Vessel
New York City shimmered in the light of the moon, dancing along side with the stars. It gleamed with life and prosperity it seemed. All was well, until this night.
The brothers crossed the rooftops with some haste with an update on a break in at an abandoned warehouse across town. Leo stopped immediately, waiting for his brothers to follow. Luckily he didn't have to wait long as each of them came in short time.
"Don, where's the warehouse?" He asked. Donnie quickly pulled out his tracker, watching as the little light glowed.
"We're getting close. Just a few more blocks and we should be good." Donnie said. Raph gruffed, side stepping a bit with impatience.
"So what exactly is this? Foot? Purple dragons what?"
"Not sure. There was just Intel speaking about recent break ins on warehouses and weird power outages. Noticeable break ins are not normally done by the Foot and the purple dragons have no reason to try and break into something and not go unnoticed." Donnie explained.
"So we might be dealing with someone new." Leo spoke. "So we have to stay vigilant at all costs. We don't know who were dealing with."
"Hey at least were getting some change." Mikey spoke up, taking a seat on the side of the roof. "Lets be honest the same run around with the foot and the purple dragons can get boring."
"Yes but that's something were familiar with. This could be something we may not be prepared for so be vigilant." Leo reprimanded.
"Geez Leo relax. Its probably just some kids throw'n raves in the warehouses." Raph tried to soothe.
"I'm just saying don't get too relaxed. Now how about we start heading over there. Just a couple of blocks right?"
They made there way across town up to the abandoned warehouse that barely stood over the years of weather and tarnish. They made it up to the rooftop where the glass was opened and they were able to look inside. Each crouched enough to see inside to notice its empty flare but the strange blue glow of the illuminating lights that flooded from the floors and walls.
"Well I understand why the powers been going out." Donnie mentioned taking into account the heat he could feel from the lights.
"Well maybe I was right. Maybe just a bunch of kids having a rave." Raph said with a smirk. Leo narrowed his eyes Leaning in closer, trying to get a better look of the place.
"There's no music. Do you guys see the symbol on the floor there?" All four leaned in closer to see the lines narrowing around each other, forming a shape. A star. Mikey plopped down on his stomach, resting his head on his arms and sighed.
"I don't know guys, maybe we just walked in on a human sacrifice." He said with a giggle.
"Mikey, you might not be too far off from that." Leo said just as the far doors opened.
About a dozen people walked out, wearing long black robes that covered their bodies and faces. Each walked around the star and stood there in silence.
"Woah, okay is this like some kind of cult?" Raph asked.
"I'm not sure. They're dressed as but something isn't right about it." Donnie mentioned. As they talked Mikey kept a close eye on the group down below and his eyes grew wide.
"Guys."
"It doesn't matter we'll watch and observe and see what they do. A gathering isn't something to stop." Leo said.
"Uh, guys." Mikey spoke a little louder, sitting up slightly.
"They broke into the warehouse didn't they? What happens if they start slitting pigs throats?" Raph rebuttled.
"That's very stereotypical there Raph. That actually isn't a normal cult action-"
"Guys!" Mikey yelled, catching his older brothers attention. "There's kids." They all were silent then instantly, they all turned to look down at the floor. Seeing five small children being lead through the room, each being set to stand at the edge of each side of the star. The children, covered by the dark cloak except for their heads. Three boys and two girls and no older than twelve years old.
"what the hell…" Raph whispered.
"Leo?" Donnie asked hesitantly. Before Leo could respond with anything another young boy appeared, hand in hand with a man, dressed differently from the others. His hood was down, an upside down cross, tattooed on his forehead.
"oh god.." Donnie whispered. Mikey took a breath, feeling a shiver run down his spine.
"Donnie, who are these guys?" He asked attentively.
"My guess, a satanic cult."
They watched at the little boy was lead to the middle of the cross, where all the lines met. The man released the boys hand and walked towards the front of the star. The man pulled out a pair of black gloves and slipped them on. He relaxed his form slightly, bringing his arms out to the sides in an almost embrace.
"The time has come, to bring our master, our savior home. Home from his banishment! He will guide us! He will give us the strength! The freedom! His will is soon to be ours!" He preached.
"In Nomine Dei Nostri Satanas, Luciferi Excelsi." They all chanted.
"In the name of Satan, Ruler of the earth, True god!" The man spoke again. "in Thine own Image and Likeliness, I invite the forces of Darkness to bestow their infernal power upon me!"
"Guys I don't like this." Raph spoke up. Mikey cringe slightly, feeling a weird twist in his stomach from the mans chanting. It made him want to vomit as a strange twist of fear entered his bones.
Suddenly, from the corners of the room, blasted large pockets of fire, leading down the lines to reach the star, reaching the children that stood on top of it.
"Great god, we ask of you to take our gifts, beseech us and grant us with your presence! Your vision once more!"
Then, the fire started to move, beginning to engulf all that was in its path. The turtles didn't think twice as they jumped into the warehouse and quickly went after the children. Raphael and Leonardo grabbed two each and Donnie grabbed the one on the far right. Michelangelo grabbed the boy who stood in the middle and jumped back up on the railings.
"What?!" The man screamed, causing the rest of people to stumble where they stood. Suddenly, the fire lost control of itself, falling off of the tracks and onto the debris of the warehouse. The flames began to grow and the people began to run out of the building.
Mikey stayed for a bit, watching the flames increase in size. He was almost mesmerized by the colors and the way that they danced in front of his eyes he had almost forgot about the boy he had in hand. He looked to his side to see the bright blue eyed kid looking up at him, eyes soulless and piercing his very being.
"Uh, hey kid, you okay?" He asked. He didn't get an answer. Mikey felt that strange cringe feeling again but it soon left once the heat of the flames hit his face.
"Well, I guess its time to go." He said getting ready to jump with the kid in hand, not prepared for him to grab down on the rail they stood on, making Mikey jolt back.
"What?" Mikey looked to see the boy was holding the rail with one hand and his arm in the other, crouched in an unnatural position.
"Kid we have to go!" He yelled trying to get out of the kids hold but found it to be useless. The child having unconditional strength.
"Kid!" Mikey tried to yell again, seeing the flames beginning to reach the top of the ceiling.
"Vessel." The child whispered, voiced hoarse and deep.
"Wha-ACK!" Mikey Yelped as the kid's mouth attached itself to his arm, biting down with all of his might. Mikey was so distraught from the heat of the flames, the pressure of getting out and the intense presence the kid was giving off his mind swirled. Now, a bite added, he lost his footing all together on the railing and fell along with the child. Michelangelo hit the ground hard, luckily for his shell took most of the impact of his fall.
He groaned feeling the swirling of his mind, trying to refocus his vision. He looked above to see the orange and red flooding the room. Once he realized what was happening, he quickly twisted and saw the kid was not too far from him, head twisted unnaturally to the side.
Oh no.
Mikey quickly got to his feet, stumbling over to the boy. He froze instantly, seeing the blood coming from his head and his eyes hooded. The boy was dead. Mikey felt the wave of an icey chill. His body shook. He let a child die. He couldn't speak, he couldn't move. He barely noticed Raph coming to his side, shaking him, trying to get him to move.
"Mikey lets go!" He yelled. Mikey didn't respond, eyes locked on the corpse that laid on the floor.
Mikey felt his body being tugged. He refused to move. He needed to absorbed every detail of this scene. Where the blood pooled, how his hair fell into place, where his hands curled in a lifeless hold. Mikey needed to feel pain. The pain of failing a child he was supposed to save.
Before he knew it both Leo and Raph came and grabbed him, dragged him out of the burning building, never looking back. Mikey watched, as the burning building grew smaller. He looked down to see the man come out, side of his face now seared from the flames. He looked up, met eyes with the young turtle and for a grim second, a smiled formed on the mans face.
A/N: Wow hi guys! Its been a while since I've written a new story! But this one has been pooling for a bit so I thought I would finally write it out! Hope you all love some scary stories ) Till next time! -F