TMNT – The Dark Prince
Paring: Nightwatcher/Mikey – Leo/Don
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Alternate Universe
Summary: A future not far from ours. A Dark Prince hides among them, to save the rest of humanity, and is in hope to destroy the worlds adversary's the Wizard and his sidekick The Ghost before it's too late.
For: rock_gaara
Disclaimer: I only claim original idea. Characters are definitely NOT mine…
Note: First time writing an actual Alternate Universe for TMNT. I hope it's worth wild, and that you enjoy it.
Chapter One
The metal material grazed his leg, he moaned, as another hand pumped his hard member. He breathed, and panted, as the cool air came between them, he moved closer to his rescuer. He pulled against the bindings, and whimpered, wanting to be able to touch the rescuer as well. His rescuer showed no inkling, as to him know who it was behind the mask.
He remembered being bricked away before he had time to attack, and blindfolded. So he couldn't see anything around him. Only touch, hearing, and smell.
He felt the rescuer thrust against him hard, and wanting, as he filled him to the hilt. It was his dream come true. He moaned out, and struggled once again against the bindings. He screamed out the dark princes name…
Michelangelo sat up in bed, panting. Grunted knowing full well where he was, and rolled over back to bed.
"A dream…," He whined, and looked at his alarm clock. Three o'clock in the morning. He rolled over and flung the covers off, too hot to be under them. He was sweating. The dream felt so real, and his only wish. The Nightwatcher had been his hero since day one of his appearance, and the last day of his appearance. Never knowing who it was, and never actually meeting the one he called hero, killed him.
He had Casey search high and low for every possible comic on the Nightwatcher. So far, Casey only found five in the whole city. It was a short lived comic series, but six were in the issue. A Nightwatcher action figure sat on his dresser, along with the comics safely stuffed in plastic to keep nice. Lex Luther would be happy about his nicely neat collection of comics.
"Why haven't you come out of hiding?" Mikey asked the darkness of his room.
He had been living in the sewers for he didn't know how long, but knew for a fact the Dark Prince had to live in a top notch building within the city. It was the year 3020. New York had changed so much. Instead of actually hiding down in the sewers he was allowed top side. People no longer feared the freaks thanks to their new President Bishop.
But the city was still in hardship, and gangs, thugs, and business men ran it. Cultivation either worked underground, or in the flying city above. No one ventured within the Void. The Void was off limits. You had to have a pass to be allowed into it, and many didn't make it out. After Bishops virus that swiped the city a century ago, many people were wiped out. The human race no longer became in control.
Michelangelo rolled out of bed, not able to sleep anymore. He had to train. He had lived with his father. A brown rat that taught him everything, heading towards the kitchen, he saw his father drinking his tea for the morning, while watching the news. That hadn't changed in over twenty-one years.
"Morning father," Mikey chimed in. The sewers felt hot and muggy as he noted to himself to take a shower after eating.
"Morning my son," Splinter's voice was calm and light hearted. Even in his old age, the rat hardly yelled, which Mike was grateful for.
"Oatmeal again?" Mikey asked. He didn't want to complain, but food was hard to come by, and he was really hoping Casey brought them some frozen pizzas from the store, now he knew they were out yet again.
"Be thankful Casey brought it for us." His father told him, as he got up to fetch some more tea, "Since the world is not as it was, we should be thankful we even have the oatmeal." Splinter reminded him.
"I know," Mikey grumbled.
"So what is your plan today my son?" Splinter asked with a sparkle in his eye. He watched his son take a hold of the bowl and tea, as he sat down to join him.
"I'm still in search for that comic book number six. It's so hard to find, and very, very limited. You know they only made five hundred of them worldwide," Mikey noted, as he ate.
"No I didn't, awesome," Splinter voice rang, "So that means you're going topside this evening?" He questioned with a hint of concern.
Michelangelo knew he was the only one of his kind he knew of and what his father knew of. His father was blessed with a short term memory, so some days he tended to question him the same question more than once.
"Yes…" Mike replied and took another bite of his oatmeal.
"Make sure to come back before Twilight," Splinter warned.
"I know father," Mikey huffed, hating it when his father reminded him of the curfew.
Everyone had to be indoors after Twilight Hour. If someone was out past Twilight Hour, you got busted and sent to jail for a night without question. Michelangelo didn't want that on his father's head.
After he ate, he cleared the table and cleaned up for his trip to the city. It took a good hour to get there, but it was worth it. He hurried out of the sewers and onto the main streets of New York City. The once proud skyscrapers were now crumbled and broken from the past war. Five years ago the military finally took out the main virus that flooded its streets, by creating The Void. The boom, took out more than half of New York City that started back in the 1900's and further. What was then, was gone, and Mikey missed it, but happy that the streets were free from the outbreak.
He pulled his ball cap down in front of his face, as he headed for the train that would take him upward. The AirTrain was the fastest way to anywhere. Cars were out dated, and airplanes were no more. If you wanted to go overseas you had to take a ship.
Looking at the time on his watch he had a good eight hours before Twilight Hour, and six hours before the comic book store closed. He hated living his father alone that long. Their human friend Casey would help out every now and then with food, and entertainment. His friend always fought about having them live with him. They always said no. They didn't want to intrude on his living space or other human companion. April O'Neal, a well known ninja that helped with New York Police Department, keeping everyone in check. She occasionally ran the station when the captain was out of the state. Casey on the other hand worked a part-time job down at the Comic book store. That's how he got all his updated news on new issues that came in and went out.
He took out his headphones and iPod player. The silence killed him, as he claimed on the train. Pulling out his latest Nightwatcher comic issue, he started reading awaiting for his destination.
TBC