out of forty-five people, only two made it, thanks to Casey Jones who found them before the dragons did.
The boy wasn't one of them.
He moaned at another sharp jolt of pain, this time he didn't hold back a sob. He knew no-one would hear it.
He wanted his brothers, wanted to be home. He wanted to feel their bodies against his, as they fought over the TV remote. To feel their lips give him a kiss, their hands caressing him, feel their love.
He wanted to go back home.
He sighed, he was blinded, but he could see the lurking of death around him. There nothing here for him, Raphael and Leo both forgot they had a little brother, Donnie gone off somewhere for years now, and they knew already he was dead anyway.
And on the inside, he knew that his heart stopped beating a long time ago.
He might as well join him anyway.
Michelangelo, once known as Mikey, closed his eyes, and dreamed.
