Silence Is A Sound
Raphael and Michelangelo were playing one of the Silent Hill games when Mikey shuddered, jerked, and made a high-pitched strangled cry. The controller fell from his hands. Raph paused the game and watched him with huge eyes, prepared to move.
Mikey's eyes were open and fully clouded. Raph began twitching. Minutes passed. When Mikey staggered to his feet, Raphael stood with him and grabbed both arms. Mikey looked at him, looked at him with clear and scared eyes.
"Don and Leo," he gasped. "We need to help them. Purple Dragons-"
"Where?" Raph barked.
"I...that junkyard. The one Donnie likes to..."
Raphael spun, grabbed his brother's wrist, shot out of the lair like a viper, feeling Mikey match his speed...
They were topside and melting to shadows before time could register. The junkyard was close by. The sun had just set, throwing orange and red fingers across the sky. Michelangelo hadn't made a sound, and even now his single telepathic projection was quiet: Raphie, you're gonna break my wrist, let go! and Raph yanked away but didn't look back, and they had rolled into the darkness of the junkyard and weapons were drawn and Mikey had already prepared his kusarigama, blade glinting as sharply as Raph's sai. There was absolute silence.
Raph tilted his head toward Mike's. Can you sense them?
Mike's eyes clouded again and his head slowly turned from one side to the other. There. In that corner over there. Tied up with chains. Dragons are gone, they took something Don wanted. He really wanted it, Raph...
Raphael was already running. By the time the two had arrived, their concussed, bruised brothers were awake and unsteady. Mikey used telekinesis on the chains and to help steady them as they gratefully leaned on their rescuers.
Back home, in the infirmary, Donatello allowed Michelangelo to dip into his mind and then bark orders at Raph to apply medical treatments. Mike's hands were a little shaky as he probed the bloody head wounds, and Donnie just smiled, mumbling "Good job, little bro" before passing out.
Mikey didn't stop shaking until Raph and Splinter had finished bandaging Leo and Don and made them comfortable. They both had smiles on in their sleep.
"S-sensei, I..." Mikey wrapped his arms around himself to try and stop the shaking.
Splinter took him by the shoulders and nuzzled his face. "You proved yourself to be very strong and clever, my son. I am very proud of you. You should go to your room and rest. I will watch your brothers."
He turned to Raphael, who put up his hands, insisting he was fine - and that he was going to make sure Michelangelo would sleep well. Splinter brewed his special sleep tea and Raph promised to take it to Mike.
Raph came into Mikey's room to find him staring at the ceiling, eyes clouded again. He waited until his brother blinked a few times.
"Hey, Splinter made sleep tea for you. He put honey in it."
Mikey drank the entire cup like a shot. He shivered a little.
"So, what was this vision about?" Raph asked, preparing to slide into bed next to him. Mikey put the cup on the nightstand and drew the extra blankets over them both, automatically resting on Raph's plastron.
"Doesn't matter right now," he mumbled. "Something about cats and mutagen and I think a person with cat eyes. I'm too tired to..." and he yawned, falling asleep.
Raphael lay awake for another half hour, counting the freckles on his baby brother's face.