Sunnanvind

The angels may cry but they know in their hearts...

Christmas fanfiction about the ninja turtles by the Atogangel.
This probably breaks a lot of copyright laws. So keep this .txt away from the police and feds. Also, if you don't like reading about horror and death, don't go any further. I'll leave it up to you to decide if you want to read it, not your mother, or your guardian, or what have you. But if you do like to read about horror and death feel free to go on. Thanks.

Note: This story is told from Michaelangelo's point of view.

"I woke up on Christmas morning, and turned on the radio. It was one of those old ones, with a real bad reception. But what! No sound, not even noice! After checking all wires, and the tubes (yes, the radio was that old) I decided to just tune around until I found any sound.

Hey! There was something! After fiddling a little with the dial, I heard the voice of my BROTHER Leo.

"Brother Leo, Leo, Leo..."

And he said to Splinter:

"Master Splinter... er... I don't know how to tell you this, but... rumour has it that you and god isn't the same person."

It was followed by a long, awkward silence. Then Master Splinter replied:

"The rumours are true. We are not one."

"Oh."

Then I thought I heard Leonardo cry.

"Brother Leo, Leo, Leo... the angels are bleeding for you."

And that was the day the Splinter left. We didn't really notice it, except Leonardo I guess, his master just walked right out of our house.

I looked at the picture of Donatello I had on the floor. And I noticed something about him that I had never seen there before. I called Raphael and he came right over.

"Do you see that?" I asked him.

"Yes, I do..." he replied with a low voice, "I've never seen that before."

We looked down at the picture with it's battered frame. And we saw it once again: Donatello had acquired listening capability.

"Brother Leo, Leo, Leo... the blood is sulphur but you are made of gold and poison doesn't tear you down."

"I have to talk to him this once!" Raphael shouted. And he hurried away.

Donatello never told me what he said, but I do know:

"The birds do fly from the east to the west, and Donatello, I am only a frightened child. I just want to be forever in plaster preserved. Don't force me to turn my outer thorns inwards. I am so angry on the outside so I can keep my inner sanctity free from rage. I seem to be made of SPEARS but spears have two sides and only one is sharp.

Now let me sing the song of love to the tree that never sheds it's leaves, but only grows more ugly the more it's leaves wither.

Farewell, Donatello."

... and were is Raphael now?

"Brother Leo, Leo, Leo... but even gold has a smell of metal that stains the fingers, and it resembles Blood much like the stained glass your katana is made of."

"It was Splinter that gave me that katana, and he told me to go out and kill. The katana was so frail and it glistened with the seven-non-grey. It still cut through the...

evil

... men's bodies like air. And it SHATTERED, oh yes it did, and the SPLINTERS went all around the world and in my EYES but I did not cry. The SPLINTERS are in my eyes, but that was blood, blood, blood, not tears. And the salty taste of the blood is on my face but I am still

green

but it's only skin deep. I am made of rusty gold. I am made of fire put out. I am made of liquid soiled. I am made of GLASS! Stained, SPLINTERed glass. And the sword is my master, and I thought that it was my GOD! GOD!

But the rumours are true.

And now I melt, I tell you that I am the snowman, ice cold, stealthy, poison mind, but I MELT in the rays of the TRUTH.

I am now pure nothingness, but my crisatunity is washed away."

... and Donatello did listen.

"When the scar has healed one is free from sin."

"It doesn't HEAL, I am unmendable and SCARRED!"

I, Michaelangelo could hear no more. And I was filled with doubt, and the angels mocked me. I said: 'God! If you do exist... give me a sign. Make the radio play 'Push it' so I can believe when I need it the most.' And I turned the dial on my radio. The first station it found played the distorted tunes:

"My head explodes and my body aches
But Michaelangelo; Don't worry baby. We'll be alright."

And I was safe." - Michaelangelo

They found their bodies the following day.
Michaelangelo shivering, next to Donatello's crumbled corpse.

Raphael and Leonardo missing, and missed.

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