Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - Please Speak Mikey

Chapter 15

Splinter was experiencing the worst fears as a father, anxiety and terrified praying that his sons would be safe after having rescued their baby brother. As he turned his attention from the window to the sofa where April, there first human friend was wrapped in a blanket, shivering and muttering subconsciously. She had been that way since discovering through a vision that his orange child was in danger. Why hadn't she woken up yet? Casey Jones meanwhile was displaying of what could only be described as a lost boy. He wanted to help his friends but was unable to do anything accept wait...something he despise doing. The teen held April's clammy hand while using the other to brush away the damp hair as she continued mumbling, her eyes twitching like she was stuck in a nightmare.

"Save Mikey...danger" she muttered incoherently

"What's wrong with her? Is this like a concussion thing or a spooky mind thing?" he frantically asked feeling more and more desperate. Every corner of the situation seemed to be growing helpless. Splinter full well knowing the answer, at least for the young girl didn't really want to worry the boy any more than he already was. Whatever was happening with his son, April's abilities had allowed her a window through this dark cloud towards him, only now she seemed to have become stuck somewhere along the way, maybe not quite as lost as his son, but the link was drawing her more and more in.

The rat flatten his ears, his back slouched feeling the weight upon his body. Wrinkles on his furry face as he stared outside at the darken sky. Grey clouds emerging together ready to create an angry storm threatening a downpour. His heart clenched pumping loudly, where are my children? It's been over an hour since his three oldest sprinted through the darkness leaving behind a paranoid, loving father to panic borderline desperation. A hand hovering over his eyes Master Splinter took a deep breath walking away towards the middle of the living room behind the sofa. Casey followed his movements as he sat down crossing his legs holding his hands up the forefingers touching the thumbs.

"Master Splinter"

The father's heart ached at the timid voice. The teenage boy's personality had similarities like Raphael. Tough, stubborn, unintentionally speaks out of line hiding away his emotions, however has the ability to be a protective good fighter and loyal to a fault. The ninja master was pleased and thrilled his second son had someone with the patience to deal with his violate boy. Although now the red-clad boy was sullen, quiet and practically non-existent something the father never imagined nor definitely dreamed about. Luckily he was a believer and knew in time everything would return to normal...it had too. The other alternative was just too unbearable to think of.

But now meditation was in order, he closed his eyes concentrating on relaxing his mind and letting it venture through the vortex and enter into the souls of his boys. It was beginning to become a common occurrence, checking and rechecking the fragility and vulnerable state of Michelangelo. To see the darkness has now spread to Raphael's left a piercing wound inside his own soul. The crack had grown on his youngest and another one was developing at a fast rate on his second. Leaving the rat to conclude they wouldn't last much longer. If the reconnection between them didn't stabilise soon....all can be lost in the family. It was his job as a father to protect his loved ones. Inhaling deeply as he searched the inner minds he suddenly gasp at the sharp pain, his head pounding repeatedly as the dark emotions full of rage, sorrow and distress conflicted disturbing images like a flipbook. Splinter was startled out of the meditation by a bolt of lightning, illuminating the house with the booming thunder echoing with the ferocious rain clashing against the glass. The storm was here! Narrowing his eyes in the distance as he saw shadows moving, the rat was extremely grateful to have keen eyesight when they came into view. But why were Donatello and Michelangelo being carried? With fear and trepidation the father rushed towards the door as they immediately brushed passed him.