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Dec. 7th, 2004 03:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mnt_raph*Dream has vanished, leaving Raph alone in the dark. He's scared, not of the dark, but of the images that have been placed in his head. Images he can't shut off, and a voice he can't shut out. A voice that drips and oozes and never gives up.
Out. He needs out. NOW!
Out of Milliways. Out of the crushing claustrophobia.
He sprints towards the building, and quickly scales the wall. He packs only the bare essentials for braving the NYC winter, and makes his way down and through the bar. No one sees him, and if they did...they'd wish they hadn't. You see, no matter how human he may look, he is still an animal. Hurt animals have a tendency to strike out, even at those who are only attempting to help.
He opens the door, and a gust of cold air welcomes him home. There's a good accumulation of snow on the ground and it makes a satifying crunch as he walks through the alleyway, and out onto the main street. The sidewalks are crowded with people trying to finish off their holiday shopping. Raph doesn't have to fight the crowds, he easily navigates through them. More natural born New Yorker than Ninjitsu.
Images flash through his mind.
The voice returns.
Too much, there is just too much.
Up. He needs to go up.
The moment his boots hit tarpaper, is the moment he starts running. He leaps across alleyways, and jumps from one building to the next. His lungs burn from the cold, and his heart screams for more air, but he keeps running. There is one jump, where is so focused on the running that he neglects to compensate for the conditions. He slips, and skids out slamming into a tall brick chimney.
Hurt and scared, Raph leaps to his feet and lashes out at the nearest thing. He rears back and punches the chimney with all his might.
Still not enough he does it again, but with the other hand. It escalates into a full scale attack on the unsuspecting masonry.
Knuckles raw, pants ripped and legs now bruised, he slumps against the chimney, resting his forhead on the cold bricks. Turning his back on the chimney, he flops down on the roof. He draws his knees in, rests his arms on them and then buries his face in his arms. His eyes close and one voice rings louder than all the others.
My master Yoshis first rule was posess the right thinking, only then can one recieve the gifts of strength, knowlege and peace. I have tried ot channel your anger Raphael, but more remains, anger clouds the mind. Turned inward it is an unconquerable enemy. You are unique among your brothers, for you choose ot face this enemy alone, but as you face it do not forget them and do no not forget me. *
Out. He needs out. NOW!
Out of Milliways. Out of the crushing claustrophobia.
He sprints towards the building, and quickly scales the wall. He packs only the bare essentials for braving the NYC winter, and makes his way down and through the bar. No one sees him, and if they did...they'd wish they hadn't. You see, no matter how human he may look, he is still an animal. Hurt animals have a tendency to strike out, even at those who are only attempting to help.
He opens the door, and a gust of cold air welcomes him home. There's a good accumulation of snow on the ground and it makes a satifying crunch as he walks through the alleyway, and out onto the main street. The sidewalks are crowded with people trying to finish off their holiday shopping. Raph doesn't have to fight the crowds, he easily navigates through them. More natural born New Yorker than Ninjitsu.
Images flash through his mind.
The voice returns.
Too much, there is just too much.
Up. He needs to go up.
The moment his boots hit tarpaper, is the moment he starts running. He leaps across alleyways, and jumps from one building to the next. His lungs burn from the cold, and his heart screams for more air, but he keeps running. There is one jump, where is so focused on the running that he neglects to compensate for the conditions. He slips, and skids out slamming into a tall brick chimney.
Hurt and scared, Raph leaps to his feet and lashes out at the nearest thing. He rears back and punches the chimney with all his might.
Still not enough he does it again, but with the other hand. It escalates into a full scale attack on the unsuspecting masonry.
Knuckles raw, pants ripped and legs now bruised, he slumps against the chimney, resting his forhead on the cold bricks. Turning his back on the chimney, he flops down on the roof. He draws his knees in, rests his arms on them and then buries his face in his arms. His eyes close and one voice rings louder than all the others.
My master Yoshis first rule was posess the right thinking, only then can one recieve the gifts of strength, knowlege and peace. I have tried ot channel your anger Raphael, but more remains, anger clouds the mind. Turned inward it is an unconquerable enemy. You are unique among your brothers, for you choose ot face this enemy alone, but as you face it do not forget them and do no not forget me. *
