Well people, this is a proud moment for me. This is actually the first story I have ever finished since beginning here. I hope those who have read it have enjoyed but WARNING, if you DONT like DEATH in ANY form, DONT READ ON!!!

To all who have reviewed, you have made my day and I hope those who do read on, I hope you do enjoy. Thank you for joining me in this historic moment.

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And so it ends ...

Raphael's P.O.V.

(((1 week later)))

Sitting on Leo's bed, I tried to repel all the memories that forced themselves onto me at the sight of his possessions. But then again, for a few moments, I can bask in the radiance of our younger years, of happier times until I have to return to the bleak reality of today … Life without my brother.

I wish I had no more tears to cry but it is simply my body has no more will to comply.

I haven't eaten or drunk anything in days. Food … tastes like ash in my mouth and water, not like the refreshing necessity it should. Life has no more meaning … no more colour.

The others have been affected but not as affected as me. I think Don committed himself to Leo's death weeks ago; this is just the final stage in a process.

Nothing more …

I haven't seen April or Casey since … they haven't been around much.

Mikey is suffering. He won't watch t.v., read his comics, go watch a movie or anything. He just practices in the dojo continually … much like Leo would.

My grip tightens shakily on the object.

It's like he thinks it will do something, like it will give him direction, give him peace … it only gives him a taste of physically suffering which gives away to his emotional anguish once he stops.

Splinter … Splinter … he … is an empty shell. All he has been reduced to is tradition and custom.

Like preparing … Leo for his … funeral.

Leo will receive the full ceremonial burial he would have loved to have when he wasn't reduced to what I made him become.

Now it only seems like a slap in the face. He didn't die honorably … he was murdered.

Master Splinter has washed and cleaned him up; colour added to his pale face, the still visible lacerations around his neck toned down a little.

He now lies in Splinters room with a single white sheet covering him, alone but for Splinter who is keeping his vigil.

He keep s alonger vigial of a … dead body then a living being.

Now that he is truelly … gone, I find it hard to be with him. He's finally gone and nothing I do will bring him back. I've lost all hope.

So I retreat to Leo's room … where I am now.

Me and my gun.

The cold touch of steel is in ways welcoming … it is a feeling that is apart from anything I am feeling.

It has feeling.

I've always had it … the gun … a trophy from a past practice run. I've always hates and detested guns, there's no skill in them. A three year old could pick one up and kill me just as good as a 20 year old could.

That is why it is my weapon of choice.

Something I despise should be what finishes me off … there is no honour in me so there will be no honour in my death.

I switch the safety catch and check everything is in order.

My arm stings as I lift it.

I looked over at Leo's inscription … looking at my handy work.



I was the "Useless Tyrant" and I'd added my blood to the wall of death.

Thinking of any last thoughts … the only thing I could think of was …

At least I get to see Leo again … and tell him how sorry I am …

I rest the gun to my head …

I take a deep breath …

Mikey appears at Leo's door, his nun chucks in hand … he must have finished practice …

His face goes from confusion, to disbelief and finally rests on … horror.

I think he went to scream.

I screw my eyes shut.

"RA …!!!"