A Dark History
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S through Z › TMNT - Movies
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
19
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9,021
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2
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I do not own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Farmhouse, Part 3
Two weeks after their battle with The Foot Clan, Donatello was feeling much better. The thin layer of hard skin had become a shield around the delicate flesh of his back and had forced the broken shell off completely. He was no longer in pain, but he was uncomfortable, and he could walk again. He would accompany Leonardo on walks often and the two would confide in each other and talk as they never had before.
"Its so peaceful here" Donatello said, sighing as a slight breeze brushed his face. The country side was a mass of yellow flowers blooming almost ferociously, blocking out all the other flowers.
The greenness of the grass surpassed their imaginations and the sky was as blue as the water on the distant lake. The two brothers stopped walking by the lake and sat on the grass, crushing the delicate strands beneath them.
"Yes it is" Leonardo replied, leaning back against the trunk of a large tree, and stretching his arms out in an extravagant yawn.
"There's nothing like this in New York." Donatello continued, marvelling at the landscape before them.
"Of course not. Its countryside, nothing but sky and grass for miles"
Donatello laughed. "Maybe one day we'll live out here, where we can be ourselves. What do you think?"
Leonardo smiled. His brother's gaiety was revitalising his spirit.
"Maybe one day. I reckon you would miss city life too much though." Leonardo smiled, watching his brother, so different from the wrecked being two weeks ago, with shell broken and face ashen. In contrast, a deep attractive blush had covered his cheeks, obviously with the strain of walking so far. Donatello's back had formed a temporary shell to replace the one broken, which was softer and much easier to move in.
"Not me!" Donatello snorted, his face all smiles, and full of delight with knowing his brother was finally himself again.
"We'll see" Leonardo said, and looked away, sighing contentedly when he saw Michaelangelo walk with his back to them along the lake. "Hey, Mikey!" He shouted.
Michaelangelo turned and waved, but his face was full of misery and despair. Both himself and Raphael hadn't yet recovered, and whilst Leonardo and Donatello sought to make the best of their current situation, the other two had fallen into a foreboding silence.
XXX---XXX
Leonardo sighed again, this time a sigh of concern. He rose and helped Donatello to his feet as they moved towards the lake. Michaelangelo had gone by the time they were near the place he had been walking, and both walked away, returning to the farmhouse, both not realising a trail of blood was trickling into the lake from behind one of the large hedges.
Raphael returned later that evening. He had been wandering, selfishly locked within his own private thoughts, and Michaelangelo still hadn't returned.
When midnight came and went Raphael, Donatello, Leonardo and April sat up waiting for him, each concealing from the others their concerns until the silence was broken by Leonardo.
"Let's go out and look for him" Leonardo said. Without protest, the others rose, a deep foreboding feeling making them all feel sick to their stomach's.
"Where can we look for him?" Raphael objected. "We don't know where on earth he was today!"
"Donatello and I saw him at the lake earlier, he may still be there" Leonardo confessed, the feeling of something very wrong was becoming worse and his thoughts springing into action.
They all took along with them torches and walked to the lake, and circled it once without luck, fanning out around the lake creating some distance between themselves. Leonardo had brought along with him some sheets and blankets, fearing Michaelangelo was attempting to 'rough it' in the cold.
No trace, and anxiety was visible as they decided to again circle the lake. Raphael dived into the water and began to check the lake. Although not deep, no sign of Michaelangelo was found.
Leonardo was the first to glimpse a dried trail of blood leading to the water's edge. He called Michaelangelo's name softly and when there was no response he dropped the pack he was carrying and moved behind the hedge.
What he saw there caused a small scream to come from his lips ending in one word loud enough to attract the others attention from all over the lake. April ran towards the sound, and Donatello made his way as fast as he could, just as Raphael made his way, swimming quickly back to shore. The word that emerged from his lips as he knelt beside a figure covered with blood shocked the others with the despair in his tone. That one word was 'Mikey'.
"Its so peaceful here" Donatello said, sighing as a slight breeze brushed his face. The country side was a mass of yellow flowers blooming almost ferociously, blocking out all the other flowers.
The greenness of the grass surpassed their imaginations and the sky was as blue as the water on the distant lake. The two brothers stopped walking by the lake and sat on the grass, crushing the delicate strands beneath them.
"Yes it is" Leonardo replied, leaning back against the trunk of a large tree, and stretching his arms out in an extravagant yawn.
"There's nothing like this in New York." Donatello continued, marvelling at the landscape before them.
"Of course not. Its countryside, nothing but sky and grass for miles"
Donatello laughed. "Maybe one day we'll live out here, where we can be ourselves. What do you think?"
Leonardo smiled. His brother's gaiety was revitalising his spirit.
"Maybe one day. I reckon you would miss city life too much though." Leonardo smiled, watching his brother, so different from the wrecked being two weeks ago, with shell broken and face ashen. In contrast, a deep attractive blush had covered his cheeks, obviously with the strain of walking so far. Donatello's back had formed a temporary shell to replace the one broken, which was softer and much easier to move in.
"Not me!" Donatello snorted, his face all smiles, and full of delight with knowing his brother was finally himself again.
"We'll see" Leonardo said, and looked away, sighing contentedly when he saw Michaelangelo walk with his back to them along the lake. "Hey, Mikey!" He shouted.
Michaelangelo turned and waved, but his face was full of misery and despair. Both himself and Raphael hadn't yet recovered, and whilst Leonardo and Donatello sought to make the best of their current situation, the other two had fallen into a foreboding silence.
XXX---XXX
Leonardo sighed again, this time a sigh of concern. He rose and helped Donatello to his feet as they moved towards the lake. Michaelangelo had gone by the time they were near the place he had been walking, and both walked away, returning to the farmhouse, both not realising a trail of blood was trickling into the lake from behind one of the large hedges.
Raphael returned later that evening. He had been wandering, selfishly locked within his own private thoughts, and Michaelangelo still hadn't returned.
When midnight came and went Raphael, Donatello, Leonardo and April sat up waiting for him, each concealing from the others their concerns until the silence was broken by Leonardo.
"Let's go out and look for him" Leonardo said. Without protest, the others rose, a deep foreboding feeling making them all feel sick to their stomach's.
"Where can we look for him?" Raphael objected. "We don't know where on earth he was today!"
"Donatello and I saw him at the lake earlier, he may still be there" Leonardo confessed, the feeling of something very wrong was becoming worse and his thoughts springing into action.
They all took along with them torches and walked to the lake, and circled it once without luck, fanning out around the lake creating some distance between themselves. Leonardo had brought along with him some sheets and blankets, fearing Michaelangelo was attempting to 'rough it' in the cold.
No trace, and anxiety was visible as they decided to again circle the lake. Raphael dived into the water and began to check the lake. Although not deep, no sign of Michaelangelo was found.
Leonardo was the first to glimpse a dried trail of blood leading to the water's edge. He called Michaelangelo's name softly and when there was no response he dropped the pack he was carrying and moved behind the hedge.
What he saw there caused a small scream to come from his lips ending in one word loud enough to attract the others attention from all over the lake. April ran towards the sound, and Donatello made his way as fast as he could, just as Raphael made his way, swimming quickly back to shore. The word that emerged from his lips as he knelt beside a figure covered with blood shocked the others with the despair in his tone. That one word was 'Mikey'.