GOOD NEWS MY FRIENDS! I have received a flame and been called a loser! (sniff) I am so proud of myself! It's a shame the flamer didn't leave an email so I could thank them! All who are interested, there will be a marshmallow roast over said flame! But you better hurry or Mikey will eat all the marshmallows!
Also, I would like to apologize for the long wait. I know how aggravating it can be! And I am soooo sorry!! *dodges random pitchfork* But you see, this has been a very bad several months. I don't like to make excuses (although I do have some very good reasons) so I will not make you wait any longer! Again, I am very sorry!!!!! (Although if you would like to read my reasons/excuses, they will be posted on my homepage for all of my readers to review at their own discretion. You should be warned, some of it is not for those with weak stomachs. However, if you have a weak stomach and still wish to know my reasons, have a garbage can nearby. Although I will not go into graphic detail, but it is bad enough as it is.)
Special thanks to my reviewers Michael J Angelo, Puldoh, Jenca,Zafiro Okami, PuldohFAN! (hey Puldoh! You have a fan!! ^_^), Autumn Nights, Simone Robinson, Jennifer and my faithful flamer hhh. Oh and by the way hhh I did receive your other flame for my other story under your secret alias of hh! Thanks ever so! And just so you know, RAPH DID NOT DIE! 'TWAS BUT A MERE NIGHTMARE MY GOOD FLAMER. A MERE NIGHTMARE!
Ok, now that has been done, I have one last little tidbit! This is the second to last chapter. I decided to do this one from the family POV once again, and the last chapter will probably be either a Mikey POV or from the third person POV. Give me some suggestions, so I know now whether or not I should change the final chapter. Now on with the story!
Disclaimer: If you haven't gotten the fact by now that I do not own them, I officially give up trying to tell you!
Donnie P.O.V.
My God. Poor Mikey. Seeing us all die in such a…a…gory fashion, by his own hand no less, no wonder he screamed! And we just made him relive it for us. The psychological repercussions of this could be… no… will be enormous! He may be scarred for life……I know I am just from listening to it.
And now……now he won't even look at us! He's just staring down at his hands, and… oh my god! Were those tears? Now I feel even worse! I can almost relate to how he's feeling. After the events of the future that was the same as it never was, where my future bro's died protecting me, and my feeling so horrible about that, I can only imagine what it was like to actually kill us.
My heart burns for him. I move closer enveloping both Mikey and Raph in a bone crushing hug. I nuzzle my face into Mikey's head, trying to help give him the comfort he so desperately needs right now. If there is one thing I never want to happen, it's that I never want Mikey to lose his innocent and carefree nature. He's my favorite baby bro, shell, he's my only baby bro, and I want to be able to keep him as he is. Granted, our lifestyle as ninja, doesn't exactly allow us to shelter him from the evil of the world but as long as we can keep him smiling and laughing, that's all I'll ever need.
As a turtle of science, I am not exactly one for believing in God or other omnipresent and omnipotent beings, but right now, I am begging any that are listening, please, PLEASE let us help him get through this, with no lasting effects. I will never ask for anything ever again, just please help us help him.
I sniffle quietly against Mikey's head and squeeze him a little tighter.
"Oh Mikey!"
Leo's P.O.V.
I hear my two youngest brothers sniffle as they cling to each other. I can almost feel my heart being ripped out of my chest.
Mikey's nightmare's usually tend to be horrible, and … well, nightmarish, but this one takes the cake. I don't even want to begin to imagine the horror he must have felt.
As I had mentioned before Mikey told us his dream, I made it my goal to keep my family safe and happy, but with Mikey and his nightmare's I just feel so helpless. We don't even know he's having one until he's screaming his head off, and then it's too late to help him through the use of meditation.
Sometimes I just wish that we could lock Mikey away in his room with his comic books, action figures, and cartoons, his little "Mikey-verse" if you will. That way he couldn't have these dreams about Shredder and all the other psychopaths we have to fight.
But I know that even though it would do wonders for our "protect Mikey instincts", he wouldn't be happy. He would want to be there with us, fighting side-by-side, helping us kick bad guy butt. He can't stand being stuck on the sidelines. He's way, way too energetic for that. And God help us if he ever gets bored!
And I suppose that, even if it means we have to help him with his nightmare's and fight off the boogeyman, as long as he's usually his happy-go-lucky self, we should just let him do as he pleases……within reason, of course.
I lean in as Donnie had done and place my arms around my three younger brothers. We will help Mikey get through this, no matter what. We are family and that is what we do.
Raph's P.O.V.
I am gonna ta find that nasty little Utrom Shredder wanna-be from where ever those other Utroms sent 'im, kill 'im, bring 'im back, kill 'im again in a slow an' painful fashion, bring 'im back, let Leo, Donny and Masta' Splinta' have their go's and then rip him ta shreds! No one hurts my family but me, 'specially Mikey. Kinda my olda' brotha's prerogative sorta thing.
I feel Mikey and Donny sniffling against my plastron and growl protectively in the back of my throat. Mikey flinches and I tighten my grip, bringin' 'im closa' to me. I ain't mad at him. With Leo and Donny huggin' me and Mikey, I ain't got no way to get up and let off some steam, although I think right now that might hurt Mikey more 'en help 'im. He needs us right now an' I'm gonna be there for him, as will Leo, Donny, an' Masta' Splinta' I'm sure.
But as soon as I'm sure Mikey's gonna be ok, me an' Casey are goin' topside and bustin' some heads. I'm gonna need to blow off some steam an' I ain't gonna be down here fer awhile. But until then, I'm gonna be right here fer my baby bro. That's also a part a' my olda' brotha's prerogative sorta thing.
Master Splinter's P.O.V.
Oh my poor son. All of this pain and sadness, all due to one man, one horror, one nightmare. The pain endured during this night will not be easily erased or forgotten, by any of my sons I am afraid. No mere meditation sessions will correct what wrong has been committed against our youngest member tonight. However, the bond that this family shares will be the strength that will pull us through this nightmare.
Watching my elder sons gather around their youngest sibling warms my heart in ways I had not known possible. Their love and protection of each other is unparalleled by any other force I have seen thus far in my long life, and I know it will be that which will pull them through this. Placing my hand on Michelangelo's head, I feel the certainty that we will make it through eventually. Not right away, but soon enough that lasting damage will not permanently affect the family.
My sons, Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo, we will make it through this, together. As one united family, we will make things right once again. We will right the wrongs that have been to done to ours this night, and we will move on to better and brighter days. We will make it, I promise my ninjas, my children, my beloved sons.
