This is a fic involving the four Ninja Turtles and three orginal female turtle characters. The TMNT are (c) to Peter Laird. Rayne and Rose are (c) to me, and Kazari is (c) to herself.
In her dream there was no color; the landscape washed in monochrome blacks and whites. The sky streaked with gray lightning and although the ground shook from the pending storm, no sound of thunder could be heard. In the distance appeared a dark figure. He was bathed in shadow, and the only thing she could see clearly was the red of his bandana. It drew her attention; being the only thing of color in that bleak place. She moved towards him, but before she could take a full step forward she felt something grab her from behind. It was a multitude of hands-covering her mouth, noise, and eyes-making it nearly impossible to breathe. Struggling violently to pull free she found herself being pulled swiftly downwards. With fear bordering on panic she realized that she was being suffocated. The ground still vibrated with silent thunder and she began to lose consciousness.
And then she woke up.
She gasped loudly, her eyes not quite adjusted to the darkness of her room. After a few moments she felt a bit of the tension drain from her body as she slowly calmed down and awoke fully from her haunted sleep. Forcing her arm muscles to unclench she rose a shaky hand to wipe the perspiration gathering on the front of her plastron. "It was a dream," she whispered to herself. "Just a bad dream…"
"Another nightmare, Rayne?"
With a start she realized that she wasn't as completely alone as she had thought. Squinting toward the sound of the voice she could barely make out the figure seated in a chair in the corner of her room. Although she couldn't see the person, she immediately recognized the voice.
"Master Bishop…?" she asked tentatively
"Yes child, I am here."
She heaved a sigh of relief. As long as Bishop was there, there was nothing to be afraid of. He got up and sat on the edge of her bed. "This is the third nightmare this week."
She gulped and nodded. "But how did you know?"
He held up her left wrist, which was circled by a thin band of metal. "Your Analysis Ring is linked to your nervous system and brain waves, which in turn is monitored by Dr. Stockman. He alerted me to an anomaly in your REM sleep pattern so I came to see what was causing the disturbance. How are you feeling now, Rayne?"
She managed a shaky smile. "Much better now, Master."
He patted her on the back of her shell. "Never forget Rayne, that you're special. You and your 'sisters' are an integral part of our operation here."
"Yes, Master," she answered, pleased that her voice was finally returning to normal.
He stood up and began walking out. "Report to my office tomorrow before your midday training. I'd like to run some tests."
She bit her lip. "What kind of tests?"
He paused before answering, "Nice tests."
The door slid closed behind him, encasing her once again in the solitary darkness of her room. Fatigued, she slid back down under the covers and touched a finger to the metal bracelet around her wrist.
As she fell asleep he repeated, like a litany, over and over again in her mind, "I AM special. I have a very special purpose. Master Bishop said so, and he is never wrong."