TMNT: Redemption (Origins Oneshot)Category: 2012 Teenage Mutant Ninja TurtlesStatus: OneshotSummary: Hamato Yoshi never knew what was in store for him when he purchased four baby turtles...or how they would heal his heart, and give him a family again.Rating: K+ (PG)Language: EnglishCharacters: Hamato Yoshi/Splinter, Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, & Michelangelo Cars honked. People yelled. Life spoke to everyone. It was all really just noise, but it was an amalgam of hundreds and thousands of different, unique beings interacting with one another. Very few knew each other, and even fewer cared, for this was the Big Apple. New York City, New York. By anyone’s account, it was the biggest city in America, the city where anything could happen. Where dreams came true. One dream though, would never blossom. The one, single man that held onto that dream was in a city of millions, but that didn’t mean anything. He walked down the same streets as
Sweet dreams...???"Father?Dad?Where are you?Dad...?Dad !!!!!!!"Lightning pierces the darkening skyas rain continues to pour.But above the thunderous storm could be heardthe sobs of a little girl all alone.Drenched in her own pool of tears...her heart torn and bruised.Her swollen eyes lifts towards the sky...as her minds drifts...drifts above it all..." Wake up, my love.wake up!Daddy is here.""Dad?"Her eyes lit upas she runs into his arm.Unable to contain her joyher heart burst with excitement and laughter."Why are you laughing? ""Cause you're here!I'm so happy you're here!""I am happy as well. "He lifts her up.Holds her closer than he has ever done."Look my dear.the sky is all clear now..."'It is?'"Yes.Now we can do all those stuff you planned.Remember?""Now we can go to the movies together.Now we can walk in the park, while i hold you close.Now we could go bike riding togetherwe could even make something together for your mother.
Demons.A hollow cell that once used to be human.That's what's left from the old me.I touch the place on my chest,Where my heart used to be.I feel the beating, but the heart is gone.Was it ever really there?And I wonder; am I made out of stone?Cause the moments I feel are rare.And I'm asking you now,Now that my mind is clear.Will you tell me howI'm supposed to get rid of the fear?How am I supposed to fight the demons,When I don't know where my angels lay?And how am I supposed to keep them at bay?They're always therein the back of my head.Whispering. Slithering. Destroying. Now I know I'd be better off deadwith my thoughts they are toying.And in the tiniest moment that I can think straight.I keep doubting my distorted and twisted fate.And I count the stars, in an utterly empty sky,as I prevent my mind from seeing their lie.'Death,' they hiss and their voice is dire.'Blood,' they scream and their voice is fire.'Souls,' they crave a