Back again with a new chapter, late as usual~! xD
Soon I'll graduate, I'll try to put up more chapters before the graduation but it can be hard. I have so much to do before it! Going to France and Spain and going on a cruise with the school, lots of test, need to apply for university… Ahh, so much to do, so little time to do it in xD Anyhow, shouldn't let you guys wait any longer. Here it is, Chapter 6! Oh and I decided to write in Mikey's POV again, just because I can :'D Hope you'll enjoy it!
Silver Iron – Chapter 6
Lost
Seven years ago
"Donnie, what are dreams?" A nine year old Michelangelo let his eyes off the pages of his comic books and looked over to his older brother, who was laying on the other side of the couch, reading a book about technology. The four young turtles had gotten the day off after the morning practice with their father and sensei, who had locked himself up in his room to meditate. The brothers had gathered up in the living room, Don and Mikey had taken the couch and reading their comic books and ordinary books, Raph had placed himself in the armchair and watched some TV while Leo was sitting on the floor, his back rested on the couch, while reading too.
"Hm?" Don raised his eyes from the book and glanced over to his younger brother. "Dreams? Well, they're pictures that your brain…" Don stopped in his sentence when Mikey sighed loudly.
"I didn't mean like that! Why do you dream?" Don smiled and took a deep breath.
"That is an interesting question Mikey! You see, no one knows why, but a lot of great thinkers have interesting theories! Like Sigmund Freud, he believed…"
"Oh will you two knock it off! I'm tryin' to watch some TV!" Raph snarled at his younger brothers, giving them an angry glare. "That's just bullshit ya're talkin' about!"
"It's not!" Don defended himself. "Sigmund Freud was a really great thinker, people still uses his materials!" The young turtle crossed his arm, obviously offended by Raph's statement. "Like I said Mikey, no one knows why you dream yet. But I believe that research will find the answer to that question." Donnie quickly glanced over to Raph, as he wanted to point out what he had said, before looking down at his book again.
"But… Can you dream about memories?" Mikey asked, sitting up as he was getting to his main point. Now Leo looked up from his book too to glance at his youngest brother.
"Why do you ask that Mikey?" The young leader asked.
"Well, I saw this amazing cartoon episode! It was so great, and I want to see it again but think if it's not airing again! So I thought, maybe I could dream about it, and then I can see it again!" The three other turtles rolled their eyes and groaned loudly. The youngest turtle looked confusingly between the three of them. "What?"
"Oh, nothing Mikey." Don sighed before he took a deep breath. "Well, yeah, some believe that you can dream about your memories. But I don't think it's that easy, it's not like you can control what you will dream about. But think about all the times you have gotten nightmares because you have heard a scary story, probably because you have it in your memories." Mikey looked towards the purple masked brother and slowly tilted his head to the left, giving Don a confused look.
"What? So all your bad dreams come from your bad memories?"
"No, not all of them!" Don shook his head and then rolled his eyes. How could he explain this to Mikey so he would understand? It was hard being the only genius in the family. Leo chuckled low to himself.
"Mikey, your nightmares contains flying frying pans and chicken eggs that you have to save from Lord Underwear. When was the last time you saw anything of that in real life?" The blue masked turtle asked. Raph laughed now, mumbling something about Lord Underwear between his laughs. Mikey chuckled too and nodded.
"I get it! But… Why do you dream about your bad memories?"
"Since when did you start to ask these hard questions?" Raph asked as he tilted his head towards Mikey. "Ya usually ask about things like; why do we poop." Mikey giggled when we heard the word poop, he was as usually easily entertained.
"Just curious, I guess!" Mikey said before he turned his gaze towards Don. "So, why do we sometimes dram about bad memories?" Don sat still for a moment, his eyes flickered toward the ceiling with the usually distance look in them that he got when he thought about something. It was quiet, all the three young turtles waited for their brother's answer. And then the genius looked back to the orange masked turtle and shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know Mikey. I guess it is a way of handling your bad memories. Some people dream about them… Other just tends to throw them away, deep inside their heads so you won't be bothered by them anymore." Donnie picked up his book from his lap and opened it up again. "It's important to handle bad memories; I don't think it's good for them to be put away in your head like that."
"But I don't have any bad memories!" Mikey smiled. "Only of when Raph farts!" A pillow immediately crossed the air and implanted itself in Mikey's face.
"Of when who farts?" Mikey laughed loudly before he tossed the pillow back. Soon all the four young turtles were involved in the pillow fight, until one pillow broke and spread down all over the living room. Their father punished them after that for their reckless game and soon all of them had forgotten the serious conversation.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Present Time
"In times of great despair your strength will be tested!" That my father once told me, and at that moment I hadn't hesitated when I thought about how I would handle that without problem. I had never lost faith in my strength before; I had always believed that I would be able to handle anything at any time. Some people call it a big ego, I call it great confidence, and that has never been wrong, right? When you are a ninja, especially a mutant turtle ninja, it is important to never lose faith, I know that. You must always believe in yourself, never lose yourself and always be able to kick some ass. Therefore I didn't know what to do when I became lost, lost in myself. It is like you know who you are, you know what you are, but you don't know why you are you, why you are what you are and why you are alive. Three such important questions and no answers, is it possible to have faith then? Father, Leo and Don would probably have tried to talk some sense into me if they had known; Raph would probably have kicked some sense into me. But they weren't here, and the biggest issue of it all was that they were the problem; they were the main reason to why I had lost myself. I didn't want to blame them, but I couldn't deny it.
Bishop had been nice to let me know that it was the third day since my arrival at this unknown place. Why he had told me? Obviously he wanted me to know so I also would know that it had been three days and my brother still hadn't found me. If they were looking for me, I had started to doubt that too.
"Mikey… Why are you so stupid?"
Don's groaning voice had become all too familiar to me, scary enough. It was like I had forgotten his ordinary, soft voice and replaced it with this. Not a good replacement, I wanted the old back but I just couldn't take it from my memories. It was like a virus, which runs through every hard drive and erase everything except for these horrible memories. This is all I can remember, as it is the only thing that have happened in my sixteen years long life. How can it be so? I know so many more things have happened but I can't remember it.
"You know, we should really look for a brain to ya."
Normally I would have laughed at Raph's sentence; I would have taken it as a joke and said something back to offend him and then we would fight for fun and everything would be alright. But after three days with Bishop I couldn't bring myself to see it as a joke, his voice was too real, as he wanted me to believe in his words. Was I really so stupid? Surely, I liked to play pranks and jokes, but does that mean I was stupid? Ah, all these questions that I had and no answers, my head was killing me.
"Don't be mean to him Raph… he can't help he was born without it."
I have always looked up to Leo, even though I rarely show it to him. I regret it a bit now; he has always been the perfect role model for a younger brother. He was always fair, never ever have I seen him being unfair to someone, he has always looked out for his brothers and his father, fighting to protect us and such. Is he acting like this towards me because I never ever have been grateful towards him? If that's the case, can someone please reverse time and bring me back a couple of years so I can change that. I never every have wanted to hurt any of my brothers, I love them all but now it seems that something has changed them. And can I be the reason to that? It struck me so suddenly, that I can be the reason to these memories. I can be the one who messed up so bad, I have always pulled pranks on them, joked and being unserious. No wonder if they were tired of me.
'Leo, Don, Raph, Father… Please, forgive me if I am the responsible for this, if I have been a burden, a pain or anything. I promise to change if that is the case.' And if were not the case? What if I hadn't done anything wrong, what if they just disliked me for who I was? What to do then? I felt betrayed just by the thought of it, how would I then cope with it if it was the truth?
"Why do I even try to teach you something?"
Don… I was slowly losing my mind again, the darkness around me seemed to growing thicker and thicker.
"… kick you off the team!"
Leo… What was that? Something silvery was falling in front of me, an iron? A silver iron, so pure and beautiful for some reason, so… familiar.
"I am disappointed in you my son…"
Father… I stretched out my hand, tried to grab it, but when I closed up to it, it went further away. I wanted to shout to it to stop, but I had lost my ability to speak, to form words and sentences. I had to get that iron; I knew it was important even though I didn't know for what.
"I need to find a smarter brother!"
Raph… The darkness got to me, my mind slowly shut down my whole body. I managed to get a final thought through my body.
'I'm sorry I was born…'
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Yesterday had been such a great day, even though they still had been in the same situation. April had talked and talked, and slowly Don and Leo had loosened up, talking back to her with much more energy and shortly shared real laughter together with her. Splinter had joined them, telling them storied from the past and more laughter had spread around the lair. Both Leo and Don had relaxed when Casey returned with their hot-headed brother; their laughter joined the others and filled up the lair, even though it was one special laugh that was missing, a tone that made a song incomplete. But for now, they would let that go, the brothers didn't want to destroy the evening that April and Casey had brought themselves to make. It had consisted of stories and pizza, something so common but yet so new to them, thanks to the lost one. April had though noticed the change in the turtles, even though they had managed to put away the bad moment and smile for real, she so dearly wanted to help them. The humans had returned to their home at a late hour, leaving exhausted turtles that for once had gone to bed and falling asleep easily. But that didn't prevent the dreams for haunting their sleep, making it less comfortable. Don had woken up, soaked in sweat, after a terrible dream when Shredder had showed up with the lifeless body of Mikey in his arms before he had thrown it out in the ocean. Don had tried to swim after it, but the dark water had swallowed his brother and left no trace of him anywhere, there the turtle had bolted awake in his room.
Being in the desperate need for comfort the genius brother had sought out Leo. The leader had immediately woken up when Don had shaken his shoulder, listened closely when the turtle had told him his dream, soothed him when he had begun to cry and made room for his younger brother in the bed when Don had asked to sleep in his room. The younger turtle had almost directly fallen asleep again, feeling more secure together with the leader but Leo had laid awake, contemplated the situation he and his family were in and then he had sent small prayer to Mikey, hoping for his health and safety. And he wasn't alone to be awake, a few rooms from his Raphael laid awake, twisting in his hammock as he tried to catch the sleep that had escaped from him when a dream had made him woken up. As his brother Raph also thought about their situation, about Mikey and how they would get him back, even though the hot-headed brother couldn't come up with any strategy at all. They had no clue at all were their brother were and without his location it was useless to do any reckless. Raph twisted again in his hammock and a small sigh escaped his lips.
"Mikey, bro, were are you?"
The next morning all of the turtles and their father went back to their ordinary actions; Don locked himself up in his lab, Splinter meditated to see if he could find Mikey on the astral plan – so far he had no luck in finding him – Leo practiced to be a better leader so he wouldn't fail as he considered that he had and Raph still went topside from time to time to see if he could find any clues. And so the day went on, the hours passed and the day were beginning to fade out to evening, they were getting closer to the end of the third day of Mikey disappearance and soon had to welcome the fourth day, even though they despised it. Raph entered the lair after his fourth fruitless search for the day, Leo came out from the bathroom after showering away the sweat from his training but Don stayed in his lab, still determined to find a whole in the tracking system so he could expand the search area, when his shell-cell rang.
"Don here…" Don answered, his eyes reading the text on his computer monitor, he cursed in his head when the same error message came up as last time. He really needed to find a way around the systems security program.
"Don! It's me, April!" The women on the other end of the call was panting hard as she had run at least two marathon. Don stirred in his chair, twisting a bit as the worrying feelings he had inside him seemed to double in size.
"April, is everything alright?" 'Oh god, please don't let anything happen to April too. Please!' Don prayed in his head, his stomach twisting in nervousness.
"Don!" April panted again. "I think I have found Mikey!"
BAHAHAHAH! CLIFFHANGERS! I love to do those! *Evil laugh*
What, is it true? Have April really found Mikey or will they meet a dead end again? Weeeell… Wait and see the next chapter to know the answer to that one :'D It was my first time writing about turtle tots… I enjoyed it… Even thought it was short… x'D Why does it seems that every chapter I writes get shorter and short? Need to stop that! xD
Don't worry if you see some of the "memory-sentences" more times in the story, I have a plan! x'D… I think and hope… xD
Every single Mikey fan out there who is prepared to kill me for torturing Mikey, please take a number and wait for your turn :D x'D
I need to be quicker with the chapters… x'D
R&R :'D
