Mᴜᴛᴀɴᴛ Aᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ: Iᴛ Bᴇɢɪɴs ❪✓❫

13 || 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 '𝐄𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐎𝐬𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I still walked in front of the group, just about twenty yards away from them at least. Still, I could hear them talking about me or something else besides why they don't trust me. What a caring family...

"I feel terrible." Patience said, observing what I was doing from afar.

"Same," Don replied, still walking. The group watched me throw a medium-sized tree branch along the road, skidding to the other side. The adrenaline I had given my palm a very numb feeling.

Leonardo sighed, looking up at the sky to see the sun was at its highest point. He looks at his group members and calls out, "I guess it's okay to pause here." He looks back down the long road and could see the town we left behind. After hearing Leo say it was time for a break, I dropped myself onto the ground to rest my back and legs.

Raphael sat on the grass, playing with some little weeds and twisting flowers in his fingers. "Maybe someone should talk to her?" He suggested, looking at anyone who might volunteer to pay me a little visit.

"I'll take care of it." Splinter stepped up. "Your judgment is poor. Taking her belongings without permission, not trusting her. She's just a child and scared like you all are." Splinter solidly told them, watching them lower their heads in guilt. "You, my sons, weren't any different." He started making his way toward me.

I picked away at the itchy blades of green grass fading to brown from the ground silently. Soon, I heard faint snarls from behind me and look over at the infected dragging its body along the ground. It was a female. Her hair is stringy like yarn, her bottom and top lips are missing, and half of the body was gone. Her large and small intestines were dragging along the ground behind her. The smell-- I just couldn't inhale it with the entire body being a beige color.

It was about twelve feet away from where I was, reaching out weakly and snarling quietly.

"Pathetic..." I told it. "Even if everyone is dead, I still am treated the same way. My eyes stung, looking the dead woman in her eyes. "I'm sorry this happened to you, though," I say as it crawled closer. "You don't deserve this. No one does." Just in reach, a thick stick appeared to be strong enough to impale her head. "No one," I whisper, taking the stick and jabbing it into her forehead quickly. Its head hit the earth, being still and put to a final rest.

"Osita," I heard my name come out of Splinter's mouth. "May I sit?" He asked. I nodded, wiping my eyes. He got down smoothly and sighed. "What is it that's bothering you?"

"Everything."

"What else?" He wanted me to keep talking.

"Who I am as a mutant..."

"You're unique. Remember? You have so much to give, Osita. Your mother and brother loved you." He says.

"They were my only family." I choked.

Splinter understood what I meant when I said my mother and brother were 'my only family'. The rat told me a few words that I will never forget. "My family is your family. Always remember that." He rested his hand on my shoulder blade. Splinter continues. "And Leonardo will give you your switchblade when he thinks it's acceptable."

Oh, come on, now. I know that Splinter isn't agreeing... Well, I guess he is. "You agree with me not having a weapon, too?"

"Sometimes, one needs a break when they have intense anger and sadness. When Leonardo was twelve years old, I taught him how to see anger through people. He means well." Splinter explained, making me rethink everything that happened recently.

I guess that made sense. Leo is just looking out for me. He doesn't trust me with a weapon when I am angry and I understood that now. SPlinter just needed to help me see it. "Okay..." I say.