~Him and the blood~

|002| What.

Casey's POV (☆ means new POV)

The knife fell to the floor, I couldn't believe my eyes. He appeared out of the shadows, revealing who he was. Ink dripped onto the floor, he stood at a 6'1 height. "Zane?..." I whispered, tears filled my eyes. I couldn't wait, my arms wrapped around him crying into his chest. He huffed, wrapping his arms around me.

"I thought you were..." The sobs poured out, he shushed me and rubbed my back. "Why didn't you come back..." His heart was pounding in his chest, I could feel the vibrations of it against my head. "Why did you..." I couldn't say anything. My vocal cords were stuck. My thoughts raced, how was he alive?

Did Donnie lie to me? He said that Zane was dead, how was he here holding me in his arms? I look up at him, wiping my snot off of my nose onto my shirt sleeve. "I'm so confused..." "I'm sorry." Is that all he can say? "Sorry for what? Faking your own death and scaring the shit out of us?!" 

"I didn't mean to! I don't even remember what happened! All I know is that I died in that pool and here I am." 

~Flashback~

I died in that pool. That pool of ink. But then, my heart started beating very slowly, thumping in my chest. My lungs started letting me breathe again. And then, I sat up making my feet touch the bottom of the pool. My hair is knotted, all in my face. I grip onto the side of the pool, jumping out of it. 

Collapsing, I feel the fresh air fill my lungs and make my heart pump. Tears sting my eyes, not just from hurt but from joy. Joy of me being alive, somehow. The ink falls off of my body, going into the wet grass. I wipe away a tear, sitting up and ringing the water out of my shirt. My back stings from the impact, I forgot about my wings.

They're probably gonna sell my wings on Ebay or some other website. Probably the Dark web. Then, new wings appear. Instead of black and white, they're black and red. Of course they are. Why wouldn't they be. As I stand, I can feel the ink fall down my body. My head starts to spin with memories. 

Why did I ever have to fall in love with him? The tears sting my eyes, I wiped my eyes quick. I can't be fucking crying over an ex. Then I couldn't keep them in, they started to fall. My hands held my face like it was the most valuable thing in the world. Black tears fall into my hands and down my wrists.

Why am I crying? I don't even know. I fucking hate him. He could die for all I care, if I ever see him I might just kill him. The fucking bastard DARE have the audacity to kill me in a pool. I thought he loved me. Guess I was wrong, again. He's such a fucking dickhead. I want him dead. He's a fatherfucker.

A daddy's boy, probably a brotherfucker too. Probably fucking everybody he knows! My hands have collected so many tears it made them a liquid black mini pool. Gritting my teeth, I wiped my hands on my wet pant legs. My eyes glanced into the pool, I see the gleam of the sunlight hitting the knife.

Of course, it's the shitty knife I made for him. I reach for it, grabbing it. Such a prick. In fact, he's the definition of a prick. The piece of metal burns in my hand, melting away into black liquid. Glad that's gone. I threw the puddle on the ground and stepped on it. Let it rot, bitch. Then I walk away from the pool.

Never again was I ever thinking I was going to see anyone I knew in my entire lifetime. And I never did. For six years.

~End of flashback~  (☆ ☆ ☆ Zane's POV)

"So, you don't remember anything?" Casey asked, anger has consumed his brown eyes. The gleam disappeared like mine did. Did she hurt anybody else? And I remember everything like it was yesterday. "Nope, I just remember the day I quote on quote died." I say, using air quotes. He crosses his arms, scoffing.

"Come on, you're coming home." His hand latches onto mine, but soon after I smack his hand away. "Hell no, you're bullshit crazy if you think I'm going back there."  "Zane, stop being a dick. Come on! I wanna come show you some new people to the family" The fuck is he talking about? New family?

Before I could question it, Casey grabbed my arm and started dragging me along back to the manhole. I couldn't go back, I don't wanna see him or anybody else. He drags me along, I hide the urge to pull away from him. I love my brother, don't get me wrong but I HATE that FREAK down in those sewers.

We finally make it, he lets go of my wrist and opens the manhole. "It's only gonna be us and Donnie there, he's watching the kids." Kids?! KIDS. WHOSE KIDS?? We go into the manhole, climbing down the stairs. The water reaches up to my ankles, how lovely. Then we started walking, making the water swoosh underneath us.

As I followed Casey I looked at the graffiti on the walls. Old art lined the sewer walls, the art was beautiful. "Come on!" Casey yelled, he then started running. "Goddamnit!"  I yelled back, running after him. How the fuck does Casey have this much energy? He takes a right turn, must be the entrance into the lair.

Finally I reach the entrance, starting to pant. I haven't run in so long. Casey then gets tackled to the ground, giggling. My head turns downwards, looking at the tiny kids tackling Casey. "Guys! *chuckle* I have someone to introduce you to!" Casey looks up at me, then the tiny heads look up at me.

Their mouths form an 'O' shape, they get off of Casey and stand up in awe of my presence. Guess I'm popular. The kids turn to each other, whispering in each other's ears. "𝕴𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝕰𝕬𝕷 𝖅𝖆𝖓𝖊?!" "𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚜𝚘!" What are they talking about? "𝕳𝖊𝖞! 𝕬𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝖅𝖆𝖓𝖊?" "..Uh, yea."  I scratch the back of my head. 

They both turn back to each other and giggle like chipmunks. "𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜?" "What stories?-" "We told them stories about you and your adventures." Wow, thanks Case. "𝕴𝖘 𝖎𝖙 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖉𝖆𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖕𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖎𝖒 𝖔𝖋𝖋 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖋?" My face turns red from embarrassment.

Then I finally realized who their parents are. Willow and Raph. "Yes, I did." They giggle again, they grab my pant legs and drag me over to the couch. "𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜?" I sit down, letting them sit on either side of me. "Uhh, sure."  Then I explain all of the things that has happened. I keep out the part of their father fucking murdering me.

"𝕾𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌...𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖋𝖚𝖓?" "Not for fun, for his girlfriend." The two nod, from past experiences I'm guessing the one with short brown curly hair is Morgan, and the one who is a mutant with long brown hair is Taylor. What? Looking through Raph's stuff had his baby names in them.

Before I can tell them another story he walks into the fucking room.