A Dark History
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S through Z › TMNT - Movies
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
19
Views:
9,019
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 Farmhouse
The sun rose slowly, greeting the animal inhabitants of the woods and forests with a fiery light. Everything came alive with this warm glow, an energy spreading worldwide. Streams reflected the light like a ripple of gold upon the water's surface, making the eyes of the one that glanced at the river momentarily squint, then close in a deep meditation.
Leonardo sighed, contented with the world for once. It was as if nature welcomed this strange cross-mutation with open arms. If only the human inhabitants of this planet could not do the same. He was propped up against a tree, its leafy branches swaying in the gentle breeze, his legs were crossed and his arms held up as if carrying an object. His mind was of pure peace, the battle forgotten in this state of serenity. Michaelangelo has startled him last evening, when he had, as soon as they had arrived at the house immediately phoned Casey Jones, his only friend, in the dead of night. The chat went on for hours, and when Michaelangelo came off the phone he was almost in tears. Casey had been kind on the telephone when he had heard of the previous battle, but what could be really say that would be of help?
To meditate correctly, one must clear one's thoughts of all previous occurrences and thought, Leonardo reminded himself as his thoughts carelessly wandered to Splinter and his wounded brothers. Yet, the concern could not be put out of his mind easily, so Leonardo rose with one quick, graceful and fluid movement and walked away from the sighing tree to the Farmhouse where April had bought them.
The battle had taken its toll on all of them. As Leonardo entered the decaying abode, he noticed Michaelangelo sprawled across the swing-chair on the porch, snoring heavily, blood seeping through the bandages on his head and arm. Donatello had been placed on the sofa while Raphael had slept on the chair. Leonardo had no intention to wake any of them, so he contented himself with just glancing briefly at their injuries, and then trudging upstairs to the bathroom.
When Leonardo arrived at the bathroom, he looked into April's room quickly, and when he was finally satisfied that all inhabitants were perfectly safe, closed the bathroom door, effectively locking himself away from the rest of the house. Then Leonardo fell to the floor and wept.
XXX---XXX
Michaelangelo woke with a start on the porch chair after a heavy sleep and a bad nightmare. Blood and sweat mixed together to sting his wounds and he winced as he tried to get up. His limbs were tired and his wounds required another bandage. He tiptoed across the room where Raphael and Donatello still slumbered and found his way to the kitchen. Once there, he applied the bandage but he realized his hands were shaking. His vision suddenly blurred, and Michaelangelo realized he was on the brink of crying.
Raphael awoke and immediately went outside the Farmhouse. He stood looking at the country view, anger welling up inside him threatening to unleash itself at any second. His attention was diverted suddenly to something glinting in the sunlight. It was one of Leonardo's Katana blades, the deadly double-edged sword seeming no less deadly with its trained master not wielding it. Raphael picked up the sword, left carelessly on the porch area and held it aloft, then he placed the blade at his breast and held it there, his hands quivering. Finally, it dropped from his grasp, and his hands covered his face as he fell to his knees on the dusty floor.
Donatello, the fourth to wake lay just where he was, his eyes open, his ideals completely broken like his shell. His body shook with the guilt of failing and the pain of his back and his half choked sobs alarmed Michaelangelo who emerged from the kitchen. Michaelangelo looked around the room, but was fairly sure Donatello was still asleep until the restrained gasps became too much for Donatello to bear and his sobs became all too apparent. Michaelangelo sat beside his brother, too full of his personal grief to say a word, and placed an arm on his brothers shoulder.
April awoke from a restless night's sleep and looked around herself fearfully. Her fears were increased when the bathroom door opened, and she sighed with relief when Leonardo emerged looking as pale as death. Leonaranaganaged a restrained smile as he saw April awake, and ventured over to her bed, sitting beside her and brushing her hair from her brow with a gentle gesture that served to calm her. She closed her eyes, and Leonardo sat beside her with the vigilance of a lover.
Raphael collapsed onto the porch, unable to hold back his g any any longer in a fit of sobs. His usually hardened nature and his disregard generally for emotion of any sort left him, and he felt his pain intensely, perhaps more than his brothers altogether. He became a broken teenager, an outcast and a individual facing his own fears, and who has never done so before. He had never before confronted his emotional side, his fears embracing him as an all-consuming force that threatened to destroy him.
XXX---XXX
Leonardo walked down the stairs slowly, his mind more at ease, although his body was worn and bruised. He suffered the least because he needed to be there for those around him and tended to block out his pain on the account of being the oldest, the one his brothers could depend upon. He saw Michaelangelo, his arm on Donatello's shoulder. Then he walked outside and saw the broken figure of Raphael sobbing on the floor, his fingers wound around the handle of the katana.
Overcome with pity and grief, Leonardo picked up his brother from the floor and wound his arms around Raphael's shoulders, closing the distance between them.
Raphael and Leonardo cried unashamedly together.
Leonardo sighed, contented with the world for once. It was as if nature welcomed this strange cross-mutation with open arms. If only the human inhabitants of this planet could not do the same. He was propped up against a tree, its leafy branches swaying in the gentle breeze, his legs were crossed and his arms held up as if carrying an object. His mind was of pure peace, the battle forgotten in this state of serenity. Michaelangelo has startled him last evening, when he had, as soon as they had arrived at the house immediately phoned Casey Jones, his only friend, in the dead of night. The chat went on for hours, and when Michaelangelo came off the phone he was almost in tears. Casey had been kind on the telephone when he had heard of the previous battle, but what could be really say that would be of help?
To meditate correctly, one must clear one's thoughts of all previous occurrences and thought, Leonardo reminded himself as his thoughts carelessly wandered to Splinter and his wounded brothers. Yet, the concern could not be put out of his mind easily, so Leonardo rose with one quick, graceful and fluid movement and walked away from the sighing tree to the Farmhouse where April had bought them.
The battle had taken its toll on all of them. As Leonardo entered the decaying abode, he noticed Michaelangelo sprawled across the swing-chair on the porch, snoring heavily, blood seeping through the bandages on his head and arm. Donatello had been placed on the sofa while Raphael had slept on the chair. Leonardo had no intention to wake any of them, so he contented himself with just glancing briefly at their injuries, and then trudging upstairs to the bathroom.
When Leonardo arrived at the bathroom, he looked into April's room quickly, and when he was finally satisfied that all inhabitants were perfectly safe, closed the bathroom door, effectively locking himself away from the rest of the house. Then Leonardo fell to the floor and wept.
XXX---XXX
Michaelangelo woke with a start on the porch chair after a heavy sleep and a bad nightmare. Blood and sweat mixed together to sting his wounds and he winced as he tried to get up. His limbs were tired and his wounds required another bandage. He tiptoed across the room where Raphael and Donatello still slumbered and found his way to the kitchen. Once there, he applied the bandage but he realized his hands were shaking. His vision suddenly blurred, and Michaelangelo realized he was on the brink of crying.
Raphael awoke and immediately went outside the Farmhouse. He stood looking at the country view, anger welling up inside him threatening to unleash itself at any second. His attention was diverted suddenly to something glinting in the sunlight. It was one of Leonardo's Katana blades, the deadly double-edged sword seeming no less deadly with its trained master not wielding it. Raphael picked up the sword, left carelessly on the porch area and held it aloft, then he placed the blade at his breast and held it there, his hands quivering. Finally, it dropped from his grasp, and his hands covered his face as he fell to his knees on the dusty floor.
Donatello, the fourth to wake lay just where he was, his eyes open, his ideals completely broken like his shell. His body shook with the guilt of failing and the pain of his back and his half choked sobs alarmed Michaelangelo who emerged from the kitchen. Michaelangelo looked around the room, but was fairly sure Donatello was still asleep until the restrained gasps became too much for Donatello to bear and his sobs became all too apparent. Michaelangelo sat beside his brother, too full of his personal grief to say a word, and placed an arm on his brothers shoulder.
April awoke from a restless night's sleep and looked around herself fearfully. Her fears were increased when the bathroom door opened, and she sighed with relief when Leonardo emerged looking as pale as death. Leonaranaganaged a restrained smile as he saw April awake, and ventured over to her bed, sitting beside her and brushing her hair from her brow with a gentle gesture that served to calm her. She closed her eyes, and Leonardo sat beside her with the vigilance of a lover.
Raphael collapsed onto the porch, unable to hold back his g any any longer in a fit of sobs. His usually hardened nature and his disregard generally for emotion of any sort left him, and he felt his pain intensely, perhaps more than his brothers altogether. He became a broken teenager, an outcast and a individual facing his own fears, and who has never done so before. He had never before confronted his emotional side, his fears embracing him as an all-consuming force that threatened to destroy him.
XXX---XXX
Leonardo walked down the stairs slowly, his mind more at ease, although his body was worn and bruised. He suffered the least because he needed to be there for those around him and tended to block out his pain on the account of being the oldest, the one his brothers could depend upon. He saw Michaelangelo, his arm on Donatello's shoulder. Then he walked outside and saw the broken figure of Raphael sobbing on the floor, his fingers wound around the handle of the katana.
Overcome with pity and grief, Leonardo picked up his brother from the floor and wound his arms around Raphael's shoulders, closing the distance between them.
Raphael and Leonardo cried unashamedly together.