I'm wanting to try something different so here it is. This is going to be a series of drabbles and ficlets based off of TMNT roleplays I do with some friends of mine. Some will be related, some won't. There may even be some songfics skittered somewhere in here. Hope y'all like! Don't forget to review and tell me how I did. Give me some constructive criticism. Flames will be fed to my pet dragon. Be warned.. He does not play very nice, now do you Fiyero?
Fiyero: #glares#... Love you two, Mama.
In The Dark Of The Night
Gornutse was pacing. It had been 11 years since he had attacked his brother's family. It had been 11 years since he had seen any sign of the pink haired brat named Angel or the Dragon Blade of Power. It had been 11 years and yet his men had not found her. How was that possible? It had been 11 years, surely there would have been a sign as to where the whelp might be but no! No signs! No power signature! Not a single fragging thing!
How was it possible that she had escaped his wrath. Her and that impossibly human brother of hers had escaped the trap that was meant for their whole insignifican family. Brother should have never have mated with a human female. Thanks to that, the Royal Bloodline was in jeapordy. His daughter was a half-blood and the only true heir to the throne. And as the true heir she's the only one able to weild the Dragon Blade of Power properly. But ever since that night 11 years ago, the Dragon Blade had been missing. Without it and the girl there was no way he could conquer Aurelea or any other planet of his choosing. He needed the Blade but since he couldn't weild it he needed the girl as well. The only question was where it was... Although, if Angel had died that night then he would be able to use the Blade no problems.
A man with long shaggy black hair and silver eyes came into the room. He was wearing a white tunic with gold accents and spartan sandals. He had a single ear pieced with what looked like a shark fang. He knealt before Gornutse, "My Lord. We have found her at last. The one known as Angel is in New York."
Gornutse grinned maliciously, "Good. You have done well, Malechek. Now it's about time to get this party started."
"Forgive me, My Lord, but why go to all of this trouble for her when you could just simply kill her." The one known as Malechek rose to his feet slowly as he turned his handsome tan face up to meet his Master's gaze.
"It would be easier but I find that if we had the Princess under our command then it would make it all that much more easier for the Aureleans to listen to my commands and not object. My powers are only slowly returning to their former glory. I need the power that comes from the Red Dragon to my my dreams a reality. I was once the most mystical of the dragons in all of Aurelea! When my brother betrayed me he made a mistake! My curse had made each member of his useless and pitiful family pay but one little girl had gotten away! Little Angel, beware! Gornutse's awake! My revenge will be sweet when the curse is complete! In the dark of the night she'll be gone or else completely under my control!"
Angel woke up then in a cold sweat screaming.