TMNT 2012 Nightshade

Ep 4: Slipping

"No please! Take my money! I didn't mean anything!" A thug begged as Nightshade stood over him. He was apart of the Purple Dragon, and that meant he was a bad person.

Nightshade put his scyths against the guy neck, "You think your so tough don't you? You're just like all the rest of them." He said turning the blade where the guy could feel the sharp point.

"W-what do you want from me?" The thug asked whinnying like a child.

Nightshade grabbed the guy and held him over the side of a building, "Tell the other members of your little 'gang', that Nightshade rules the streets now. Step out of line..." He tossed the guy back onto the roof. "And you really will go off next time."

The thug stumbled as he nodded his head, "Y-yes, I'll tell t-them." He shuddered as he began to run off. 

Nightshade just stood there for awhile, before retreating to a nearby abandoned building. He shook his head as he plopped down on the floor. "These guys aren't worth my time."  He said while re-adjusting his helmet. "Man, this thing is stuck. How do I turn off the voice scrambler?" After struggling with it for awhile, he admitted defeat. "Oh whatever, no one's around anyway."  He slowly removed his helmet, while looking around nervously. "Imagine if Raph saw me now, he'd try to kill me." Mikey said with a small laugh. He shook head while wiping his face. While he was in the suit, he wore a black mask instead of his normal orange. He felt that it suited him better when he did this, Whatever this was. 

He wandered around the building, looking at stuff that scattered the ground. It was an old apartment complex, but it looked like it hadn't been used in a long time. 

Mikey walked into one room, a broken mirror lay vacant in the corner. He walked in front of it, and just looked at himself briefly. He held the helmet in one hand, and had a few crystals attached to the utility belt. For a split second, Mikey wasn't sure who he saw in the mirror. But it was him. He didn't want to be looked at as the bad guy. He was doing them a favor, if anything they should thank him! He shouldn't have to hide behind a mask. Alas, wasn't he already doing that? Perhaps, maybe this WAS him, and what was before was the mask. "How ironic." It didn't matter though, because it would be one thing if he was just taking down criminals, but what he was doing he knew his brothers would never approve of. Besides, THEY were part of the problem, and a target.

He glanced at the mirror once more, his eyes met his own. They were completely devoid of any certainty. And they were also... grey.

"Michelangelo." A voice said. 

Mikey jumped and whirled around holding up his weapon. His helmet dropped at it scared him once more. "No, that's... he isn't here."

"But my son, I've never left."

Mikey looked back at the mirror, and saw a reflection of his once great master, Splinter.

Nonetheless, Mikey was still mad at Spinter.

"You're not real." Mikey said to the image, or to himself.

"What have you done Michelangelo? My son wouldn't have rid himself of love as you have. You can't forget who you are my son." 

"SHUT UP! Stop saying that! You don't know who I am! You never have!"

Splinter seemed to frown, and Mikey turned away.

"You are a gentle spirit Michelangelo, this evil you have obtained is warping your mind. You must-" 

"No!" Mikey interrupted. "I must do nothing! This has been the greatest gift given to me. Accepting this will avoid me the same mistake that got you killed!"