Hungry Slider

Chapter 8- and then there were three

POV: Ralph

Leo had been healing of the last three weeks and now he seemed almost normal. The scars would never go away according to Donnie but tonight that doesn't matter. Mikey had volunteered to do dishes. So when I walked into the kitchen to see Leo lung at Mikey biting deep into his neck I didn't react fast enough. I finally caught up with the situation and tried to grab Leo off. As I pulled him off he bit the same spot as before. I screamed the pain unbearable. I kneeled next to Mikey to have him pulled away like prey by Leo. he began to rip away Mikey's shell and Mikey passed out. I rushed over but before I could help my younger brother his head ripped and fell. Donnie snatched it up as he entered the room.

"No! Mikey you can't die!" I cried at the headless turtle. And as the truth of this settled in anger filled me. I backhanded Leo into the wall with wack. As he landed he got up and ran at Mikey's body. He ate it like a mad man ripping through skin and muscle. As he ate I kept trying to pull him off but he would hang on like a cat does a mouse. I felt crawled out of the room, throwing up at the sight I had just seen. I cried there for hours. I had no idea what had happened after but I would never trust Leo again. I would never love the thing either.

I stood up with my unused legs wobbling. As I entered the kitchen where the horrific acts had happened I saw the shell and bone clean. A few bite marks marked the shell but it looked like it had been licked clean. The tears that had faded came back in full. I looked around the mess to find only one broken bone. The femur was clean in half. This sent shivers down my spine. Not even a full grown lion could bite through a femur of this size but Leo did it. I cried over the sight of clean bone for what felt like minutes but I would later learn it was twenty eight hours. It was my job to protect and I failed.

POV: Leo

I considered suicide and option. The guilt, sadness and pain were enough to fuel me to hang myself. The saddest part is I didn't do it. I just layed there like the useless fuck I am. Why can't I control myself? I can't believe I killed my own brother. Right after dinner too. I could taste the metallic flavor of blood in my mouth. Tears fell down my face but I barely noticed. The world was like a haze. I wish Ralph would run in furious and decide I should die. He would stab me and I would die. Or maybe Donnie would inject me with some kill stuff. like the stuff given to dogs and I would die within minutes. Who knows maybe April will hear what happened and hit me on the head with her bat. I just wish I could die of pure and under will to die. I'm not sure how long I lay there staring at the ceiling but after a bit my door opens. Donnies voice fills the room and he says something.

"What?" I ask barely getting the words out

"You've been crying for three days straight, go to bed" he said, the haze clearing slightly.

"I don't deserve-" then before I can finnish Donnie cuts me off