34Disclaimer: Don't own, I just like to play with other people's toys.
A/N: This is just a drabble I wrote after reading notawordsmith's drabble a day challenge bonus round (Which I can't find the courage or creativity to take on). Just for fun with no real purpose, I don't even think it's that good, especially the ending. Yeah, *nods* the ending sucks. But I tried and hope y'all can enjoy. A/N at the end for all fans of (N.I.U.) Nothing Is Unbreakable. Anyways, enjoy! or try to. . .
Seeing red
It wasn't new to him, seeing red. No, it happened all the time, the haze of anger glazing over everything and riddling away his control. Like an old friend; an old, jarring, unwelcome friend who Raphael couldn't wait to kick out the nearest door.
But he wasn't angry now—at least, he didn't think he was—which is why the young turtle blindly slumped against the alley's dirty brick wall and blinked hard. Trying to make sense of this phenomenon. The world swam with each heavy blink, but the color wouldn't leech from his vision.
It was everywhere, a growing puddle of crimson lapping over the asphalt and at his suddenly unsteady feet. His green feet. . . huh.
So he wasn't seeing red after all.
The cerise pool the turtle stared dazedly at was seeping from a street thug's body, bathing the filthy ground and tinging the air with the smell of death. A strange, bitter sweet smell that reminded him of the copper coins Mikey had dunked in chocolate as an April Fool's prank.
It touched his skin like a hot, wet kiss, and Raphael suddenly remembered shoving his sai through the man's unguarded throat. He remembered the bite of steel on his own flesh moments before committing the irreversible act.
Airiness overtook him and he sunk listlessly to the ground, watching more red drip—no pour from a jagged gash running across his wrist and up his elbow. The soft pelt of his blood striking the dank, unforgiving asphalt was dimly amusing and through the thin shadows he smiled like a Cheshire cat.
Thirteen year old Raphael just took his first kill. . . and he wouldn't even live to regret it.
^_^ thanks for reading! and feel free to rant, rave, or review. I welcome criticism and will thank you for it :D
A/N for readers of Nothing is Unbreakable: I am working on the next chapter, but life and the turtle known as Mikey are tripping me up. So I just thought I'd let you know that I have an update notice in my profile and a new poll concerning the fic. It'd be awesome if y'all could hop over and vote on it.
Oh, and any Mike fans mind passing along some tips for how to write for him? I'd be forever grateful :)
Cheers, your red writing rebel.