I look out the window of the cargo plane as it lands in New York. I can't wait to be home. I said goodbye to the Shapers this morning before jumping on the plane.
I’ve lost my hope of being free. It’s my fault. I told the Shapers to save me, but as they said they are not god. I go down into tears, they have broken me.
Terror grabs my arm, "Now it's time to go to hell."
I hold my blades over Shredder, feeling as if I could bring them right down into him. But in my mind, I know I don't want to do this. I want to fight back the urges of the blades. But I loose, bringing my blades down hard at Shredder.
I lay in bed, my body full of pain. I can't stand it, but I don't let myself cry out. To let them hear my cry would telling them that I’m breaking, letting them win.
I wake up with a bigger fear of what's going to happen. It was another nightmare, it had to be. I stand up. It was like the dream from earlier, when getting ready to go meet Killer. Nothing could be worse than that dream. The worse part is that it feels so real. So real that I can still hear the devil talking to me. I grab my swords and put them on my belt, then walk to the lunchroom.
A few months passed before I was fully on my feet again. I know what I have to do, but there is a problem. These blades that are my arm are terrible. They rip and tear at me. I get upset with every little thing that goes wrong.
I sit looking down, feeling the pain of losing my brothers and wondering if it’s going to be this way from now on. Am I going to be trapped here to never see my brothers again besides fighting them. Shredder comes into my room and looks at me.
The pain from the blades were something that I didn't know about and I wasn't going to take time to think about it right now. I have to save these people from the Ws, even though at this time I am a W.