Remember. [TMNT 2012]

Chapter 46; Raphael

Song: Never Say Never - The Fray

I burst into my little brother's room. "What's wrong?!" I ask in alarm.

   The orange-clad turtle is sitting on his bed, a mortified expression on his face. He has his blanket shielding the top of his head, like it will save his life.

   Edmund is already there, a few feet away from the turtle. He beat me into the room. Leonardo, Donatello, and Elizabetta all appear behind me as well, panting.

   "What's going on in here?" Leonardo asks, holding one of his katanas out as he surveys the room.

   "That's what I'm wondering," Edmund says curiously.

   "You look as if you've seen a ghost," Donatello comments as he sits down beside Michelangelo. He gently examines the turtle's injured arm.

   "I-I think I d-did," Michelangelo stammers. His eyes are fixed on one spot in the room. I follow his gaze, but there's nothing there.

   "You think you did what?" I press, walking closer to Michelangelo and pulling the blanket off of his head. Looking closer, I realize he is shivering. "Are you cold or something?"

   "I think I s-saw a phantom," the young turtle stutters.

   "A phantom?" Donatello sighs, shaking his head. He immediately gives up on checking Michelangelo's arm. "He's fine, guys. He's just delusional," he diagnoses, before walking out of the bedroom.

   "I'm serious!" Michelangelo insists, finally recovering from his flabbergasted state. "I saw something! It was big and black, like a shadow! I couldn't even see its face! It was freaky!"

   Leonardo frowns. "You should know better than to wake everyone up over a nightmare, Mikey," he says, the disapproval evident in his voice.

   "It wasn't a dream! It was real!" Michelangelo argues.

   I thump him on the back of the head to make him shut up. "Quit being stupid, you moron. You scared the shells off of us," I snap.

   "But guys!" Michelangelo is whining now. Can't he just let it go?

   "Goodnight, Mikey," Edmund yawns, before walking out of the room. Leonardo and Elizabetta follow, with me dragging behind.

   As we travel to the main room, Edmund heads off to his resting place. I start to head for mine as well, but Elizabetta whispers something to Leonardo and catches my attention.

   Now that I'm more awake, I notice she looked frail. Her face was a pale white and her hands are shaking more violently than Michelangelo was. She looks ready to faint.

   Leonardo nod to her once and goes into the kitchen, the teenage girl following. Intrigued, I head after them.

   "What's going on?" I ask them both, making them spin around, frightened. I have to swallow a laugh at how jumpy they are.

   "Why are you following us?" Leonardo ask peevishly.

   "I asked you first," I point out, feeding off of his irritation. It's about time he stops keeping secrets from the rest of us. We're a team, after all.

   "I just blacked out in my room," Elizabetta answers, oblivious to the blue-clad turtle's aggravation. So that's why she looks weak.

   "Why?" I questioned, taking a seat on the island counter. Does she have some disease I'm not aware of?

   But her response isn't satisfying. "I don't know." Her voice is barely audible.

   I sniff and cross my arms. "Fine, then. Don't tell me. It's not like I deserve to know or anything."