Prompt #9!

OCT 27th - Nightmare


He didn't want to sleep. He didn't want to be awake. He didn't want to leave. He didn't want to stay. He wanted to die. He wanted to get this demon out of him.

Slowly, he rose from the floor, where he'd been once again, overthinking and putting more scars on his body. He climbed into his bed, pulling the covers up to his shoulders, knowing he needed to sleep soon enough, despite the nightmares that would surely ensue.


He stood in the middle of the street. No, it wasn't him; it was the demon. It was laughing. It destroyed another car, sending a blast of demonic energy at it as people ran away in fear.

Law enforcement showed up.

"Put your hands up!" one of the officers commanded, but Leo just brushed them away, sending a wave of energy that had them all thrown backwards and unconscious.

"Stupid mortals. Thinking they can stop my reign of terror!" he chuckled.

"Leo, stop! Please!" a familiar gentle voice said from behind him. He smirked, turning around and seeing the purple-clad turtle standing there, his other brothers behind him, all armed and dangerous.

"Haven't I already told you?! You can't stop me!" Leo's mouth yelled as he sent an energy blast at the three youngest Hamatos.

Raph ran up a building and didn't get hit by the energy, charging at his brother's possessed body. Leo blocked the attack with an energy shield almost boredly, smirking when he saw Raph's confused expression.

He sent another blast of energy that had Raphael reeling backwards, as if having been sucker-punched. He examined his fingernails as Mike and Don came at him, weapons swinging in tandem. He sent them right next to Raph, all groaning in pain.

He walked up to them, his demonic green eyes glowing as he raised his clawed hand, ready to strike-


Leo gasped as he shoot up in bed, tangled between the sheets and weeping silently, not wanting to bring any more attention to himself. He heard one of his brothers - Raph, by the sound of the snoring - outside his door, waiting for him to come out. They'd been taking turns for the past few days, and he'd had to sneak out when Raph was on duty to sneak to the kitchen and steal food because Raph was the heaviest sleeper.

He looked at his clock; it was 4 AM. What if he went to training? Would his brothers tackle him and lock him up somewhere?

He doubted it.