Chapter 1- The Fall Of The Father

Author POV

It was a dark night at the time, panting and groans of pain could be heard. It moves to the rooftop, Raphael, April, Michelangelo and Master Splinter, stood not far from each other as the rain drip down their skin. Thunder rolls, Michelangelo stood in front of his father and his eye caught, the figure getting up on the rooftop with purpose, with determination.

Michelangelo's eyes widen as his gazed fixed on the monstrosity, Shredder. The shredder picked up the pace with his movements heading towards them. It felt as time slowed as Michelangelo hand reached out to pull, his father out of danger. The rain slows as the knives pierced into the back of Master Splinter. Raphael yells out for his father, April eyes widen in fear, shock, sadness and Michelangelo stood frozen as his father is thrown out of his reach off the building.

"Papa!!!" Michelangelo's voice rang with pain and vulnerability as he rushed to edge. Blood pools around his father, he saw his father chest rise once and fall and never rose again.

Michelangelo's body slumps as the edge of rooftop as the shredder cackles in triumph.

Footsteps moved to their direction, Michelangelo head lifted. Leonardo and Donatello moved towards. Donatello jumps down reaching Splinter's bloody body and Leonardo, releases his blade from his shell, fueled by anger and pain.

The shredder couldn't react to him in time before blades slice through his abdomen.

"AGH!!!!" The shredder gurgles in pain, hunched over. Raphael took the opportunity and charged knocking the shredder off the other side of building. His body fell with a thud creating a crater in the ground. The two brothers huffed looking down at shredder's body laying and looked at each other nods.

Then reality falls as the jumped down to see Donnie looking down with grief and regret and Michelangelo holding their father's hand, tears streaming down his freckled cheeks.

"Donnie?" Leonardo asked, the question hanging in the air and Donatello couldn't even look at his eldest brothers. Raphael still raging yells, "DONNIE!? Well what's going can you fix it?" His voice held hope, but it's crushed when Donatello looks up hands covering in blood tears pooling in his eyes.

April's rest a comforting hand on his shoulder, "He's gone, Raph." His voice comes out shaky, shamed that he couldn't do anything. "There's nothing I can do, he lost too much blood, he was dead before me and Leo got here." His voice comes out smooth almost if it wasn't for the anger and pain hidden beneath.

The words hit the boys in the heart as the collapsed next their father's now cold body.

"Papa..." Mikey's voice calls out, soft, vulnerable, pained. No answer other than the roll of another thunder. They sat their in silence heads bowed, just for them to hold on to what was left of their father even there was nothing hold on to. He was dead.

Leonardo finally raises his head feeling the rain wetting his face as if to whip away the tears rolling down, and he got up. "Leo?" Mikey called out seeing his brother getting up. "Guys, Sensei needs a proper place to rest, he's dead, he should rest comfortably." Leonardo said, his voice shaky. " April, can we...use your farmhouse?" He asked attentively.

April nods with no hesitation, she knew what it's like to lose a father. They picked up their father's body carrying him back to the turtle truck, laying him down. "I'll drive." April said getting into the front seat and the brothers have her grate look as they huddle around their father's body.

The ride was quick, no noise besides the engine of the truck and patter of the rain hitting the surface of the truck. April, stares at the road often glancing back to check on the boys. She felt their pain, and she wished she could help.

The farm house came into view as April drove into the side of the farmhouse to park. The truck shakes as it came to a complete stop to the familiar place. "We're here." April said her voice soft. They picked the spot under the large three in front of the farmhouse. April brought out the shovels, Leonardo and Raphael both took one and started digging.

Michelangelo walked to the river not far from the farmhouse, taking up a stone that looked similar to a headstone. He brought it back and slowly craved the details into it with his Nun chucks blades.

Donatello, cleaned up there father's body was with a cloth, moving as much blood as possible. April watched them, they all did their part, but she could see how their shoulders shake, how the tension flow from their body.

The hole was dug, six feet deep. Michelangelo brought the headstone he finished craved letting it lean against the tree.

The brothers went picked up the body, two on each side of their father as they lowered him into the grave. Michelangelo and Donatello, covered him up tears hitting the dirt as they did. Once fully covered the stood back and kneeled down in front of the grave. April took her place next to them.

Here Lies The body of Splinter Hamato.

Father and Sensei.

May he rest in peace.

The rainy clouds finally cleared out leaving a darkened sky. It was truly a sad day.

The ride back to the lair was like poison, thank God April got out to her apartment in time. They wouldn't want her to sit awkwardly between them. They parked into the alleyway and slipped into the sewers. Once they arrived to their home.

Donatello, went to his lab probably to blame himself, to overwork himself.

Leonardo, went to the Splinter's room to meditate, he probably thinks he failed as a son as leader.

Raphael, went to the dojo to release his anger, his emotions that swirl around him like a bullet train, probably to blame himself that he couldn't protect his father in time.

And lastly Michelangelo, he watches as his older brothers all went their separate way and what he could do. He was supposed to be there for all of them to make sure they don't go off the edge, but he knew they need space, they all did. So he goes to his room getting into his bed, sleep taking him.

He would make them feel better in time because their brothers and no one should grieve alone.

The lair quiet, the quiet grunts of Raphael onslaught on the dummy, Leonardo's shallow breathing as he meditated. Donatello's disappointed sigh of messing up a formula and Michelangelo's soft breathing as he slept.

Their Father is gone, but a threat lurks it waits.

A crack in the family.

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