Dream a Dream So Pretty
It was going to be a long ride. He could already tell. The plane had taken off only moments ago. Transferred to a specialized cage for transport, Mikey sat in the Corner. Far away from the door and far away from the very man that was sure to make his life in 'captivity' all the more miserable. The metal bars of the tiny prison where With held in the ground and ceiling. Julis refused to keep the green reptial in the small mobile any longer then he had to. Thought Mikey did like the more room, but that only Made him feel more venerable. Wide, open, no shadows, Julis made sure of it. Pointing lights his way and that, not enough to make him hot, just so that he would be warm since He was 'cold blooded'. The man was gone...for now. He would be back. Michelangelo was sure of it. Already have checked the bars for weakness, a trait he learned form His ninja training over the years, he sat and waited. Trying to plot. Not really his field, unless by accident. More so of Donny's or Leo's field. He and Raph usually just Jumped din when it seem right to do so. Thinking of his brothers made memories come back, he didn't want to think of them. Not because he was scared to cry, oh no, he Just whatted this to be a nightmare. He'd wake up form, be in the same room as Raph, who he always ran to when haveing such a dream. Lying beside his hero.
Able to stare danger in the face and laugh. Laugh at it, rolling on the ground, on his shell. Make some joke about it. The 'Secret weapon.' Nothing compared to him In strength, nothing. Never would there be either. Mikey's mind drifted off, calmly into sleep...
'!'
Mikey was pledging and had been so for the past three hours. But Raphael had stayed strong. Trying every which way to get away from his younger brother, whether it be in the dojo punching away at the sand bag or leaping form wall to wall, TV watching or game playing, it made no difference, Mikey was determined to get his brother to do as he asked,
Or begged...
'For the last 'ime Mikey NO.'
'But Raph only you can be Tortus boy...'
Fists clenching, Raph looked at the young'n before him...
Raph was sick of it; he'd show the little runt who was better, by a long shot. Throwing a combo of a punch, kick, punch, punch was Childs play for highly train Ninja Turtles.
Dodging with ease and grace. Mikey was ignorant as to how made Raph was getting. Playing around was all he was doing.
'You think ya better than me?'
Landing upright, Raph charging full blown out, a made bull in a china shop. Bandanas catching the sweat coming off their brows. Teeth grinding.
'Do you?'
Catching each other s hands above their own heads. A battle of strength. Mikey wouldn't stand a chance, but he didn't need strength to win. Only enough to hold enemies off For a min or so. Grin came too.
'No, you re just too cocky.'
Raphael was tossed easily, Mikey using his own weight against himself. Smashing a table in the process. Like water boiling over, the explosion came. Rolling over, groaning,
Raph looked on. Mikey turn his back to him.
'Winner and still Champion...Michelangelo!'
A pipe. It would work.
'RAPH! WAIT WAIIIT!'
Mikey awoke with a startle. Memories of old times past where coming back. Wiping his forehead Mikey looked around. Everything was as it should have been, as it was left When Julis had last come. He hadn't been back since. Good. Making himself more comfortable, he lay back down to dream more of past times. They did little to comfort him, but at Least he could hear Raph's voice.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Such a lovely beast I have this day. A fine addition to my collection. Darlings back home will be happy to have a new playmate, hehehe."
Julis comment watching Mikey fall back asleep on the monitor. The camera going unnoticed, slightly shinnying in the dull light. He leaned back in his big leather chair.
It squeaking as he did so. Eyes gleaming with joy at the prize. Julis became distant once again as he thought of how to intro duce his new 'pet' to his most precious 'Pets',
They would all pay for themselves at that nights show. Where he would parade his new pet around. Showing off like he always did with one every time before a show. This time It would be the new addition. How lucky he was. Julis took a sip of his coffee. The taste bitter, just how he liked it.
"Sir"
The captain of the jet came over the intercom. Respectable and polite.
"Yes, what is it?"
Julis' tone was not too happy at being interrupted for his plans on how he would parade around.
"We are arriving at Jackson City"
Thin lips curled into a smile.
Time seem to stand still. Everything in slow motion. The Turtle in red could be seen holding the lifeless body of a figure form Mikey's past dreams. Motion less.
The chest never rising or falling. The breathe of life gone. Only moments before all three laughing and caring on. Joking and playing in this turtle heaven. All what they Wantted. Rain was now pouring. You could almost hear the sad music in the background, as if this was some kind of movie or real life drama show off TV. No words came out as Raphael screamed something, his beak unreadable. Actual tear streaming down his face as he buried his face in the figures chest. Pounding the ground next to him. Suddenly standing Up in a fit of rage then charging any which way that seem to have something coming form it.
It kept Michelangelo wondering what it all meant. Surely his brother was watching him form Turtle Heaven. Was he sending him these dreams as a way to communicate?
He really wouldn't know until he meets up with his brother again...
As Mikey's sleeping figure layed there a tear escaped, running down...