That Which Prowls in the Dark of Night
The TMNT belong to Mirage and other people not me.
Prologue:
"Mikey!" Raphael yelled as he pulled on the thick heavy rope. "Mikey, you gotta help me!"
Michelangelo couldn't see anything around him. He seemed to be in a dark room filled with a sticky cool fog. He stood between Raphael and a young woman he did not recognize. Both of them were engaged in a tug-of-war against each other, and both were calling on Michelangelo for help.
"You can't help him!" The strange woman told Michelangelo. "I have to make you understand. The only way to survive is to help me!"
"Don't listen to her, Mikey!" Raphael called. "Help me! For crying out loud!"
There wasn't any question on who he would help. Without a moment of hesitation he ran over to his brother, and grabbed hold of the rope. Together they pulled the rope out of the woman's hands.
"We did it!" Michelangelo said happily. A dark eery chuckle made him turn and face Raphael. "Raph?"
Raphael continued to laugh maniacally as his eyes began to glow red, and his body began to take on a sickly orange green tinge. "Yes we did, fool!" Without any warning at all Raphael drew his sai, and struck out at Michelangelo.
Michelangelo managed to block the surprise attack, and jump backwards to give himself more room to move. "Raph! What the shell do you think you're doing?"
"Getting rid of a nuisance!" Raphael said as he struck out again. Again Michelangelo had to scramble to get out of the way.
"But Raph, why? What did I do?" Michelangelo begged his brother for an answer.
Raphael continued to laugh as the orange shadow around his skin became black leathery wings and dirty brown horns. He seemed to grow before Michelangelo until he was twice the size of his brother. "Raphael is dead, turtle boy," The thing that now only bore a slight resemblance to Raphael said. "And now so are you!" It pointed its sai towards Michelangelo, and somehow Michelangelo knew he would not be able to avoid that blow.
"Raph! No!"
"No!"
Michelangelo sat up suddenly wondering if he were dead or not. As he blinked and rubbed his eyes he felt his mattress underneath him, and his flannel Yankees throw blanket over him, and he remembered where he was. He glanced over at his alarm clock. It was only three o'clock in the morning.
"Man," Michelangelo mumbled to himself as he shook his head to clear it. Klunk, the stray cat Michelangelo had discovered last Christmas meowed, jumped up on the bed, and rubbed his head against his owners hand.
"Klunk?" Michelangelo asked as he got his bearings again. Suddenly afraid he picked up his kitten and cuddled him, as Michelangelo shivered in his bed.
"It was that same dream again, Klunk," Michelangelo said. "That's the third time this week, and when I have a nightmare more than once..." Michelangelo hugged the cat close to his chest. "I don't understand. I keep dreaming that Raph is going to turn into some kind of monster, but how can that be? And why am I having these dreams again anyway? I haven't done stuff like this in years."
Klunk didn't have a answer to any of this. He merely meowed softly, and purred to sooth his master. Tired Michelangelo lay back down, cuddling the kitten close.
"What am I going to do Klunk?" Michelangelo yawned before sleep claimed him again. "What the shell am I going to do?"