Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine. Still.

~TMNT~

Over and over again he rubbed the cloth over the sword. No matter how many swipes back and forth the blood wouldn't disappear. Back and forth, back and forth. Brown eyes stared back at him from the reflection of the sword, but all he saw was red.

Their screams sounded in his mind, ringing in his ears. He rubbed the cloth over the sword again, rubbed to the rhythm of the screams. Back and forth, back and forth.

Eyes wide with fear and terror and mouths agape in horror with hands held up in front of faces, uselessly trying to protect themselves; their last moments played before his eyes over and over again, in between flashes of red. Blood red. Back and forth, back and forth.

The sword would never be clean and therefore he could never stop. The screaming mingled with the images of their last moments, playing in between flashes of red. He struck up a merry whistling tune and tried to drown out the past. The whistling sounded to the rhythm of the screams and he closed his eyes, but the images still played before them in between flashes of red.

Back and forth, back and forth.

~TMNT~

I actually wrote this for a writing competition elsewhere, but I had Leo in mind the whole time.