A Dark History
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S through Z › TMNT - Movies
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
19
Views:
9,029
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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.
Rebirth of Soul
Michaelangelo, the next day went to a familiar manhole alone. He saw the young girl emerge from her house with friends in tow, and Michaelangelo tried to guess what made her look so bold. Was it the tiny braids of blonde hair that fearlessly hung around her shoulders or the commanding expression as she led her friends along.
Melissa skipped over to the manhole, and stared down between the bars which made it seem so much like a prison.
"I can see you" Melissa murmured as she saw Michaelangelo for the first time. At first she was taken aback, and then she smiled.
"I thought you might be different looking" She said, as if that reason was logic enough. Perhaps it was. "You're not bad looking though. I thought you would be all yucky and slimy"
Michaelangelo smiled, but Melissa suddenly looked away, saddened.
"What's wrong?" Michaelangelo asked, alarmed.
"I know why you've done this. You're saying goodbye, aren't you? Like my father did when I was four years old - he went away from us." Melissa began to sob.
"Not at all. You're the only human being who's ever given me a chance to be a real friend. I'll be back to see you, so don't think I'm going away for good. I've grown up since we last met, Shadow. I've become a lot motrontronger than I was. I know a friendship is too valuable too lose by saying goodbye. I'll be back." Michaelangelo reached his hand through the cover and Melissa grasped it to her heart.
"I love green" She said suddenly. Michaelangelo blushed, and removed his hand from Melissa's grasp.
"I do too" He said , suddenly overwhelmed with her innocence and sweet accepting nature. As he drifted back into the shadows of the sewer, Melissa called after him with grace as easy as only a child's can be and adult wisdom that even elders cannot even sometimes grasp.
"Mikey, have you ever given them a chance?"
Michaelangelo stopped, and moved back to her. Her face lit up.
"What do you mean, Shadow?"
"Have you ever been out among people? They're not that bad, you know." Melissa smiled, she had tears in her eyes.
"I'm sure you're right, Shadow. But, one wise person I have known said something to me that I will never forget: Even our allies would not understand, you must strike hard and fade away without a trace" Michaelangelo grinned as he caught sight of Melissa's puzzled expression. "For a Ninja, Shadow its all we understand!"
"It means defend people with Honour. But never allow yourself to be seen, because they simply wouldn't be able to comprehend" Michaelangelo explained.
"But you've shown yourself to me?" Melissa said.
"You're different" Michaelangelo said, and disappeared from the storm drain, away from her probing and wondered eyes, back to the depths of the sewers which he knew his home would always be. Yet, something charmed him about people like Melissa. There was something very indiscriminate about the way she was. Children are always indiscriminate. Their hearts open to the unknown like flowers in the day.
Yet, he also knew, with sadness that he couldn't trust anyone else. Splinters words kept forming in his mind, They could never understand. But Melissa did! She didn't reject him. She was special, a girl with an ability to see people's interiors rather than their exteriors, something lots of people never really accomplish.
As he wandered slowly home to his brothers he felt himself aged, as if this experience had taught him to be a matured person. He would never know what its like to be a youth again. Not after this horror.
Perhaps he had one more obligation. That he defend with honour his brothers and mentor, the ones he loved most and the innocents of the world who had slept during the Foot encounter with no idea what was happening. That was for the best after all.
His obligation, his final obligation was to make everything he could out of this life and if possible teach others to do the same. For Michaelangelo, his two remaining brothers and mentor, their life would always be an outcasts existence. But, deep inside, each of the brothers knew how much they meant to the world.
That would always mean far more to them than any recognition.
The End
1999, Georgina Price
Melissa skipped over to the manhole, and stared down between the bars which made it seem so much like a prison.
"I can see you" Melissa murmured as she saw Michaelangelo for the first time. At first she was taken aback, and then she smiled.
"I thought you might be different looking" She said, as if that reason was logic enough. Perhaps it was. "You're not bad looking though. I thought you would be all yucky and slimy"
Michaelangelo smiled, but Melissa suddenly looked away, saddened.
"What's wrong?" Michaelangelo asked, alarmed.
"I know why you've done this. You're saying goodbye, aren't you? Like my father did when I was four years old - he went away from us." Melissa began to sob.
"Not at all. You're the only human being who's ever given me a chance to be a real friend. I'll be back to see you, so don't think I'm going away for good. I've grown up since we last met, Shadow. I've become a lot motrontronger than I was. I know a friendship is too valuable too lose by saying goodbye. I'll be back." Michaelangelo reached his hand through the cover and Melissa grasped it to her heart.
"I love green" She said suddenly. Michaelangelo blushed, and removed his hand from Melissa's grasp.
"I do too" He said , suddenly overwhelmed with her innocence and sweet accepting nature. As he drifted back into the shadows of the sewer, Melissa called after him with grace as easy as only a child's can be and adult wisdom that even elders cannot even sometimes grasp.
"Mikey, have you ever given them a chance?"
Michaelangelo stopped, and moved back to her. Her face lit up.
"What do you mean, Shadow?"
"Have you ever been out among people? They're not that bad, you know." Melissa smiled, she had tears in her eyes.
"I'm sure you're right, Shadow. But, one wise person I have known said something to me that I will never forget: Even our allies would not understand, you must strike hard and fade away without a trace" Michaelangelo grinned as he caught sight of Melissa's puzzled expression. "For a Ninja, Shadow its all we understand!"
"It means defend people with Honour. But never allow yourself to be seen, because they simply wouldn't be able to comprehend" Michaelangelo explained.
"But you've shown yourself to me?" Melissa said.
"You're different" Michaelangelo said, and disappeared from the storm drain, away from her probing and wondered eyes, back to the depths of the sewers which he knew his home would always be. Yet, something charmed him about people like Melissa. There was something very indiscriminate about the way she was. Children are always indiscriminate. Their hearts open to the unknown like flowers in the day.
Yet, he also knew, with sadness that he couldn't trust anyone else. Splinters words kept forming in his mind, They could never understand. But Melissa did! She didn't reject him. She was special, a girl with an ability to see people's interiors rather than their exteriors, something lots of people never really accomplish.
As he wandered slowly home to his brothers he felt himself aged, as if this experience had taught him to be a matured person. He would never know what its like to be a youth again. Not after this horror.
Perhaps he had one more obligation. That he defend with honour his brothers and mentor, the ones he loved most and the innocents of the world who had slept during the Foot encounter with no idea what was happening. That was for the best after all.
His obligation, his final obligation was to make everything he could out of this life and if possible teach others to do the same. For Michaelangelo, his two remaining brothers and mentor, their life would always be an outcasts existence. But, deep inside, each of the brothers knew how much they meant to the world.
That would always mean far more to them than any recognition.
The End
1999, Georgina Price