The world can be a nasty place. He knew that all too well. "I'm fine," he'd say, with a knife straight through his neck. The blood spilled through the gaping wound, trickling down his body and onto the tile floor. Stained everywhere. There would be absolutely nothing wrong, everything would be perfect and for the better. Such a sweet bitter reality. Oh, the blood as red as his mask, perhaps even darker. Eyes semi widened, not bothering to hold his throat or let air try to seek its way in. It was said and done. "I'm ok. I'm ok." Say it after me. "I'm ok." Pure astonishment could possess any sane man or woman in the right place at the right time, but not every single being had the same luck with accepting what lay before them. What was now a was, once was a were. God, slice the wound more. Expand it. Spill more blood for those to see. It dries after a little while but that will never be the case. Not ever. His whole body was soaked in his blood from a waterfall that came from underneath his chin. Agony? Maybe. Misery? Maybe. Hollowness? Very much so. The body was cleaned of its natural fluid, no more to spare and no more to continue the beating of the heart. When the heart stopped, the flow of the blood proceeded. Eyes looking from left to right repeatedly, vision blurred, brain snapped in half, a dead heart, and now what could be a corpse.
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The Mutant in Blood (TMNT Fanfic)
FanfictionBased on the series Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, the red masked mutant makes a mark on the lives of many especially his own when he joins the mafia of New York City.
