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The ability to breathe was gone.
The want to breath was also gone; even as her lungs began to burn her body seemed pretty content with not fighting that battle. Her whole being too shocked to do anything but stare through the four that stood before her. Their words weighing down on her, just as much as the absolute silence that followed weighed on them.
Hurt, bloody, and beaten. Their faces showed more pain than what they were physically under; their eyes showed the mental pain they felt.
“April?” Donnie asked softly, his voice tight as he reached out to touch April’s shoulder.
“No.” She whispered as she drew back, her eyes finding their way to them again. To their faces, to the pain. “NO!” Her hands rose up to her face, sliding to the sides of her head as her body began to quake, her knees feeling weak. “Noooo, no.” She looked at them, staring at them as she backed away, w
LossHectic, that was the word that could be used to scribe most battlegrounds. This one was no different. Eruptions of sound came from around her as she rushed from one tank to the next, lightsaber drawn. She could see the colour of her Master's saber off to the far right as he continued his own advance.
Booted feet hit the dusty ground before she continued rushing ahead, traveling easily between the advancing clones, their white forms being obscured by the thick dust that was kicked up from the wind. Her motions were clean as she attacked the droids that fired upon her and her men. Her arm drawing back to make a new swipe when a void suddenly exploded within her.
Rex saw Anakin go down, the Jedi crumpling to the ground. Out of the corner of his vision he saw the glow of Ahsoka's sabers disappear at nearly the same time. His jaw clenched, having to trust that someone would check on what had just happened to the Commander. His own rushing form skidding as he lowered into a kneel bes
Donatello and April - Touch
Some nights were rougher than others. Tonight had ended up being one of those nights, which in of itself was an aggravation. He’d messed up and he had paid for it. It wasn’t even the physical pain from his body that hurt so much. He was sure that their target had known where April’s father was and it was the pain of not succeeding in catching him, that, that failure that hurt the worst.
Donatello winced as he sat down and began to remove his wrappings. On top of it all he felt filthy, like a layer of grime was on his skin and he couldn’t confirm for himself if it was a combination of it having been far too hot for night time and the location the fight had been, or if it was purely imaginary and he wanted to make himself more miserable. Then he heard a voice.
“Don?” April asked again, this time her voice filled with worry as she moved in front of him. She’d just been asking about the bruise o
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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