AllMighTMNT

    Leo’s dreams tasted different that night.      After watching his worst fears paraded before his eyes, he wondered (head heavy on his pillow) if they would follow him into slumber, a never-ending repetition of his recent nightmares. Or would he actually sleep soundly, his brain exhausted from the day’s chaos?      Mmm. No such luck.     It’s cold. And dark.     Where- where am I? Where’s-?     “-Raph?”     “Leo.” His brother steps out of blackness, green eyes shimmering (in what light?), Leo’s name sibilant and mocking on his lips. Leo opens his mouth, caught between relief and c

Disclaimer: I do not own the turtles... sadly. Category: Tragedy/Family/Comfort Stars shined down on a city with equally bright lights from every building. The main streets were crammed with cars. The sounds of the bustling city were loud, buildings rose like great pillars out of the glimmering sea of cars. The city was true to its description: The City That Never Sleeps. On winding back roads, where no cars ventured, a red speeding craft wove its way through garbage. Raphael leaned low over his shell cycle as he and his riding companion weaved between heaping piles of garbage. He wore his helmet; his companion did not have one. Orange mas

Worse Than Its Sting Raph was in an irritable mood. Summer had a strangle hold on New York City and its inhabitants were sweltering. Although the lair usually maintained a fairly even temperature due in part to its location and in part because of the crystals, for the past couple of days even their home wasn’t immune from the oppressive heat. Don had set up fans that he’d scavenged and repaired but all they did was move the hot air around. Somehow Master Splinter appeared cool despite the temperature and just because his sons were uncomfortable, he hadn’t let up on them in practice. Mikey had made a desultory offer a