A Dark History
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S through Z › TMNT - Movies
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
19
Views:
9,142
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Farmhouse, Part 2
The next week was hard for all four Turtles as they were discovering a dark side of their nature none of them knew existed. Michaelangelo sparred alone, driven on by a demonic strength which threatened to destroy his reason. In an old barn at the back of the farm house he practiced the most devastating moves of Ninjutsu repeatedly, never resting, until they were perfected.
However, his constant sparring with no rest began to affect him, and he was steadily growing weaker. His asthma plagued him, and his practicing began to become dangerous to himself. The constant training was keeping his mind off the terrible events that had happened so recently, but his body was suffering.
Donatello had been moved from the couch, to the bedroom where he lay in constant pain, unable to sleep. The shell on his back was hardening and brittle, and a film of hard skin had formed on his back, like a nail that is broken off and forms itself once more. The pain was excruciating. At times it was so unbearable Donatello would only wish for his life to end. At other times he would suffer paralysis and become terrified that he would lose all feeling in his body. The feeling left though, and he would be in pain once more.
Leonardo had taken to wandering further and further from the farm house. Unable to comprehend there was nothing he could do to ease Michaelangelo's mental state, Donatello's constant pain and Raphael's reclusiveness he'd become like a hermit, often traversing steep hills and long fields. He was gone for days at a time, and would eventually return with a distant and miserable expression. He had lost all faith in his leadership capabilities, and he'd become very, very alone.
Raphael had completely sealed himself off from the outside world. He would become like a statue and not respond to discussions or questions. He would often lie on his bed with his Walkman trying in vain to drown out the cries of Donatello. He had lost interest in the world around him, and had taken to reading in the evenings. Most of the books he read were about outcasts from society that ended very badly.
April had become a mother to Donatello, nursing him through the worst moments. She constantly fed him different remedies in the hope that one would take effect, yet his condition still pained him terribly. She had never been so close to losing a close friend before, and Donatello had frightened her with his screams. He would call to her sometimes, and she would just be scrunched up on the floor, her hands to her ears trying to forget for one instant the agony Donatello was going through.
All of them were wounded and scarred both physically and mentally. In need of each other they could only, in their despair, turn each other away. It was only a matter of time before one of them reached a breaking point.
However, his constant sparring with no rest began to affect him, and he was steadily growing weaker. His asthma plagued him, and his practicing began to become dangerous to himself. The constant training was keeping his mind off the terrible events that had happened so recently, but his body was suffering.
Donatello had been moved from the couch, to the bedroom where he lay in constant pain, unable to sleep. The shell on his back was hardening and brittle, and a film of hard skin had formed on his back, like a nail that is broken off and forms itself once more. The pain was excruciating. At times it was so unbearable Donatello would only wish for his life to end. At other times he would suffer paralysis and become terrified that he would lose all feeling in his body. The feeling left though, and he would be in pain once more.
Leonardo had taken to wandering further and further from the farm house. Unable to comprehend there was nothing he could do to ease Michaelangelo's mental state, Donatello's constant pain and Raphael's reclusiveness he'd become like a hermit, often traversing steep hills and long fields. He was gone for days at a time, and would eventually return with a distant and miserable expression. He had lost all faith in his leadership capabilities, and he'd become very, very alone.
Raphael had completely sealed himself off from the outside world. He would become like a statue and not respond to discussions or questions. He would often lie on his bed with his Walkman trying in vain to drown out the cries of Donatello. He had lost interest in the world around him, and had taken to reading in the evenings. Most of the books he read were about outcasts from society that ended very badly.
April had become a mother to Donatello, nursing him through the worst moments. She constantly fed him different remedies in the hope that one would take effect, yet his condition still pained him terribly. She had never been so close to losing a close friend before, and Donatello had frightened her with his screams. He would call to her sometimes, and she would just be scrunched up on the floor, her hands to her ears trying to forget for one instant the agony Donatello was going through.
All of them were wounded and scarred both physically and mentally. In need of each other they could only, in their despair, turn each other away. It was only a matter of time before one of them reached a breaking point.