Taxi
The lights were nothing but a blur past the window, nothing but a rush of the hopes and dreams of a city. This city had once been great, once been a city of promise and hope, of chances. There had been a time when opportunity was plentiful and righteousness was hers and hers alone. But why then, did righteousness taste so damn foul?
How long since she had taken a taxi, taken a cab? How long since she had sat and just watched the world go by? Had time for thoughts of something other than revenge? How long since she had felt the sting and burn of regret. It was unfamiliar to her, strange and new.
She had known affection before, given to her by the man who had raised her, taught her, trained her. That was love, that was love and she was sure that she had understood it, just as she had understood loss and pain. Just as she had understood fear. But this was different. It had always been different.
If this was what it felt like to care, then Karai did not want to feel it anymore.
And she found herself wishing that she was given a choice. Because she had wasted her last one, and she could never get that back. The torn car seat caught a tear, but only the one, because Karai Saki did not cry. Not over an enemy.
A/N: Just a character study of someone other than the TMNT, to branch out. Hope you liked it. :)