A twist on mind-control. Can imagine as either the 2k12 version or 2k3.
Disclaimer: I do not own any version of TMNT, nor do I own the first line in A Tale of Two Cities, or any of Shakespeare's wise, wise, words.
Rated T for teenagers. Depends on maturity.
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Prologue
The world is anything but reality, everything of a fantasy.
To distinguish the fine difference between illusory and sanity, to say it was the best of times, and it was the worst of times, to speak through the eyes of a world of tearing painted misery, to say there is nothing either good or bad, to speak aloud of the suffocating darkness as it plays with the tails of a battered red mask, somewhere far, far under the rubble…
It's solely unimaginable.
Maybe. No.
Until.
Until the purple of the nautical twilight is a sliver in the roof of the debris.
And two hands are reaching in, then out, the wind tickling. Pain…so much pain… Then world falls black and silent. Regret swims, misery leans forward to catch a better glimpse; mercy hides behind two legs and a skirt.
Up, up, up. Back out a fantasy, from the depths of a cold biting Hell. He waits for the Angel to save him, but no one saved Lucifer. He is being brought out into the open, and his first instinct is to hide. He shivers violently, and realises that he cannot move, is helpless to save himself.
Looks up as he is carried. Stares. Swallows.
There is the moon, casting a warm yellow glow in its gibbous state. There are the stars; the things he will doubt are fire. It all comes into focus, closer, closer… it is only a reflection in the metallic of a mask. One glass eye, one brown, squinted––
Raphael frowns. Starts to hate the excessive use of metaphors.
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