I enjoyed being a reaper. Oh how I enjoyed it. And I had also become a good friend to Jonathon. We had been doing everything together since that day I left; we laughed together, we talked together, we even got our ears pierced being in the same room. But tonight, I was doing my first kill by myself.

He had told me that since I was a dark reaper, my scythe was acually an ammulet, that I could turn into a scythe. Very handy when you thought about it. But it did more than that. Lots more.

I was too kill a girl named Irma tonight, and I hoped that I would do it right. I had cornered her in an ally; I had her in the palm of my hand.

"So, Irma is it? We can either do this the easy way, or the hard way. Which do you choose?"

"Uh... the easy way?"

"Wrong answer." I turned my ammulet into my scythe and charged. She didn't move at all, she just stood there. I took my chance and slashed her throat, then her stomach. Blood flowed out of her mouth as she fell to the ground. Just to make sure she was dead, I slashed her forehead. If she wasn't dead she would be dead soon.

Jonathan appeared, scaring the crap out of me, and walked toward me.

"Well done Donatello, well done! You're first kill and you did it with zeal. Now I must ask you, how did it feel to kill a human being?"

"It felt... different. But it was fun."

"Yay, you enjoyed it! Most people do their first time. Now we must leave. We don't want the cops catching us do we?" We walked down the street to the apartment we shared, and quickly walked in and shut the door. I fell on the couch, grabbing the new pair of glasses Jonathon got me off the coffee table and picked up the book I was reading. I took my hair out of my ponytail, letting it fall against my shoulders.

"Really? You're reading a book? Come on! You had your first kill tonight! We need to celebrate!"

"With what? I don't drink, unlike you. I don't smoke, unlike you. And I've never really celebrated for anything."

"Oh come on, have a drink. A bottle of beer ain't gonna hurt ya. We're already dead."

"Uh, no. I may be dead, but I am still sixteen. But I'll take a chore if you have any."

I woke up the next morning, feeling slightly dizzy from the night before, but refreshed. I took a look at Jonathon, who was still conked out on the couch, then realizing I was on the floor, chuckled just a bit. Man, last night was fun. Jonathon woke up groaning, and seeing me on the floor started looking a bit guilty.

"Don't worry, bro. I can sleep on anything."

"So did you enjoy last night?"

"Yeah. I've never had that much fun. I'm a bit dizzy though."

"Me too. Hmm, you wanna watch tv? I'm sure the news is on."

"Sure, why not." I groaned a bit as I stood up to sit on the couch, but I couldn't sit down because Jonathon was still laying down.

"Hey, move your butt. I can't sit down with you taking up the entire couch." He sat up and moved over, then grabbed the remote and turned on the tv.

"Last night, an innocent sixteen year old girl was murdered at around one o'clock am. No one knows who did the crime, but a boy that sounded around sixteen found her in an alley way by Central Park. He said he was walking home from a friends house when he saw the girl."

"Wow. Your first kill and you didn't get caught. Impressive for a first timer."

"I'm surprised I pulled it off myself."

"I bet you are dude. I bet you are."

I sighed and looked at Jonathon. "My brothers are probably looking for me. I don't know what I'm going to say to them when they finally run into me."

"Dude, relax. They're not going to cross paths with you anytime soon." Awkward silence filed the room before Jonathon spoke again. "Come on. Let's get out of this apartment. I'm bored."

"I guess we can go do something. What do ya want to do?"

"Um... I don't know. Oh, let's go to the new arcade in town! They have the best games in New York!"

"Sure, why not." We walked down to the arcade, but I noticed that I didn't put my hair up before we left. Eh, I'll deal with it. It's feels nice to have it down for once.

We were barely at the parking lot, when we noticed that somebody had robbed the arcade. I didn't really care, but then I noticed my brothers fighting them. They had their weapons out, but because of the trench coats they had on, nothing gave them away. They looked in me and Jonathon's direction, and I turned away quickly, avoiding their gazes.

"Those your brothers?"

I nodded lightly, turning to see Jonathon's face.

"Well they're very good fighters. If they can fight like that, I'd like to see you do that. It's very impressive."

"Oh, I've never been as good as my brothers. They were big butt-heads anyway. But mostly Raph. He was a big hot head." I noticed my brothers had won, and they started to walk our direction. "Come on, let's leave. I don't want them to know why I ran off. Or why I'm human."

Jonathon and I walked away quickly, me constantly looking back at my brothers with a scowl on my face. They kept walking our direction, and I kept my head down, fingering my ammulet nervously. My ammulet glowed a bright orange, showing I was getting anxious, and I noticed Jonathon's was a bright orange too. I guess he didn't want to be caught either. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my pants and started to walk faster, and luckily my brothers stopped following me and Jonathon. They had turned into an alley way.

"Good. Wet lost them."

"I don't see why you don't want your brothers to know. Being a dark reaper can be a good thing! Sure, some people don't respect us, but maybe your brothers will."

"Hah! I seriously doubt it." Some silence passed before I decided to speak up. "Come on, let's go home."

When we got home, I plopped down on the couch and picked up a book. I honestly wanted to go to bed, which surprised me, considering I hadn't been tired since I left my brothers, but I didn't want to show weakness to Jonathon. He was the only friend I had now that I was dark reaper, and I didn't want to lose him.

"Hey Donnie?" Jonathon asked, knocking me out of oblivion.

"Wha? Oh, what's up man?" I asked before yawning. Jonathon looked at me surprised, then continued.

"Well, um, are you alright? You look like, I don't know, just... tired."

"I'm alright. That's all I am - tired. I'll be fine."

"Alright..." He said, looking at me concerned. "Maybe you should go to bed."

"Okay. Maybe I will. But as I said; I'm fine."

"Whatever you say."