Started working on the next chapter of Horizons again, but of course, pulling away from Dragon of the Sun is not going to be instant after focusing on it for so long. I usually just work on one thing until I’m done with a chapter before moving on, but I find myself currently working on both at once. It’s...an interesting experience.
Not bad, necessarily, just working my brain in different ways as I flip back and forth between fandoms.
Anyway, I don’t quite have a Horizons snippet I want to share just yet (maybe soon), but here’s the beginning of the next chapter of Dragon of the Sun:
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This was...strange.
Mikey looked around the small room. It didn't look like anywhere he'd been before- all shiny metal pipes and wires and like some sort of futuristic spaceship. The soft, teal lighting coming from...somewhere gave it an even more surreal feeling.
...Where was he?
A large round door slid open in front of him, and he found himself walking forward and into the hallway beyond.
The hallway wasn't teal, but it was empty in a way that was unnerving. It seemed to stretch on forever, and no matter how far he walked he came across no sharp turns. No doors. Just a gently curving corridor that never ended. Everything was still and silent, like holding your breath right before-...before...
...What was he doing here, anyway?
He couldn't seem to remember where he'd been before this, or what he'd been doing. Something about that felt kind of familiar, but it was a hazy sort of recognition. Like seeing an image through frosted glass.
Something wasn't right.
He kept walking.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally reached the end of the hall. Another door, square this time, slid up, revealing a large room with suspended walkways- and some kind of blue pillar of light right in the center where they all met.
He paused in the doorway.
There was someone standing in front of the light, but it was hard to make them out. Any and all distinguishing features were blurred in shadow, and their back was turned to him. He had an idle thought that he should be suspicious. Cautious. But it was quickly swept away in the haze.
...Where...were his brothers?
He froze midstep, the cloud in his mind receding and bringing everything into sharp focus. The chill of the metal underneath his feet, the soft hum of energy coming from the blue light, even how standing felt a little different in this strange place- a slight, split second weightlessness with each movement that he doubted most would even notice. He supposed he had ninja training to thank for that.
Wait, no. He needed to focus. His brothers. Where were his brothers? What did he remember?
They...had fallen asleep? Yeah. They'd fallen asleep watching a movie, none of them really wanting to be apart after being split for so long. He'd made sure that Usagi sat next to Leo on the couch- Casey taking up the other side -before Raph had all but dragged him to sit between him and Donnie, the three of them leaning against Leatherhead. The heated blanket Donnie'd brought over felt nice on his still achy body, and for the first time in over a day he finally felt completely safe and relaxed. He remembered seeing the opening credits but...nothing after that.
So...did that mean he was dreaming?
He looked around the room again, going to the edge of the walkway and shuddering when he saw nothing but darkness going down. Doubling back to the hallway gave similar results, as the way he'd come from was now pitch black.
Definitely a dream, then.
It was really weird to actually know he was dreaming this time, though. He was pretty sure there was a word for knowing you were dreaming and being able to do stuff in your dream- Donnie had done research on everything sleep related when Leo kept nagging him about staying up so late, and watching him present it all like it was some kind of court case had been pretty funny- but he couldn't remember what it was. He also couldn't remember if it was easy wake up from these kinds of dreams. Was there something he was supposed to do?
His gaze drifted back to the light pillar.
Despite everything being clearer, the figure was still just as shadowed and hazy as before. It hadn't moved at all since he'd arrived, which was waving all kinds of red flags in his brain now that he knew he was dreaming. He looked around again, hoping he'd find something other than approaching it that would get him out of here. When he didn't, he swallowed nervously.
It was just a dream, he reminded himself as he stepped closer. He couldn't get hurt in dreams.
...Right?
He was right behind it now. All he had to do was reach out or say something, but he found himself stuck, his heart racing in his chest.
Danger! DangerDangerDanger!
"Ah..." a deep, rough, and familiar voice suddenly cut through the silence. "I was wondering when you would arrive."
He pulled back, his heart jumping to his throat when he reached down to his belt and finally realized he didn't have his nunchucks. Still, he did his best not to show it as the figure slowly turned around, the haze fading to reveal gray armor and a spiked helmet.
The Shredder.
"What are you doing here?!" he asked. "The last thing I want to see in my dreams is your ugly mug!"
Shredder laughed, which was already super unsettling, but the worst part was the way it started to sound like two voices instead of one.
"Why, Michelangelo," he crooned (and, okay, that was super creepy). "Is that anyway to speak to your father?"
"M-My what?!"
But Shredder was already taking off his helmet, only instead of the hyper realistic human face of Oroku Saki they'd come to associate with the alien, he saw gray fur and glowing red eyes.
His breath froze in his lungs as pointed teeth spread out in a cruel smile.
"I found you, Little Ninja."
Sliver lunged, the sharp metal of the Shredder's claws gleaming as they aimed for his neck. He barely managed to dodge in time, ducking down and springing back up, using the momentum to kick him away.
Or, at least, that had been the plan.
His foot burst through with a sound that immediately had him pulling away and desperately trying not to be sick. Sliver fell to his hands and knees with a wet cough.
Mikey felt his heart stop as Master Splinter looked up at him, heartbroken and betrayed.
"M-My son...Why?"
"N-No! You were-! I-I-I didn't mean-! It wasn't you!"
What had he done?!
"Dad!" his voice broke as a sob tore its way out. He rushed to his side and caught him right as he collapsed, cradling him in his arms. "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
But Master Splinter wasn't responding anymore. His eyes were cloudy and white as he stared lifelessly above. Mikey stared at him in mounting horror and denial, his breaths becoming quicker and quicker with each passing second.
He caught a glimpse of his hands, now red and slippery from slowly cooling blood...
And screamed.
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He snapped awake right before it happened.
One second he was sitting in the dark, nothing but quiet breathing to break the silence of the night, wondering what it was that had triggered his senses.
The next, Mikey was screaming like he was getting his arm broken all over again.
He was already shaking him as the others jolted up in panic.
"Michel-!" Leo began.
"He's havin' a nightmare!" he cut him off, even though he knew it wasn't going to make him worry any less. "C'mon, Mikey, wake up!"
Don sat on Mikey's other side, looking like he was trying to calm himself down as he stared blankly at the wall. Which sent a completely new jolt of concern shooting through him, but as much as he wanted to help both of them, waking Mikey up took more priority right now.
Just a bit, though. He made a note to talk to his brainiac brother about what was bothering him later.
It took a few seconds (each one felt like an eternity), but with one last cry, Mikey finally woke up. Even as he lay there panting, the silence felt thicker than before, ready to smother them at a moment's notice.
“My sons?” Master Splinter asked, joining them in their sort of living room. “What has happened? What’s wrong?”
The others were a bit too far away, and Donnie was too out of it, so he was the only one who noticed the way Mikey flinched at the sound of their father’s voice.
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