The Last Of The Three Spirits
Leo looked around, everything was normal. He was in his bed with the duvet neatly over his trembling body, that was a sight he never wanted to see again. Leo sighed and look out a lighter, he grimaced at the sight of the flame; reminding him of Leatherhead or in other words, the ghost of Christmas past. He lit a candle and the warm embrace of the dim light soothes his tense body just a bit. A shadow of Leo's body laid on the wooden ground silently before it began to rise and get thinner. Leo noticed something moving in the corner of his eye and slowly turned to face towards his shadow. The room suddenly became cold and Leo's bed fades away along with the room which turns into a distant black empty space. Leo falls to the empty floor but continued to watch as his shadow become that of a tall man dressed with heavy armour and scars. Leo whimpers as he gets to his knee's in a prayer like gesture.
"Am I in the presence of the ghost of Christmas yet to come?" Leo asked the man that glared down at him. Just the sight of him made Leo want to shred the floor to create some sort of escape.
"You're about to show me shadow's of the things that have not happened but will happen. Is that so, spirit?" Leo's laboured breath was loud, but the phantom man remains silent, keeping a confident stance
"Ghost of the future, I fear you more than any spectre I have seen. But I know your purpose is to do me good. I am prepared to bear you company. Lead on." Leo stood up but the spirit remained motionless once again. Leo works up an inpatient scowl,
"the night is waning fast. It's precious time to me. Lead on, spirit." Leo commanded, out of no where the spirit launches himself at Leo. The turtle staggers back and falls through the floor and he tumbles down a long stone stair way. He lands in a London Square at the feet of three business men, Leo groaned and raised his head to look at the men.
"When did he die?" -man 1
"Bah, last night, I believe. Or sometimes Christmas Day." -man2
"Ha! I thought he'd never die." -man3
"What's he done with his money?" -man2
"Hasn't left it to me. That's I know." -man3
"It is likely to be a cheap funeral. For the life of me, I can't think of anyone who'd want to attend it." -man1
"Haha, I don't mind going... if lunch is provided." -man3
"There! Yes!" -man2
The men laugh, Leo watches with an appalled scowl.
"What a frightful fellow." -man1
The men then depart and vanish away along with passers by and darkness descends. Leo stands, staring into the stair way.
"Get a hold of yourself, Leonardo... you're having a wobbly.." Leo turns away from the stairs and shuffles forward, holding his own hands against his waist. A light casting his shadow on the stair way behind him. Through a light snow fall he peers around the deserted London Square which is illuminated dimly by a solitary street lamp. Behind Leo his shadow morphs into the shape of Christmas yet to come. Looking over his shoulder, Leo notices the Shadow. The shadow raises his hand, steel claws which were wrapped around the ghosts wrist points towards a building where there is a shadow of a horse drawn carriage looms several stories high. The horses come to a stop. One of the horses faces Leo. The head emerges out of the shadows and became a real horses head, its eyes were scarlet red and its body black like ink. It flares and puffs through its nostrils. Leo turns back towards the spirit of Christmas yet to come and his steel claw whips and points at the turtle.
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A Christmas Carol (Tmnt 2012 version)
FanfictionLeonardo Hamato is a mean, miserable, bitter turtle with no friends. One cold Christmas Eve, three ghosts take him on a scary journey to show him the error of his nasty ways. By visiting his past, present and future, Leo learns to love Christmas and...
