So, the second installment of the "Guardian Angel" series, though it's only a small prologue. I have told myself to try and make the chapters longer (if I can...). I hope you will like this as much at the last one. And then I will, in advance, say sorry. My keyboard is acting strangely, forgetting some letters as I type. Though I've tried my best to read through the story and find the missing letters, I may have forgotten a few. Bare with me... But enough babbling, but as always:

Enjoy...

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Darkness. Nothing else but darkness all around him. It felt different, but most of all – it felt wrong. Michelangelo wasn't used to this kind of darkness, though what concerned him the most was the lack of sound. It was as if he was standing in some kind of emptiness, like the world had disappeared around him.

"Leo?"

No reply.

"Donnie, Raph? Where are you?"

Still nothing. A knot slowly started forming in Mikey's throat. This wasn't right. Why couldn't anyone hear him, where were they – and were was he? The turtle didn't like to think about it, but he had no clue whatsoever of his whereabouts. He tried calling for his brother's again, when something struck him like lightning.

He couldn't speak! When he tried calling, only air made it out of his mouth.

"You are trapped," a little nagging voice laughed, "No one can hear you, and nobody knows that you're gone…"

No! No, his brothers would come looking for him, as soon as they figured out something was wrong.

"If they find out." The knot turned bigger. What was it with that 'if'? Of course they would find out. Unless something would stop them from figuring out.

"Wha– what do you mean?" he tried asking, feeling the air leave his throat without a sound. He waited for the reply. Did he really want to know? It felt cold suddenly, even though he couldn't feel any wind. Still no reply. Why wouldn't it just answer him, whatever it was? Suddenly, wind started flying around him, making his bandana and belt move in the wind. As gust blew up in his eyes, he closed them, but soon forced himself to look through the dirt coming at him. The wind increased in strength, making it almost impossible to stand.

"Huh?" Mikey forgot the wind. What was he looking at? The future, or maybe the present? He could see himself walking through the lair, except – it wasn't him. It couldn't be. The figure walking through the Dojo seemed sad and had no life in his eyes.

'You see?' it finally spoke, chuckling happily to itself.

"It's not me," Mikey whispered. Maybe it looked like him, but he knew it wasn't.

'But it is,' the voice suddenly sounded different, like it was thinking, 'Don't let the faded smile fool you. You just-'

"What?"

'You're not yourself.' Michelangelo sighed in defeat. He wasn't so sure anymore. Maybe it was him… but why was he like that?

"What happened?" he closed his eyes, feeling the wind touch his face. It was gentler now, "Why do I look so – defeated?"

The voice let him alone for some time again, giving him time to take another look at the figure. He didn't just look defeated; he looked like all life had been sucked out of him.

'Soulless, perhaps?'

"Perhaps!" Mikey cried, spinning around to try and find the voice, "You mean you don't know?" A sigh came from the voice, wherever it was.

'Nobody really knows. They are only guessing…'

They?

Mikey looked back, expecting to see himself again. But instead he saw his brothers talking around the small table in the living room. They looked concerned, and Raph was sitting still in the couch. That was a clear sign, that something was wrong. But he couldn't hear them. Still, he knew I was about him, like when you know someone is talking behind your back.

"I don't want to see more," the turtle whimpered, shutting his eyes, "It's only a dream, I'll wake up soon, I know it."

'Sometimes,' the voice replied, 'You need someone to wake you up.'

Mikey shot his eyes open. He knew that voice. It sounded feminine and rough at the same time.

"Angel, is that you?" he called, trying to locate the feline. A growling sound was heard behind him.

Why had the sound returned? He hadn't heard a damn thing since he got into the darkness, not even his own voice. He wasn't sure, if he should be thankful for finally hearing something, or be afraid…

Slowly, he let his body twist in the direction of the growl. Nothing…

Until something shone in the darkness, something white. It was rushing at him dangerously fast, like a train. But it was too small to be a train. Mikey's muscles tensed, as he saw it coming faster towards him. He was quickly able to see what it was. An animal, or some kind of beast. With a gasp, realization hit him. It was a gigantic wolf that was lunging at him, its white fangs reflecting the light from the image of his three brothers. With a loud roar, it opened its mouth to take a big bite of him as it charged, making Mikey scream in panic.

Now he could hear his voice…