Dreams Upon Dreams
Warnings: Violence
Disclaimers: I don't own the turtles, Eastman, Laird and Image do. Marvel owns Deadpool and the Avengers, and Sirius owns Poison Elves. (By the way, read Poison Elves. It's great!)
You stand alone in darkness. Draw the blades. Tense. Get ready. Count. Nine on the left, seven on the right. Here they come. Duck, roll, slash, spin, sweep, jump up, slice the blades again. Land, put your back to the wall. Count. Five on the left, five on the right. They pause, waiting, shocked that their comrades are dead or dying on the street. Wait, let them move first. Here they come again. Dodge to the left, cut, leap to the right, avoid the gunfire, light flashes on the swords. Spin and turn again. Count. Four on the left, two on the right. Come on, hurry up, you should be better than this. Don't wait now. Attack. Charge and draw the sword out, pull it back in, take the other across the side, then whip around, stab behind yourself. Duck, sweep, plunge the sword in, stand back. Count. Two on the left, one on the right. Finish it. They attack once more. Sword slowly drawn to the side, then whipped out so quick even you don't see it go by. Three heads hit the floor, then the bodies after them. Easy.
Leonardo's eyes opened slowly. He made certain that no one was around, then sat up. The lair was dark, almost completely silent. He could barely hear his brothers sleeping farther away.
I wonder what they dream, he thought. All I ever seem to dream are nightmares and more workouts.
He shifted to his side on his bed, then closed his eyes again.
"Come on," Lusiphur shouted, still firing into the monster. "Kill this thing before it kills us!"
You nod, raising your swords at the werewolf. Leap between the flailing claws, even the assassin is impressed that you're not hurt. Plunge the sword into the shoulder and pull it back up and out. Land over its shoulder, turn faster than a dervish and slice again, cutting through the back. The werewolf tries to turn to you, but the elf is still putting rounds into its chest. Kneel down, slash at the legs. One comes off. It howls in pain and tries to gut you. Leap higher, stab the sword straight down into the head. It staggers, not falling. Lusiphur changes clips, keeps firing into its face now. Finally the gigantic thing drops down, panting even as it dies.
"Not bad," Lusiphur growls. "Still, that was way too close for comfort."
"At least it's dead," you say. "It is, right?"
"One way to be sure," the elf says, and fires so many times into the neck that the head comes off. "There we go." You both laugh as you start for the bar, eager for a few rounds to take the adrenaline out of your systems.
Leo sighed as he sat back up. He looked at the clock. He had only been asleep for a few minutes, total. There was still six hours to go before they'd have to get up. He turned again and fell back asleep.
Danger, danger, danger, get out of here, run! You turn and race down the street, noticing that you're no longer a turtle. You're a human, and you wear an odd costume of red with black lines. Your swords are on your back, and now you have two automatics, a bandoleer and a really large knife, not to mention lots of throwing stars.
"I'm Deadpool," you realize. "Cool. The Merc-with-a-Mouth." Why am I running?
Glance over your shoulder and notice the Avengers chasing you. Maybe you shouldn't have put superglue in their underroos while they were asleep. Oh well. You got the data chip anyway. A cool fifty thou, even. If you get away.
"Stop, Deadfool!" Iron Man drones, blasting at you with his ion cannons.
"Nonono, DeadPool, Pool," you laugh, somersaulting away. "As in kiddie, wading, of your blood!" You fire your automatics at him, then at the Wasp, who squeaks with fear and ducks behind the Scarlet Witch.
Captain America tosses his shield. "Oh no, must I yield to the shield," you mock, ducking and watching it whirl back and strike Hawkeye's forehead. "Nice toss, Cap! You oughtta sign up with the Yankees. Get it? Yankees, Captain America? Ah, none of you know great comedy, bunch of spandex stuck ups!"
A crackle of lightning hits you. "Ouch, we'll at least it don't strike twice" ZAP! "Hey, what gives? Oh, hammer head. Joy, I get to fight a Norse god. Hey, why don't you just let me take off and we'll call this a day."
"I say thee nay! Verily and forsooth thou must returneth thine booty to us, lest thou taste our mightyestest wrath!"
"Say what? Booty? Taste? Mightyestest? No way, Jose, that sounds obscene. You need to wash your mouth out. And start speaking English for a change! We're in the 20th soon to be 21st century!" Fire at him, leap into an alley. Thor stops, but the others don't. They plow into him and pile up, with the Wasp landing on top and stinging an unknown spandex bottom. "Whoa, Avenger orgy on a god! Sorry, guys, you play too rough for me. 'Sides, a tiny lady and a metal fetishist is just too obscene for my virgin eyes. That's one data chip, a pile of superduds, and one crafty merc to go." Tap the teleport belt, take off.
Leo sat up and lowered his head. Yes, the dreams were getting cooler, but come on, he needed to sleep. Just relax and try not to think about it. Maybe this time he could get a decent sleep. He lay back down.
You stand on the roof, opposite of your brothers. They here to stop you, but from what? You look at the dagger in your hand, the man at your feet. Oh, they're too late. You already killed him. Who was he? Who cares? He's dead, it feels so good to kill. His blood is like a drug.
Your brothers look at you in fear. Doesn't matter. You don't want to fight, though, not right now. You just want to kill, and they might be able to fight you off. Better to pick them off one at a time later. Right now you need to get the hell out of Dodge. You start to run toward them, and they take a startled step back. Suddenly you leap over them and keep running.
"Wait, Leo!" Raphael yells, but it's no use. You reach the edge, push away and leap off of the roof, a hundred stories from the ground. Falling, falling, falling...it feels so good. Dropping off the edge of the world. Twist, jump off of the side of the wall, now the other wall, back and forth, finally land on the top of a truck hard, but alive. The truck is driving faster than it should, doesn't matter. Your brothers are behind you somehow. You have to keep going. Jump off again, falling, find a motorcycle, steal it. Now you're speeding down the highway, taking dangerous curves and turns and endangering lives. Who knew it felt so good to be evil?
Leo groaned softly as he turned again. This wasn't working. He sat up, then stood and headed for the living room. Everything was still dark, so he quietly checked on his brothers. Raphael and Michelangelo, both in the same room, were fast asleep. Raphael kept snarling and cursing in his dreams like a drunken sailor, and Mike...his hands made odd movements in the air.
"Come on, Lara, jump..." he whispered.
Leonardo rolled his eyes. Tomb Raider. He had to find some way to drag his little brother from that game. He was starting to play it in his sleep. He went over to Donatello's room and found his fingers flying, as if he were typing. He was muttering something, but it was hard to make out.
"Open brackets u close brackets open brackets a space h-r-e-f equals open quotes h-t-t-p-colon-backslash backslash dub dub dub dot d-i-g-i-t-a-l-m-i-d-n-i-g-h-t dot com backslash a-r-c-h-i-v-e close quotes close brackets open brackets backlash a close brackets..."
Leo just shook his head and left him. Apparently everyone was getting a good night's sleep except him. He went into the practice room and sat down on the mat to meditate. The practice room was quiet and warm, and not a single spec of light made it inside. He closed his eyes and drowsed...
He opened his eyes after what felt like a few moments, and sighed. What was the use? Might as well go back to bed. He stood up and headed for the door, as wide awake as he'd been in the morning. He opened the door and found his three siblings wolfing down breakfast.
Aw, no...no way...
"Hey, there he is!" Mike said, his mouth half full.
"We thought you took off early," Don looked over his shoulder.
Don't let on don't let on "I was just in the practice room," Leo said, heading for his room.
"You wake up way too early, Leo," Raph yelled after him.
Leo looked at his clock. Six thirty. "This...is going to be a bad day..." he muttered.
"No sleep last night?" he heard his master's voice behind him.
Leo sat on the edge of his bed. "I must have slept...but I don't remember it..."
Splinter chuckled and turned back to the living room. "Yes, those nights are the worst. I will still expect you in the practice room in a few minutes, though."
Leo nodded and sighed. "I'll be right there." Splinter left and Leonardo stared at the wall.
Come on, Lusiphur says, you just gonna sit there when you could be practicing? Get yer ass in gear!
"Go screw yourself," Leo growled. A moment later, he stood and headed for the practice room.
The End