The Final Period of Casey Jones
So things have been nuts but I'm finally in a place I can write again and so here's just a little one shot to get myself back in the swing of things. This is fairly self indulgent and I apologize for that but the idea wouldn't leave my brain.
In a dingy apartment a tired man fell into a well-worn easy chair and let out a long content sigh. It had been a long day and he just wanted to get a few blasted hours of shut eye before he had to go back to work again. As his eyes were beginning to drift closed a knock at the door came, the man closed his eyes tighter and turned away from the knock. The knocks grew more insistent and a voice came through.
"Casey, Casey Jones. Please I need to talk to you." An elderly woman's voice pleaded. "I don't know who else to go to."
Letting out a sigh the tired man clambered to his feet, wincing as the aches and pains that had just gotten more and more prevalent over the years made their complaints known and made his way to the door. As he opened the door and took in the sight of his neighbour Casey Jones put on his best smile and laid on the charm.
"Look Mrs. Mullins whatever it is I'm happy to help but if you need any repairs done you do know you can just call right?" As he finished the start of his spiel Casey noted the bloodshot eyes of his neighbour and what looked to be tears welling up in the corner of her eyes just waiting to burst and his voice went soft. "Hey, no need to be upset whatever it is I'm sure I can handle it. Did the shower go off again or are the locks giving you trouble?"
"No, no nothing like that." The now named Mrs. Mullins shook her head. "It's my granddaughter she's in trouble and I, I just don't know what to do. It's those Purple Dragon hooligans, they've been trying to get me out of my home and when I refused they, they."
The tears finally came and the old woman put her face in her hands as she wept. Slowly Casey put his arms around her and pulled her into a loose hug.
"Hey, hey it'll be alright. Promise." He soothed as he pulled away so he could look her in the eye. "Now why are you talkin ta me? Are the cops giving ya hassle or."
"I can't go to the police." The words rushed out of her mouth in a panic. "They said, they said if they saw any police they'd, they'd hurt my Gabrielle. But I've heard how you… help people." Her eyes fell on a golf bag filled with miscellaneous sports equipment. Most prominently a hockey stick and a mask. "I just didn't know what else to do. They said they have her at the warehouse on Eastman and Laird. They said if I don't bring the deed to my house and twenty thousand dollars there by tonight."
She trailed off and looked down at her feet.
"I don't have that kind of money Mr. Jones."
Casey gave her a confident grin and for some reason she found it comforting.
"Don't worry yourself none. I'm gonna call up some friends of mine and we're going to have Gabrielle back home with you safe and sound. I promise."
"Thank you, thank you."
"No problem, no problem." Casey replied as he guided her to the door. "You just head on home and I'll handle this."
After a moments hesitation Mrs. Mullins nodded, turned to head on her way and then rushed back to give Casey one more quick hug.
"Thank you dear."
"Whattya want?" A gruff voice drawled on the other end.
"Raph, good to hear ya buddy." Casey cheered. "I got some Purple Dragon lowlifes that needs ta be taught a lesson tonight. You want in?"
"Sorry Case, there's been some weird stuff going down on the south side, looks like it might be the Foot. Master Splinter wants us to look into it. Can it keep?"
Casey had ended up by his golf bag and picked up his hockey mask. He contemplated it for a moment before he answered.
"Yeah it'll keep." Casey lightly tossed the mask up and down. "Good hunting Raph."
"I'll drop by your place tomorrow. Sound good?"
"Sounds good. Like I said it'll keep." Without waiting for a reply Casey hung up the call. "But she can't. Looks like tonight Casey Jones is flying solo!"
Were his friends with him they would stress the need for caution. Donatello would have pulled up the files from the city planning office and Leonardo would have crafted a plan that much as it might have made him and Raphael grumble, they would have followed. It would have been tight, controlled and most of all quiet…. Left to his own devices however Casey Jones had never been much good at quiet. Unseen to anyone who might have been around him a feral grin came to his lips, hidden beneath the skull shaped hockey mask he wore.
"Alright lawbreakers." His voice was a growl. "It's showtime."
As he removed his favourite hockey stick from the golf bag the masked vigilante kicked open the door and went to work.
As soon as he was through the door Casey lashed out with his stick and with a meaty thwack made harsh contact with the skull of one of two the gang members who had been watching the door. Without missing a beat, he grabbed onto the shit of the falling criminal and shoved him towards his nearest compatriot. The concussed gang member fell to the ground but he'd served his purpose and caused the other to stumble backwards in shook.
Letting out a feral scream Casey charged after the second gang member and lashed out with his stick to sweep the legs out from under him. As the lawbreaker lost his footing Casey followed up with an over head swing that caught his foe in the ribs and sent him crashing hard to the floor. Moving quickly Casey reversed his grip and slammed the butt end into his skull. Less than a minute and two gang members were down. Not bad, but there was still work to be done.
Casting his eyes around quickly Casey saw that the other members were starting t o come out to see what was going on. Four were coming out of the other room at the other end of the hall and there were at least two more on the second floor that he could see.
Take it one step at a time. He imagined Leonardo saying.
There's only one way down from the second floor take out the scumbags in front of us and the rest will come runnin' the Raphael in his mind finished the thought.
Taking a moment to nod to himself the masked man put the hastily cobbled together plan together and began charging across the floor. A few hastily fired bullets came near him (Serpentine, Serpentine Michelangelo called out) but luckily none hit him and soon there were too many bodies around to safely fire.
"I just want the girl." Casey growled as he broke the ribs of a gang banger that had tried to catch him with a crowbar. "You can save yourself some hurtin and just hand her over."
"Nothin doin you masked freak." A heavily tattooed member gritted out as he swung a knife at Casey. "You been messing in Purple Dragons business too long. Time to bleed."
As if to add a dramatic punctuation to this declaration Casey was just a hair too slow in getting out of the way of a strike and let out a harsh breath as he felt the knife enter his side.
"Wrong answer."
Before the thug could capitalize, he saw a rapidly approaching hockey mask and then felt nothing but pain as Casey pulled him in hard and fast for a head butt. The gang member fell to the floor and shortly after there was a clatter as the knife that he still held in his hands followed suit. Were it not for the sounds of combat and chaos all around you might also have been just able to make out the faint plop of blood hitting the ground. Unfortunately, that was drowned out by the sound of a rage filled scream.
Turning Casey saw a large crowbar swinging for his head moving quickly he raised his weapon to block the oncoming blow. For seconds that seemed like hours Casey and the large man wielding the crowbar struggled against each other.
With the good old hockey stick now out of commission he swiftly reached back and drew two baseball bats from the golf bag. He lashed out with a double strike to the back that caused his enemy to stumble but not fall.
"That hurt!!" The behemoth screamed as he swung the crowbar with all his might and caught Casey in the ribs.
Casey held back a gasp of pain but couldn't suppress a wince as his mouth filled with the taste of blood. Being an old friend of pain however he didn't let that stop him and with all his strength swung his bat at his enemy's head, he didn't go down. He saw the crowbar approaching for another hit and managed to pivot out of the way before taking another swing at the head. The bat collided with a satisfying thwack but still the mighty oak that was his obstacle remained standing.
When traditional tactics fail, try the untraditional. The voice of Master Splinter sounded off in his head and so Casey lashed out with the hardest kick he could muster right to the groin of his foe. With a really rather pathetic whimper the big hunk of meat hunched over and as he lowered his head Casey's bat rose to meet it and finally, thankfully the gang member stopped moving.
"Fuck." Casey huffed out before a sudden pain in his back drove him to his knees and caused him to drop his bats.
Lifting his eyes he saw the sneering visage of a gang member wielding a lead pipe. Before he could react, the gang member lashed out with the pipe again and caught him across the face sending him sprawling. As he clambered back to his knees a vicious kick caught him in the ribs and caused him to fall to the ground.
"Casey Jones." Another kick to the ribs. "The big bad vigilante." The pipe hit his back again. "Hun's personal nightmare." A kick once more. "You ain't so bad." The pipe swung down and hit his back and Casey barely managed to hold back a scream. "Yer done masked man." The time the pipe hit his mask and the entire warehouse could hear the crack as it broke.
"Did I?" Casey broke into a coughing fit and once again his mouth filled with the taste of blood. "I save the girl?" The tips of his finger made contact with his bat and he turned his bloody face to glare at the world around him.
"Did you save the girl?" The gang member laughed. "Did you save the girl? No you idiot You can't even-"
"Then I ain't done."
A thrown baseball bat collided with the face of the young gangster and before he could recover two hundred and ten pounds of masked man tackled him and brought him to the floor. Casey punched him once, twice, three times and the grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close. The hockey mask had broken in two and the left side of Casey Jones's face was visible. He was covered in blood but there was no pain on his features. Just rage.
"The girl." He snarled. "Where. Is. The. Girl?"
All men have their breaking point and a far braver man than this young lawbreaker would have broken in the face of this rage.
"Second floor. The manager's office. But there's too many of us. You can't."
"I can."
Casey threw the hardest punch he'd ever thrown and then clambered to his feet. The work wasn't finished.
Blinking rapidly to get the blood out of his eye Casey looked around and saw that there were no foes left. Slowly, painfully he made his way over to the door of the center room and turned the handle. He pushed but the old door wouldn't open he pushed again and still nothing. With a surge of frustration, he jammed his shoulder against the door and ignoring the sudden burst of pain pushed as hard as he could. The door fell open and Casey almost followed suit.
"Gabrielle." Casey called out. "Gabrielle."
A small head poked out of a ball in the middle of the room and promptly began to scream.
"Hey, hey it's okay." The words rushed out of Casey as he took off the mask to reassure her (at the full sight of his bloody and battered features she screamed harder). "I know this must have all been real scary for ya but I'm here to help. I promise. Yer grandma's a friend of mine, I'm just here to take you home that's all."
"You, you know my grandma?" The little girl hiccupped as she slowly stood up and stepped into the light. Casey felt his heart break and suddenly wished he'd hit those Purple Dragon pussbuckets harder. She looked so small.
"Yeah Gabby, my names Casey Jones. Maybe she mentioned me."
"The, the fixer man?"
"Yeah, the fixer man." Casey let out a little laugh before poorly trying to hide a wince at the flash of pain that went through his whole body. "And right now you're the problem I'm fixing so how's about we get you home. That sound good?"
The little girl took a second to think about it before rushing over and taking his hand.
"Sounds good."
"Atta girl." Casey ruffled her hair. "You're bein real brave Gabby. Keep it up, it's almost over."
As the two slowly made out of the warehouse Gabrielle mustered her courage one last time.
"It's Gabrielle. Not Gabby."
"Sorry, it's just I knew a Gabby once and you uh you reminded me of her." Casey replied as they stepped out into the street. "Both of you are tough."
Gabrielle paused for a moment but when it became clear that Casey had no more left to say the odd duo began the slow trek home,
"Raph? Is that you?" Casey asked in a distant voice.
"Is that me he asks?" Raphael groused as his features slowly came into focus. "Is that me he asks? Who the hell else would it be?"
"What, what're you doing here?"
Raphael looked down and his cheeks shifted hue to a darker shade of green.
"Ya sounded off when I called so I came by to check on you. I thought you said it'd keep man." Raphael flung his hands in the air and vegan stalking around his apartment. "You were out of it man, I been hollerin at you for twenty minutes and you were out of it. You said it'd keep."
"I said I'd keep. She couldn't."
"Oh she, of course it's a she." Raphael snarked. "Does April know about this?"
"It's not like that man. She's five." Casey gritted out. "Her Grandma's a friend o' mine I do some repair work on her place. Purple dragons took her, wanted the property. I couldn't do nothin'."
A heavy silence fell between the two of them before with a scoff Raphael turned and stalked towards the kitchen.
"Course ya couldn't, course ya couldn't." Raph snarled out. "First aid kit still in the pantry?"
"Yup."
"Don't suppose it occurred to you to wait for us or maybe call up some other back up. You know Gecko would be all in on saving a kid."
"Couldn't make her wait." Casey said faintly. "Besides asked me. Got her home safe and sound I did. Did pretty good without youse guys."
Casey's voice trailed off.
"Yeah Case." Rapahel swallowed back something that was lodged in his throat. "You did good."
There was no reply.
"Casey. CASEY!!!"
So my take on the death of one of my most beloved characters. Not sure how much anyone else would like this but it was fun for me. My actual stories should be resuming by the end of the week. I am so sorry for disappearing.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQVTBkKXfo4
In a dingy apartment a tired man fell into a well-worn easy chair and let out a long content sigh. It had been a long day and he just wanted to get a few blasted hours of shut eye before he had to go back to work again. As his eyes were beginning to drift closed a knock at the door came, the man closed his eyes tighter and turned away from the knock. The knocks grew more insistent and a voice came through.
"Casey, Casey Jones. Please I need to talk to you." An elderly woman's voice pleaded. "I don't know who else to go to."
Letting out a sigh the tired man clambered to his feet, wincing as the aches and pains that had just gotten more and more prevalent over the years made their complaints known and made his way to the door. As he opened the door and took in the sight of his neighbour Casey Jones put on his best smile and laid on the charm.
"Look Mrs. Mullins whatever it is I'm happy to help but if you need any repairs done you do know you can just call right?" As he finished the start of his spiel Casey noted the bloodshot eyes of his neighbour and what looked to be tears welling up in the corner of her eyes just waiting to burst and his voice went soft. "Hey, no need to be upset whatever it is I'm sure I can handle it. Did the shower go off again or are the locks giving you trouble?"
"No, no nothing like that." The now named Mrs. Mullins shook her head. "It's my granddaughter she's in trouble and I, I just don't know what to do. It's those Purple Dragon hooligans, they've been trying to get me out of my home and when I refused they, they."
The tears finally came and the old woman put her face in her hands as she wept. Slowly Casey put his arms around her and pulled her into a loose hug.
"Hey, hey it'll be alright. Promise." He soothed as he pulled away so he could look her in the eye. "Now why are you talkin ta me? Are the cops giving ya hassle or."
"I can't go to the police." The words rushed out of her mouth in a panic. "They said, they said if they saw any police they'd, they'd hurt my Gabrielle. But I've heard how you… help people." Her eyes fell on a golf bag filled with miscellaneous sports equipment. Most prominently a hockey stick and a mask. "I just didn't know what else to do. They said they have her at the warehouse on Eastman and Laird. They said if I don't bring the deed to my house and twenty thousand dollars there by tonight."
She trailed off and looked down at her feet.
"I don't have that kind of money Mr. Jones."
Casey gave her a confident grin and for some reason she found it comforting.
"Don't worry yourself none. I'm gonna call up some friends of mine and we're going to have Gabrielle back home with you safe and sound. I promise."
"Thank you, thank you."
"No problem, no problem." Casey replied as he guided her to the door. "You just head on home and I'll handle this."
After a moments hesitation Mrs. Mullins nodded, turned to head on her way and then rushed back to give Casey one more quick hug.
"Thank you dear."
TMNT
"Come on, come on pick up." Casey grumbled to himself as he paced back and forth. "Answer the phone ya freakin."
"Whattya want?" A gruff voice drawled on the other end.
"Raph, good to hear ya buddy." Casey cheered. "I got some Purple Dragon lowlifes that needs ta be taught a lesson tonight. You want in?"
"Sorry Case, there's been some weird stuff going down on the south side, looks like it might be the Foot. Master Splinter wants us to look into it. Can it keep?"
Casey had ended up by his golf bag and picked up his hockey mask. He contemplated it for a moment before he answered.
"Yeah it'll keep." Casey lightly tossed the mask up and down. "Good hunting Raph."
"I'll drop by your place tomorrow. Sound good?"
"Sounds good. Like I said it'll keep." Without waiting for a reply Casey hung up the call. "But she can't. Looks like tonight Casey Jones is flying solo!"
TMNT
The two story warehouse on Eastman and Laird had been abandoned for so long that no one really remembered what legitimate businesses, if any it had once been connected to. Instead, it had become the back drop for any number of illicit activities. From drug dealing to weapons sales to illegal fight clubs any and all manner of nefarious act had been perpetrated in this place and this was not the first time Casey Jones had found cause to make an appearance.
Were his friends with him they would stress the need for caution. Donatello would have pulled up the files from the city planning office and Leonardo would have crafted a plan that much as it might have made him and Raphael grumble, they would have followed. It would have been tight, controlled and most of all quiet…. Left to his own devices however Casey Jones had never been much good at quiet. Unseen to anyone who might have been around him a feral grin came to his lips, hidden beneath the skull shaped hockey mask he wore.
"Alright lawbreakers." His voice was a growl. "It's showtime."
As he removed his favourite hockey stick from the golf bag the masked vigilante kicked open the door and went to work.
As soon as he was through the door Casey lashed out with his stick and with a meaty thwack made harsh contact with the skull of one of two the gang members who had been watching the door. Without missing a beat, he grabbed onto the shit of the falling criminal and shoved him towards his nearest compatriot. The concussed gang member fell to the ground but he'd served his purpose and caused the other to stumble backwards in shook.
Letting out a feral scream Casey charged after the second gang member and lashed out with his stick to sweep the legs out from under him. As the lawbreaker lost his footing Casey followed up with an over head swing that caught his foe in the ribs and sent him crashing hard to the floor. Moving quickly Casey reversed his grip and slammed the butt end into his skull. Less than a minute and two gang members were down. Not bad, but there was still work to be done.
Casting his eyes around quickly Casey saw that the other members were starting t o come out to see what was going on. Four were coming out of the other room at the other end of the hall and there were at least two more on the second floor that he could see.
Take it one step at a time. He imagined Leonardo saying.
There's only one way down from the second floor take out the scumbags in front of us and the rest will come runnin' the Raphael in his mind finished the thought.
Taking a moment to nod to himself the masked man put the hastily cobbled together plan together and began charging across the floor. A few hastily fired bullets came near him (Serpentine, Serpentine Michelangelo called out) but luckily none hit him and soon there were too many bodies around to safely fire.
"I just want the girl." Casey growled as he broke the ribs of a gang banger that had tried to catch him with a crowbar. "You can save yourself some hurtin and just hand her over."
"Nothin doin you masked freak." A heavily tattooed member gritted out as he swung a knife at Casey. "You been messing in Purple Dragons business too long. Time to bleed."
As if to add a dramatic punctuation to this declaration Casey was just a hair too slow in getting out of the way of a strike and let out a harsh breath as he felt the knife enter his side.
"Wrong answer."
Before the thug could capitalize, he saw a rapidly approaching hockey mask and then felt nothing but pain as Casey pulled him in hard and fast for a head butt. The gang member fell to the floor and shortly after there was a clatter as the knife that he still held in his hands followed suit. Were it not for the sounds of combat and chaos all around you might also have been just able to make out the faint plop of blood hitting the ground. Unfortunately, that was drowned out by the sound of a rage filled scream.
Turning Casey saw a large crowbar swinging for his head moving quickly he raised his weapon to block the oncoming blow. For seconds that seemed like hours Casey and the large man wielding the crowbar struggled against each other.
Crack!!!!
As his stick splintered in two Casey fell back half a step to avoid the rapidly falling crowbar. There was loud clang as it collided with the floor and Casey could see the large arms of his foe shaking with the force of the impact. As he circled to get behind his opponent Casey threw one half of the shattered hockey stick as hard as could towards a dragon about fifteen way and felt a grim satisfaction at the cry of pain he heard shortly after. As he let the other half fall to the floor he spared half a moment to think thanks for the move Don.
With the good old hockey stick now out of commission he swiftly reached back and drew two baseball bats from the golf bag. He lashed out with a double strike to the back that caused his enemy to stumble but not fall.
"That hurt!!" The behemoth screamed as he swung the crowbar with all his might and caught Casey in the ribs.
Casey held back a gasp of pain but couldn't suppress a wince as his mouth filled with the taste of blood. Being an old friend of pain however he didn't let that stop him and with all his strength swung his bat at his enemy's head, he didn't go down. He saw the crowbar approaching for another hit and managed to pivot out of the way before taking another swing at the head. The bat collided with a satisfying thwack but still the mighty oak that was his obstacle remained standing.
When traditional tactics fail, try the untraditional. The voice of Master Splinter sounded off in his head and so Casey lashed out with the hardest kick he could muster right to the groin of his foe. With a really rather pathetic whimper the big hunk of meat hunched over and as he lowered his head Casey's bat rose to meet it and finally, thankfully the gang member stopped moving.
"Fuck." Casey huffed out before a sudden pain in his back drove him to his knees and caused him to drop his bats.
Lifting his eyes he saw the sneering visage of a gang member wielding a lead pipe. Before he could react, the gang member lashed out with the pipe again and caught him across the face sending him sprawling. As he clambered back to his knees a vicious kick caught him in the ribs and caused him to fall to the ground.
"Casey Jones." Another kick to the ribs. "The big bad vigilante." The pipe hit his back again. "Hun's personal nightmare." A kick once more. "You ain't so bad." The pipe swung down and hit his back and Casey barely managed to hold back a scream. "Yer done masked man." The time the pipe hit his mask and the entire warehouse could hear the crack as it broke.
"Did I?" Casey broke into a coughing fit and once again his mouth filled with the taste of blood. "I save the girl?" The tips of his finger made contact with his bat and he turned his bloody face to glare at the world around him.
"Did you save the girl?" The gang member laughed. "Did you save the girl? No you idiot You can't even-"
"Then I ain't done."
A thrown baseball bat collided with the face of the young gangster and before he could recover two hundred and ten pounds of masked man tackled him and brought him to the floor. Casey punched him once, twice, three times and the grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close. The hockey mask had broken in two and the left side of Casey Jones's face was visible. He was covered in blood but there was no pain on his features. Just rage.
"The girl." He snarled. "Where. Is. The. Girl?"
All men have their breaking point and a far braver man than this young lawbreaker would have broken in the face of this rage.
"Second floor. The manager's office. But there's too many of us. You can't."
"I can."
Casey threw the hardest punch he'd ever thrown and then clambered to his feet. The work wasn't finished.
TMNT
Breathing heavily Casey stalked towards the managers officer like a man possessed. He'd had to ditch the baseball bats two or three goons ago and now was down to his golf club and cricket bat but that wouldn't stop him. Just a few more feet, that's all it would take. Distantly he felt a pain in his arm and turned to see a shaking man pointing a gun at him. With an inarticulate roar he used the last bit of adrenaline he had and rushed to the gunman. A quick smack with the club knocked the gun to the floor and a whack with the club sent the man right after it.
Blinking rapidly to get the blood out of his eye Casey looked around and saw that there were no foes left. Slowly, painfully he made his way over to the door of the center room and turned the handle. He pushed but the old door wouldn't open he pushed again and still nothing. With a surge of frustration, he jammed his shoulder against the door and ignoring the sudden burst of pain pushed as hard as he could. The door fell open and Casey almost followed suit.
"Gabrielle." Casey called out. "Gabrielle."
A small head poked out of a ball in the middle of the room and promptly began to scream.
"Hey, hey it's okay." The words rushed out of Casey as he took off the mask to reassure her (at the full sight of his bloody and battered features she screamed harder). "I know this must have all been real scary for ya but I'm here to help. I promise. Yer grandma's a friend of mine, I'm just here to take you home that's all."
"You, you know my grandma?" The little girl hiccupped as she slowly stood up and stepped into the light. Casey felt his heart break and suddenly wished he'd hit those Purple Dragon pussbuckets harder. She looked so small.
"Yeah Gabby, my names Casey Jones. Maybe she mentioned me."
"The, the fixer man?"
"Yeah, the fixer man." Casey let out a little laugh before poorly trying to hide a wince at the flash of pain that went through his whole body. "And right now you're the problem I'm fixing so how's about we get you home. That sound good?"
The little girl took a second to think about it before rushing over and taking his hand.
"Sounds good."
"Atta girl." Casey ruffled her hair. "You're bein real brave Gabby. Keep it up, it's almost over."
As the two slowly made out of the warehouse Gabrielle mustered her courage one last time.
"It's Gabrielle. Not Gabby."
"Sorry, it's just I knew a Gabby once and you uh you reminded me of her." Casey replied as they stepped out into the street. "Both of you are tough."
Gabrielle paused for a moment but when it became clear that Casey had no more left to say the odd duo began the slow trek home,
TMNT
"Casey, Casey." A worried voice insisted as rough hands began shaking him. Slowly Casey blinked himself awake and waited for the world to come into focus.
"Raph? Is that you?" Casey asked in a distant voice.
"Is that me he asks?" Raphael groused as his features slowly came into focus. "Is that me he asks? Who the hell else would it be?"
"What, what're you doing here?"
Raphael looked down and his cheeks shifted hue to a darker shade of green.
"Ya sounded off when I called so I came by to check on you. I thought you said it'd keep man." Raphael flung his hands in the air and vegan stalking around his apartment. "You were out of it man, I been hollerin at you for twenty minutes and you were out of it. You said it'd keep."
"I said I'd keep. She couldn't."
"Oh she, of course it's a she." Raphael snarked. "Does April know about this?"
"It's not like that man. She's five." Casey gritted out. "Her Grandma's a friend o' mine I do some repair work on her place. Purple dragons took her, wanted the property. I couldn't do nothin'."
A heavy silence fell between the two of them before with a scoff Raphael turned and stalked towards the kitchen.
"Course ya couldn't, course ya couldn't." Raph snarled out. "First aid kit still in the pantry?"
"Yup."
"Don't suppose it occurred to you to wait for us or maybe call up some other back up. You know Gecko would be all in on saving a kid."
"Couldn't make her wait." Casey said faintly. "Besides asked me. Got her home safe and sound I did. Did pretty good without youse guys."
Casey's voice trailed off.
"Yeah Case." Rapahel swallowed back something that was lodged in his throat. "You did good."
There was no reply.
"Casey. CASEY!!!"
So my take on the death of one of my most beloved characters. Not sure how much anyone else would like this but it was fun for me. My actual stories should be resuming by the end of the week. I am so sorry for disappearing.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQVTBkKXfo4
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