Raphael Hamato,a gigantic alligator snapping turtle mutant,was a hero and a symbol of strength and of war.The so called ‘Red war horseman’,saving lives in every continent of the world with such impossible ease,you now knew why people worshiped him and his brothers like warriors,gods even. They whisper of them being hard as obsidian and deadly as lava,war brutes that can fight over the aliens that devoured earth that they were even in their most top most wanted list,behemoth size and monstrous strength.Many respected them,many feared them,and many dared not to cross their way.

But then his here, in a raging bloody battlefield, the air filled with screams and the smell of rotten flesh and burned skin filled the air. His ninpo construction floating in red hazy rectangles, surrounding him like unfinished walls. Letting it circle around him as he held you tight, shaking and willing himself not to cry as you began to cough and whine. You were bleeding so much, colder and colder as the red pours out of you like a steady stream, the long broken blade that was still piercing your chest was glinting at him like a taunting mock.

“Baby, my flower, my precious little flower…Just hold on, Please”

He whines, begs, pleads fro you to keep your eyes, even when he wants to just rip his gaze away from the light fading so slowly. But he doesn’t, still staying strong, holding your tiny form like cracking chain glass. God, your so small now, weight so less, weigh more then nothing, so tiny and vulnerable and hurt. And it just makes him weep more, tears running down his face as his behemoth hands, useless giant hands, cradle your face and pressed your foreheads together

“It’s okay, It’s okay, your okay”

White lies, white fu•king lies