A Dark History
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S through Z › TMNT - Movies
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
19
Views:
9,016
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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 Retreat
The three turtles, carrying their brother Donatello carefully made a quick retreat across town till they came to April's apartment building.
Michaelangelo had recovered from his asthma attack and was under careful observation by Leonardo. Donatello had passed out once more, due to the intense pain.
When they arrived at April's home, she stood at the door amazed as they brought in their injured brother. He had woken once more and was softly gasping as the pain came in spasms.
Leonardo turned Donatello over gently, so that he was on his front, then began to examine the damage of the broken shell.
Michaelangelo began to tell April what had happened, using quick, brief yet descriptive speech as Master Splinter had taught them all to use during similar circumstances.
Raphael guarded the door.
XXX---XXX
For two days and nights they remained the same, Raphael keeping a silent watch and Leonardo trying to ease the pain of Donatello's broken shell. Michaelangelo took to roaming the streets at night and the sewers by day. He always went by himself, and didn't want to ase ote others' for company. After he'd failed so badly on the night of the Foot attack he didn't want to be near his brothers who reminded him of Splinter and their home.
Often he sped with silence through the sewer tunnels on a skateboard and it was on the second day of their failure in battle that he stopped his skateboard abruptly when he reached a certain manhole cover. He climbed up so that he could see the world outside, see the sun burning on the roofs of the flats and sparse trees. This was not the first time he had stopped at this particular manhole cover and recognition showed clearly upon his face as he looked out of the drain and into the world above. He could see the children playing in this sunlight, unafraid. He had always marvelled at the courage of children, they feared nothing. They were only filled with wonder and questions at the world that surrounded them. Fear had not begun to blossom its evil head into their innocent minds.
A young girl skipped over the road to the manhole cover and stopped as she saw something move beneath the drain. She froze, but there was no fear, only curiosity.
Michaelangelo relaxed when he saw her face soften, and he called to her gently.
"Melissa. You shouldn't come here now. Your mother has forbidden you to do this, thinking you're talking to the sewers She thinks you've gone mad"
The child gave a pretty laugh, full of energy and delighthe she sat beside the manhole and slipped her warm hand into the drain. Michaelangelo caught it, and held it.
"My mother wouldn't understand. I love you, Mikey. But why haven't I ever seen you?" Melissa said.
Michaelangelo turned away his head, more moved than he could express in words. He held Melissa's hand. The child with no fear, only a child's love. A love she felt for him.
Had anyone ever loved him? This monstrous being that he was? He felt too choked to respond.
"Maybe one day, Melissa. But not now. My appearance would only startle and confuse you. But I have to go now. I'll see you sometime soon, I promise." Michaelangelo let go of the lithandhand held in his and walked away back down into the murky depths of the sewer.
No one had ever touched such a deep emotion with Michaelangelo before. He called Melissa by the name of Shadow. When his brothers and he talked seriously about their futures he always had said if he were to have a child, he'd call it Shadow regardless of its sex. Yet, he knew how unlikely this was, for him to have a child was very unlikely. Yet, Melissa rung from him more love than he cared to admit. He felt almost paternal when that little hand grasped his, regardless of his hand's texture.
Melissa knew he wasn't human. She knew and she didn't care about his mutancy. She cared only about him as an individual. He felt more human with Melissa than deep in the sewers with his brothers.
She could never have handled the truth about him, that he was sure of. And whatever he felt, no matter how great the urge became to reveal himself to her, he would never give in. For it would only pain her to realise how humankind turned on those different than themselves. Also, they had a new problem to contend with first - a foreboding fear of absolute failure.
Michaelangelo had recovered from his asthma attack and was under careful observation by Leonardo. Donatello had passed out once more, due to the intense pain.
When they arrived at April's home, she stood at the door amazed as they brought in their injured brother. He had woken once more and was softly gasping as the pain came in spasms.
Leonardo turned Donatello over gently, so that he was on his front, then began to examine the damage of the broken shell.
Michaelangelo began to tell April what had happened, using quick, brief yet descriptive speech as Master Splinter had taught them all to use during similar circumstances.
Raphael guarded the door.
XXX---XXX
For two days and nights they remained the same, Raphael keeping a silent watch and Leonardo trying to ease the pain of Donatello's broken shell. Michaelangelo took to roaming the streets at night and the sewers by day. He always went by himself, and didn't want to ase ote others' for company. After he'd failed so badly on the night of the Foot attack he didn't want to be near his brothers who reminded him of Splinter and their home.
Often he sped with silence through the sewer tunnels on a skateboard and it was on the second day of their failure in battle that he stopped his skateboard abruptly when he reached a certain manhole cover. He climbed up so that he could see the world outside, see the sun burning on the roofs of the flats and sparse trees. This was not the first time he had stopped at this particular manhole cover and recognition showed clearly upon his face as he looked out of the drain and into the world above. He could see the children playing in this sunlight, unafraid. He had always marvelled at the courage of children, they feared nothing. They were only filled with wonder and questions at the world that surrounded them. Fear had not begun to blossom its evil head into their innocent minds.
A young girl skipped over the road to the manhole cover and stopped as she saw something move beneath the drain. She froze, but there was no fear, only curiosity.
Michaelangelo relaxed when he saw her face soften, and he called to her gently.
"Melissa. You shouldn't come here now. Your mother has forbidden you to do this, thinking you're talking to the sewers She thinks you've gone mad"
The child gave a pretty laugh, full of energy and delighthe she sat beside the manhole and slipped her warm hand into the drain. Michaelangelo caught it, and held it.
"My mother wouldn't understand. I love you, Mikey. But why haven't I ever seen you?" Melissa said.
Michaelangelo turned away his head, more moved than he could express in words. He held Melissa's hand. The child with no fear, only a child's love. A love she felt for him.
Had anyone ever loved him? This monstrous being that he was? He felt too choked to respond.
"Maybe one day, Melissa. But not now. My appearance would only startle and confuse you. But I have to go now. I'll see you sometime soon, I promise." Michaelangelo let go of the lithandhand held in his and walked away back down into the murky depths of the sewer.
No one had ever touched such a deep emotion with Michaelangelo before. He called Melissa by the name of Shadow. When his brothers and he talked seriously about their futures he always had said if he were to have a child, he'd call it Shadow regardless of its sex. Yet, he knew how unlikely this was, for him to have a child was very unlikely. Yet, Melissa rung from him more love than he cared to admit. He felt almost paternal when that little hand grasped his, regardless of his hand's texture.
Melissa knew he wasn't human. She knew and she didn't care about his mutancy. She cared only about him as an individual. He felt more human with Melissa than deep in the sewers with his brothers.
She could never have handled the truth about him, that he was sure of. And whatever he felt, no matter how great the urge became to reveal himself to her, he would never give in. For it would only pain her to realise how humankind turned on those different than themselves. Also, they had a new problem to contend with first - a foreboding fear of absolute failure.