Dreams
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The next morning, April Oneil strolled her way up to the Manhattan Mental Institute and stood in front of the door. She fingered at the pass that was fraud in her pocket, knowing that this was her way of getting inside. She unintentionally looked up, seeing two figures going across the skies to the top of the roof. When the boys asked her for this favor she was a little thrown off. She knew that Michelangelo was struggling after the death of the child, but wasn't aware of Raphael's mental break.
She remember getting the call late that night, asking for her presence. When she came by, she was immediately escorted to the lab, under the radar of Master Splinter. Raphael wasn't comfortable with their father knowing just yet about this weird phenomenon happening around him. He wanted to take care of it himself if he could. Besides, he was sure whatever was happening was far out of his father's control.
When she entered the lab, she saw Mikey on the cot. She immediately felt concerned seeing the youngest lay motionless. Donnie explained to her that he has a seizure and he will recover. Leonardo told her, her assistance was needed in talking to one of the victims of the cults ritual. It was hard finding a child since a couple were sent out of state and some ended up killed by some weird happenings. They only had one lead and that was a little girl named Susan who was locked away at the institute.
She felt morally conflicted walking into this place of sanctuary pretending to be someone to help the girl, when in reality she was going to use her for information. She suddenly cringed as she heard the high pitched squeal of the earpiece.
"April?" She heard Leonardo's voice on the other end.
"Yeah?" She said with some annoyance.
"We got you hooked up. The pass should work. You should be able to just walk in." He explained.
"I don't know guys. This seems wrong. I'm not this girls social worker what happens if she gets her hopes up?" she asked.
"Don't worry April. You are just the the advocate gathering information for the social worker. Nothing more." Leo tried to convince her. She bit her lip before taking a breath and entering the building.
It was immediately cold when she walked in. A small shiver ran down her arms as she walked over to the front desk, ignoring the absent noises coming from the patients of this facility. She looked around the see all ages sitting around, playing with cards, pacing in place, or just staring out into nothingness. Nothing about this place was comforting and it pained her to think a child was here, alone. When she made it to the desk, they scanned her ID and let her through the gate, not surprising her since it was Donatello's handy work.
The hallway was long and eerie as it was different shades of white and grey. It smelt of latex and mixed with urine. Chills ran up her arms as she walked down this hallway, concerned as to why a child was in a place like this. She could hear the quiet screams coming from some of the patients of this facility. She just hoped she would make it to the girls room soon.
Up above, Leonardo kept the earpiece close, waiting for April to make contact with the girl. He could feel Raphael standing behind him, tense and unsure. A slight annoyance reached him against Raph for being so skittish. This was his idea why was he acting like a scared child? Leo quickly bit his lip, shaking the negative emotions off. It was starting to make him panic how often he felt he was coming undone. It all started that night at the burning church. Since then, it has felt his patience is non existent. And that was terrifying.
"Hello?" He heard Aprils voice and quickly straightened up, catching Raphaels attention and moved to sit next to Leo, grabbing the twin ear piece from the bag so he can listen in too.
April opened the door to the room and flinched. The room was small and padded. All that resided was the bed, where the little girl sat criss crossed on top of. She looked up to April and she had to hold back her breath at looking at the child. Her orange hair was matted, as if he hadn't been brushed in days. Her skin was pale with her freckles outlining her face. Her blue eyes were haunting, a classing ginger. April took note of the soft restraints on the girls wrists that were connected to the bed. She was bound, and that didn't calm Aprils nerves.
"Hi Susan, my name is April O'neal." She introduced herself. The little girl didn't respond, merely just stared at the older redhead. April took her time, but moved closer only to watched the girl back up as much as her restraints would let her.
"Hey it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, I just need to ask some questions. Is that okay?" She said in a quiet voice. The little girl just stared at her for a moment or two before finally nodding in acceptance. April was feeling her heart twine seeing the utter fear and trauma on the girls face. Leo's voice came to her mind, snapping back to reality.
"April, ask her about the night at the warehouse. About the cult." He explained. She nodded in understanding. She smiled at the girl.
"Hunny, I was hoping you could tell me about the night you came here. Do you think you can tell me about the people you were with that night? The people in the cloaks?" She asked. The little girl shook her head.
"I don't remember. I already told the other lady that." She said in a small voice. April realized she must have been speaking about her real social worker.
"I know sweetie." She lied. "I just need to go over some more information is all. So you don't remember that night?" she asked again for clarification. The little girl shook her head.
"Okay what's the last thing you do remember?" She asked. The little girl played with the sheet under her fingers for a moment.
"I was at the pool, with my mommy. We were waiting for daddy and sean to come home." She said not looking up at April.
"Sean is your brother?" She asked. The little girl nodded. " Where is he?" The little girl looked up, hollowed eyes bearing into April.
"He died, like mommy and daddy." April was so invested in the stare that she almost missed Leonardo trying to get ahold of her.
"April!" He spoke up. She made a small sound alerting him she was listening.
"The memory she is referring to is 2 days before the family was killed and she was abducted." He explained. She nodded in understanding. This girl is missing parts of her memories.
"Do you know who the people were that took you?" She asked. The little girl shook her head slowly.
"They had a weird symbol. I don't remember who they were but I remember the drawing." She said.
"What was it?" April asked.
"It was an infinity sign. It has a line through it. It was hot." She said, staring at the wall ahead of her. April was slightly confused by her wording but decided not press the subject seeing how tense the little girls body was starting to get. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a photo of the turtles all together. She remember Donnie telling her there was some strange connection with this and Mikey, and maybe if she saw the photo of her heros from that night, maybe that will shake up some memories.
"Can I show you something?" She asked. The little girl initially did nothing, but gave a little nod in acceptance. April looked at the photo and smiled at the memory of when she took it. She and the boys went out to the beach late at night and got on top of the lifeguard stand. She felt warm from the memory but quickly reverted her attention back to the little girl and handed her the photo. She took it with ease, and put it in her lap. She suddenly tensed. Her eyes glued to the photo and April couldn't help but to follow her fingers.
She dragged her finger with shaky movements across the photo. She rested her finger over Leo's face, then dragged it down to Donnie, whispering something under breath. She went to Raphael and hesitated for a moment. She made a choking noise before landing her finger right over Mikey.
"Vessel." She whispered. She shot her head up to look at April but it wasnt looking at her but more through her. April panicked as she saw the girl was starting to crumple the picture and quickly snatched it back.
"Vessel!" The little girl screamed.
"What?" April asked out of breath as she started to feel her heart starting to quicken.
"April whats happening?" She heard Leo's voice in her head.
"I-I don't know." She admitted. She watched as the girl started to thrash in her bindings. She gave out a high pitched scream that made April bump into the door. She scrambled to the nob and opened the door, crying for help down the hall, attempting to be louder than the child inside. April looked back and froze. The girls body was bent at an unnatural angle, face up towards the ceiling, as if someone was holding her middle. She suddenly dropped, shook violently. April didn't make much move but was quickly pushed to the side as the doctors and nurses came in.
"April get out of there!" Leo yelled. She couldn't agree more. She looked back once more to see the girl looking back her, broken eyes, being shielded as the doctors swarmed her. April never ran as fast as she did out of the hospital and never turned back.
Donatello typed away on his laptop, checking back every once in a while on Michelangelo who was still unconcious on the cot. He got the update saying Leo and Raph were on their way back but didn't have much to show for their expedition. He yawned and shut his laptop, rubbing his eyes. He had been searching for the past couple of hours trying to find some link to the cult they have been dealing with and has come up with nothing. There was no signs, no markings or anything to identify this group and their intentions. Now to hear his brothers were coming home with nothing didn't make anything better.
A creek caught his attention as he looked to the side and nearly jumped out of his seat seeing Mikey had set himself up, feet hanging on the side of the cot and head down.
"Mikey you scared me." He mentioned taking a breath but quickly grew concerned when Mikey didn't respond. Donnie scooted closer to his brother, trying to get a better look at his brother but saw Miley was trying to evade his look.
"Hey are you feeling okay?" He asked. Growing closer to his face. He saw a slow shake of Mikey's head in disagreement, making Donnie take a breath.
"What's wrong bro?" he asked. He saw a shaky intake of breath from Michelangelo.
"Donnie, do you know what it's like to be burned alive?" He asked in a small, subtle tone. That immediately made Donnie attempt to sit back but Mikey reached and grabbed hold of his older brothers arm keeping him in place. Donnie bit his lip.
"No. I dont Mike." he said as he attempted to pull his arm back but found it to be useless. Slowly, Mikey moved his head till he was looking Donatello in the eye.
Do you want to know?" He asked. Donnie didn't answer him, searching through the blue orbs for answers to his brothers strange behavior.
Suddenly, he felt a strange sense of heat coming from behind him. He looked behind to see his lab suddenly being consumed by flames. Inch by inch, the fire got closer and Donnie knew it was time to move. He felt a heated sensation that was starting to grow painful on his arm. When he looked down and almost shrieked. A burned 3 fingered hand was holding him tightly. He looked up to see Mikey looking back at him but it was him persay. His body was burned, almost turning into ash. Donatello's heart was racing as he tried to move away but was in too much fear to move. A sudden shriek coming from his now searing brother jolted him from his desk.
"Woah woah! Calm down dude!" Was heard in a distance and Donnie jolted from his seat and ended up on the floor, scooted as fast as he could.
"No! Get away! GET AWAY!" He hollered, hitting his shell against the wall. When his body finally registered he was no longer in danger, he scanned the room to find everything perfectly intact. He looked up to see Mikey standing over him with a cup of coffee in hand, some residue on the side showing that some had made it out of the cup.
"Wha-what happened?" Donnie asked, still trying to calm his breath.
"You tell me bro. I just got up a little while ago and got you some coffee and I spilt some on you and you freaked." Mikey explained putting the cup down and helping Donnie up. Don looked down at his arm and saw the coffee spilt on his arm, cooled at this point. He took a deep breath and looked over his brother. He seemed to look almost normal. His eyes were bright and his stance was strong like normal.
"Mikey you feeling alright?" Donnie asked, wiping away the coffee before sitting down. Mikey shrugged.
"I guess. My head hurts a bit and my arm isn't feeling too good either. Did i hit my head last night and scratched up on something?" He asked, pulling up his arm. Donnie looked over the bandage and saw the blood seeping through. Donnie grew concerned.
"Mikey, you got this last week remember? With what happened at the warehouse and the kid?" Donnie tried to remind him. Mikey gave him a sour face.
"What kid? Last I remember we were fighting a bunch of foot ninja down over on central." He said. Donatello's jaw dropped. He quickly took hold of Mikey's arm and unwrapped the bandage to see not only has the wound not started to heal, it's gotten worse. He grimaced at the sudden stench he got from the wound and sat back. Mikey looked down at his arm and back at Donnie.
"Yo Don, whats going on?" Mikey asked with concern in his voice. Donnie didnt look at him but stared at the ground. Mikey's memory was almost a month ago. Donatello was starting to fear this injury was far worse than he originally anticipated. At least now he will have a distraction to work with to avoid dealing with what his dream was suppose to mean.
A/N: WOW Sorry that took so long guys! But I hope you enjoyed and please review (: I have another horror type story Deliver Us From Evil if yall wanna check that out! Till next time!
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