A Dark History
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S through Z › TMNT - Movies
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
19
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9,022
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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 Sai Daggers
Leonardo looked at the form below him, it was Michaelangelo, sprawled on his belly only the shell visible apart from the bandanna flapping in the wind and his head sideways, his lips parted. Acting without even thinking, Leonardo quickly got a blanket from his pack and put this over the seemingly lifeless figure. Then he turned Michaelangelo gently, so that he was still on the blanket, and examined what had caused the blood trail which had stopped at the lake. Michaelangelo had tried to commit suicide, his wrists slashed upwards and blood clotted against his wounds. There was no visible signs of life and Leonardo automatically began CPR, even though after hours of his attempted suicide there appeared no hope of reviving his younger brother. However, a strangled noise came from Michaelangelo even as Leonardo was about to try and breathe back life into his brother, and Leonardo listened as the others came towards them, stopping in horror when they saw Michaelangelo wounded.
Michaelangelo's heart was beating, but it was dangerously slow and his face was more ashen than Donatello's had ever been. His hands folded around Leonardo's as his eyes opened and he gazed at his brother.
Too full of anguish to do anything except lift Michaelangelo and carry him back, not allowing the others close, Leonardo quickly found his way to the farmhouse where he took Michaelangelo to the bathroom and bathed his wounds by lamp light.
Raphael pushed open the door of the bathroom, and just as Leonardo was about to slam it shut to get rid of him so that he could see to his wounded brother, he noticed a despairing look on Raphael's face, more deeper than any expression he had seen in his life. Rising to his feet, Leonardo approached Raphael who did not conceal the steady flow of tears from his eyes.
Leonardo waited until Raphael spoke, in aked ked whisper:
"I didn't take them with me today ...... I left them here, and thought nothing more of it. Splinter warned me so much of leaving them lying around, and I didn't take any notice" Raphael babbled, his tears increasing with every word. "He warned me that I had a responsibility to safeguard them from misusers, but I left them, I left them here and he took... he took them!"
Suddenly it became all too apparent what Raphael was so upset about. In his hands were his own sai daggers, covered with blood. Not the blood from the Foot encounter, but his own brother. In revulsion, Leonardo backed away and looked at his katana's in the corner of the bathroom.
Always taught by his Master that the katana was the most prized of all weapons, respected and looked after so thoroughly by the ancient samurai, suddenly this seemed so unimportant. His own brother was most probably dying because he had taken Raphael's weapons, and used them against himself. Raphael blamed himself because he had been trained to keep his weapons close to him. In a sudden rage, Leonardo flung his two swords away from him. The swords clattered to the floor, and Raphael watched this in terror.
"Get out!" Leonardo roared at Raphael and slammed the door in his brother's face. Then he took Michaelangelo by the rim of his shell and pulled him up to face him.
"Why did you do it!" Leonardo cried. Michaelangelo sobbed, unable to form words, and for the first time Leonardo realised that his younger brother's despair had proved too much for him. Michaelangelo had believed this was the only way out.
He pulled his brother to his breast and held him there, gently rocking him, sobbing as Michaelangelo was sobbing. Together they sat crying, both at last confronting their fears and finding comfort in one another.
After a while, when the sobbing had stopped, Leonardo dressed Michaelangelo's wound and bathed him so that he was free of blood. Then he tucked his brother into his bed for the rest of the night and did something totally unfamiliar to him. His Master had did this when they were small to say goodnight, and the gesture had been very comforting. He kissed Michaelangelo's forehead and then switched off the light and closed the door.
Leonardo checked Michaelangelo every hour of that night, but it seemed as if he definitely would recover. His wounds have closed, although they were weeping slightly. His face was white still, and he was very weak from lack of blood, yet he seemed to be recovering well.
Raphael had been brooding over the whole affair. Unable to face either Michaelangelo or Leonardo he had been very saddened and had not been able to sleep at all. His weapons he had washed many times, yet he was sure in his despair that his brother's blood haunted the blades like a phantom in the night.
XXX---XXX
Donatello had said very little. Unable to move far, and unable to comfort anyone in his own state, he had merely shut himself off from the affairs of the World by burying his head into a book by Barbara Hambly, his favourite author of the moment and her book Immortal Blood. This he read over and over till he could recite parts of the text and often did to April and his brothers. Not that the book had any significant value to his life or to his brothers lives, yet the subject matter was vampires and outsiders.
April had been numbed by Michaelangelo's attempted suicide. In her despair she suddenly reached a terrible conclusion, and that conclusion was that she felt nothing.
Each of these individual's were crying out to each other in there own hopeless despair, yet was too afraid to comfort the others in case the despair was not reciprocated. Yet, in this solitary state of mind they had truly learned to become independent. The only challenge left for the Turtles now was their battle training which would prove more difficult than they could have ever thought possible.
Michaelangelo's heart was beating, but it was dangerously slow and his face was more ashen than Donatello's had ever been. His hands folded around Leonardo's as his eyes opened and he gazed at his brother.
Too full of anguish to do anything except lift Michaelangelo and carry him back, not allowing the others close, Leonardo quickly found his way to the farmhouse where he took Michaelangelo to the bathroom and bathed his wounds by lamp light.
Raphael pushed open the door of the bathroom, and just as Leonardo was about to slam it shut to get rid of him so that he could see to his wounded brother, he noticed a despairing look on Raphael's face, more deeper than any expression he had seen in his life. Rising to his feet, Leonardo approached Raphael who did not conceal the steady flow of tears from his eyes.
Leonardo waited until Raphael spoke, in aked ked whisper:
"I didn't take them with me today ...... I left them here, and thought nothing more of it. Splinter warned me so much of leaving them lying around, and I didn't take any notice" Raphael babbled, his tears increasing with every word. "He warned me that I had a responsibility to safeguard them from misusers, but I left them, I left them here and he took... he took them!"
Suddenly it became all too apparent what Raphael was so upset about. In his hands were his own sai daggers, covered with blood. Not the blood from the Foot encounter, but his own brother. In revulsion, Leonardo backed away and looked at his katana's in the corner of the bathroom.
Always taught by his Master that the katana was the most prized of all weapons, respected and looked after so thoroughly by the ancient samurai, suddenly this seemed so unimportant. His own brother was most probably dying because he had taken Raphael's weapons, and used them against himself. Raphael blamed himself because he had been trained to keep his weapons close to him. In a sudden rage, Leonardo flung his two swords away from him. The swords clattered to the floor, and Raphael watched this in terror.
"Get out!" Leonardo roared at Raphael and slammed the door in his brother's face. Then he took Michaelangelo by the rim of his shell and pulled him up to face him.
"Why did you do it!" Leonardo cried. Michaelangelo sobbed, unable to form words, and for the first time Leonardo realised that his younger brother's despair had proved too much for him. Michaelangelo had believed this was the only way out.
He pulled his brother to his breast and held him there, gently rocking him, sobbing as Michaelangelo was sobbing. Together they sat crying, both at last confronting their fears and finding comfort in one another.
After a while, when the sobbing had stopped, Leonardo dressed Michaelangelo's wound and bathed him so that he was free of blood. Then he tucked his brother into his bed for the rest of the night and did something totally unfamiliar to him. His Master had did this when they were small to say goodnight, and the gesture had been very comforting. He kissed Michaelangelo's forehead and then switched off the light and closed the door.
Leonardo checked Michaelangelo every hour of that night, but it seemed as if he definitely would recover. His wounds have closed, although they were weeping slightly. His face was white still, and he was very weak from lack of blood, yet he seemed to be recovering well.
Raphael had been brooding over the whole affair. Unable to face either Michaelangelo or Leonardo he had been very saddened and had not been able to sleep at all. His weapons he had washed many times, yet he was sure in his despair that his brother's blood haunted the blades like a phantom in the night.
XXX---XXX
Donatello had said very little. Unable to move far, and unable to comfort anyone in his own state, he had merely shut himself off from the affairs of the World by burying his head into a book by Barbara Hambly, his favourite author of the moment and her book Immortal Blood. This he read over and over till he could recite parts of the text and often did to April and his brothers. Not that the book had any significant value to his life or to his brothers lives, yet the subject matter was vampires and outsiders.
April had been numbed by Michaelangelo's attempted suicide. In her despair she suddenly reached a terrible conclusion, and that conclusion was that she felt nothing.
Each of these individual's were crying out to each other in there own hopeless despair, yet was too afraid to comfort the others in case the despair was not reciprocated. Yet, in this solitary state of mind they had truly learned to become independent. The only challenge left for the Turtles now was their battle training which would prove more difficult than they could have ever thought possible.