A/N: Ok, well...this started out from a bad dream I had, but then kind of went off and wrote itself. It was gonna be Leo, but I think it fits Raph better. But this is my first Raph-centric story, and I'm not all that good at writing him...so sorry for any OOC's you might find.
Raphael watched with horror as Donatello was thrown backwards into a brick wall, and then slumped, joining his already unconscious brothers on the ground, his blood mixing with theirs. Raphael ran to them, finally able to move, and checked Leonardo's pulse first. Nothing. Quickly Raph moved to Donatello, same result. Frantically he moved to Michelangelo, tears spilling out of his eyes and staining his red bandanna-
"NOOO!!"
Raph sat straight up in bed, and looked around, breathing heavily. He blinked a few times, and tried to calm down. Raph sat back, his heart still going a mile a minute. He hated these nightmares, they always seemed so real.
He stared at the ceiling again, and wondered what would have happened if he had been the only one left after a battle. He winced, just thinking about it, thinking about what he would have to tell Master Splinter. Raph sighed. Why am I even thinking about this? It was a dream. A stupid dream. Already the details were fading.
Now wide awake, Raph glanced at the digital clock next to him. The bright red numbers flashed 3:34 AM.
Raph groaned. Damn.
He glanced back at the clock. The brown plastic exterior was heavily duct taped, from an earlier rampage where the unfortunate clock had been thrown against the wall. Raph had felt bad about it later, and had decided not to tell Donnie, and 'fixed' it himself.
Raph decided to watch TV, there was no way he was going back to sleep now. There was always the fear that the nightmare would come back. He got out of bed and crept into the quiet 'hallway.' He could hear Mikey's snores coming from the bedroom at the other end of the hallway. He fought down a grin, Mikey always complained about his snoring.
In front of the giant television console, Raph plopped himself on the couch and carefully turned the volume down so only he could hear it. He decided on some late night war movie, and stared at the TV not really watching it.
At one point in the movie, some young kid decided to go ahead with his rash decision against the order of the general, and proceeded to get his head blown off.
Raph's eyes widened at this, that scene was very familiar, except for the head being blown off part. Raph sighed, and leaned back against the couch. He didn't mean to be such a hothead, he just was. He didn't know how the anger had started, it had been there all his life.
Raph thought about this for a long time, until he was jolted out of his thoughts by the sound of Leo's alarm clock going off.
Raph glanced at the VCR clock and got a shock. It had been two hours since his nightmare. Now he could barely remember it.
Raph glanced up as Leo stepped into the room, tying on his mask.
"Mornin,'" Raph said to Leo, who was giving him a confused look.
Well. It's a start.