~ Okay I'm in a little better mood now and I think I know where I'm going with this. More will be typed up once I am done with all my running around tomorrow :o)
As the evening progressed the brothers decided to go out to a movie instead of patrol. They would just kind of patrol as they go along. At the theater each was trying to decide and agree on what to watch. Michelangelo wanted to see Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. All the guys protested saying that was too long to sit still and they could wait until it came out on video. Donatello wanted to see Solaris (2002), which his brothers all protested to, while Raphael suggested The Hot Chick. When Leonardo said that he wanted to see, They, his brothers all turned to look at him for a minute.
"What?" Leonardo couldn't understand what they were staring about.
"You want to see a Wes Craven flick?" Raphael asked.
"Yeah, it looked interesting and look, it's only rated PG-13," Leonardo pointed at the rating. "It can't be that bad!" After compromising they all decided to go watch They. After paying for their tickets, Michelangelo bought a large popcorn, for him, the guys could get their own, and a large soda. Sitting in the back, the theater wasn't very crowded. In fact, they were the only ones, in to watch this showing. By the end of the movie, the popcorn was gone and Michelangelo had his head in the popcorn bag.
"Okay, dudes, I am never sleeping with the lights off again," Michelangelo said from inside the bag.
"Well you know Mikey, that you can't see any monsters approaching from inside there," Donatello commented. Michelangelo quickly ripped the bag off and looked around, butter smeared all over his face. Laughing, they were leaving when they all noticed that the theater was empty. Popcorn was still in the popcorn machine, cash registers were still on, just all the people were gone. Heading outside, they all saw that the cars are still in their parking spots, but no one was around. No cars driving, no people walking by. The streetlights still worked.
Feeling a little panicked the turtles rushed to Aprils to see if she was still around. On the way they still found no people. Going up, Donatello tried the door and found it unlocked. Everything was the same as they last saw but no April. Leonardo picked up the phone to call Master Splinter and noticed that the line was dead. Raphael headed into April's room and saw that all her clothes were still hung up in the closet.
Forgetting about their disguises, the guys ran home, hoping that Master Splinter would still be there. Bursting into the lair, Michelangelo went to check the kitchen, Leonardo Master Splinter's room, and Donatello and Raphael checked the dojo. Master Splinter as well as the rest of the world seems to have just disappeared. All stood in the living room not knowing what to do, then slowly sat down.
"What do we do, Leo?" Raphael would normally call him fearless leader but this time, he was in no mood for jokes or lightness. Even Michelangelo was feeling down.
"I don't know," Leonardo shrugged.
"Maybe we should go check the movie theater," Donatello suggested getting up. All nodded that was a good idea and headed back. At the front doors, they paused as the sun started to set.
"Oh man, I'm feeling the heebie jeebies," Michelangelo said with a shiver. His brothers all nodded and went in. Everything was as before, hotdogs still in the hot cookers, lights bright overhead, and candy bright in the windows.
"Do you think it would be okay of I took a hot dog?" Raphael asked walking up to the counter. Leonardo told him to go a head.
"Until we figure out what happened to everyone, it shouldn't hurt," Leonardo noted.
"Eww, Raph, do you know what they put in those things," Donatello commented as Raphael came back out with condiments piled on.
"Yeah," Raphael said, not caring.
"Hey if we don't find any one that means free pizza!" Michelangelo said liking that idea.
"Yeah, Mikey," Leonardo said. "But that also means, no delivery and no one to make pizza ingredients ever again. Michelangelo's face dropped.
"Bummer." As Raphael started to eat, the rest of the guys also grabbed some food and ate it down quickly. Before heading to the theater room they came out of, Donatello looked outside.
"You okay Donnie," Leonardo asked.
"Yeah," Donatello said. "I just think I'm catching Mike's heebie jeebies." They all went and saw that Michelangelo's popcorn bag was still on the floor where he tossed it. Leonardo picked it up, crushing the bag and tossing it in the garbage. The theater screen flipped on, just showing light going through the projector. The turtles ran back out but still, no people were found. Going back inside each one was surprised to hear a voice and see a face on the screen.
"Greetings turtles," The voice welcomed. The speaker looked like an ordinary man. The only thing showing was his face nothing else.
"Do not worry about what I look like, this is just a false image to give you something to look at as I speak. Please sit." Not knowing what else to do, each turtle sat down.
"What's going on here?" Leonardo demanded.
"Yes, the ever questioning Leonardo," Stunned Leonardo sat back. "For a name, you can call me Oberon, but I am only the powers that be." The guys all looked at each other then back to the screen.
"Some things are happening, going to happen and for that we need your help," Oberon said.
"What would you have us do?" Donatello asked.
"It's very simple, people, farther than New York need your help but they do not know it." Oberon paused. "What will happen is I will transport you, from place to place and as each quest, per say, is succeeded, you will then go to anther part of the world."
"And if we refuse," Raphael stood up, ready to jump at the screen.
"Then you will live your lives out there alone," Oberon said. Raphael sat down. "I will not permit people do downfall, as they will with out your help. I'd rather just extinguish it all together." Raphael was steaming. He wanted to jump up and tear this Oberon, powers that be, until he returned Master Splinter and the rest of the population. Leonardo and Donatello sat, thinking. Leonardo wanted to know what the journey entails, while Donatello wonders how long they will have to do this. Meanwhile Michelangelo, poked at the seat thinking that he will never see another Wes Craven film again.
"All right, then let's do this?" Raphael stood up, glancing at Leonardo. Leonardo nodded that he agreed with him. Oberon smiled.
"You have already begun. You will also learn and grow from your experience. When ever you complete a quest, you will feel a static charge. This is normal; you're just going to a new place." The face on the theater screen faded. "Prepare yourselves, it will be a long journey," Oberon's voice said.
"But, power dude, how are we supposed to know who to help?" Michelangelo jumped up finally speaking. At that moment the turtles each felt a surge that started in their fingers.
"That is also part of your quest," Oberon said. "To find the individual who need your help." The surge traveled up through their arms onto their shoulders and down their backs. Each brother looked at each other and instinctively grabbed each others hands, making a circle. The surge continued down their legs and then shot straight up each spine, the theater room faded, and the brothers held on tight. Wind seemed to be rushing all around them, ruffling the bandanas and the surge seemed to pulse in each of their bodies. Feeling impact each brother opened their eyes and looked around. Immediately seeing that they were in a rural neighborhood, with children about they dived behind some bushes.
"Do not worry," Oberon's voice filled their minds. "While you are on your quest, people will see you as human. You will be dressed in human clothes and it will change everyday, keeping a neat appearance, as long as you keep yourselves neat. If for any reason, you were to disrobe, you will see the clothes, but as soon as you put them back on, they will fade into your skin, as you see it." Each brother looked at each other still seeing a turtle.
"But we're still turtles?" Donatello questioned.
"Yes, you will only see each other as your true selves," Oberon's voice paused. "If someone were to take your picture you would only then see what others see," Oberon's voice started to fade. "That's all the help I can give you. Good luck, man kind is depending on you…" Standing up, it felt a little weird about being out.
"Guess we walk until we find out, what we're suppose to do," Leonardo said. Each brother started walking down the road as they looked at their surroundings.