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*The dream starts out innocently enough. He's running across the rooftops on familar feet, not his new ones. Just running. The kind you do when you know no one is chasing you, but you pretend anyway. He feels free and alive. The people below learned long ago that looking up is a waste of time and effort, so there's no real risk of being spotted.

Then it's there. A flash of movement in the corner of his eye. Dark shapes in a dark background. It's subtle, and yet stands out like a beacon. His limbs move like lightning. In a flash weapons are drawn. The weight of the sai in his hands is comforting. Empowering even. There's a confidence that just radiates from the weapons themselves. It's unclear if time is moving faster or slower, as is the way with dreams, but suddenly the once quiet roof top is covered in hooded black clad men.

Raph is twitching in anticipation, waiting for the first to strike, not wanting to leave himself open to attack as he focuses on one target.
The attack comes from the side. A throwing star grazes his cheek. The strike wasn't meant to do more than draw blood. It's a warning shot. Warm blood, which cools the instant it leaves the skin, begins to trickle down his face.

All is silent, until one of twitches suddenly. Must be a newbie.
The rest of them lunge forward. Vision is useless, for the most part, as the roof is now a constantly shifting tie dye of black. He's hit a couple of times, but the pain of that is overshadowed by the crunch of bones, and the feeling of soft flesh giving way under sharp metal. The air smells of warm copper, which leaves a satisfying metallic twinge on his lips. There is an overall sensation of euphoria. He loves this. The battle. The fighting. Winning. Watching those against him fall.

Those that can, begin to flee. He grabs one attempting to retreat, and throws him over the edge of the roof. There is a split second where he thinks he caught sight of a long hairless tail. Like something a rat would have. He shakes the thought from his mind, and turns towards the attacker trying to sneak up on him.

Only, he isn't carrying sai anymore, but rather a large pipe wrench. He spins, hitting the attacker, who must have moved at the last second, because there isn't the satisfying crunch he's looking for. Rather a small thwack, and a louder thud. He'll have to deal with him when he comes to. Which'll be after the next attacker, who think's he too is being sneaky and silent. Raph spins around and easily gains the upper hand, pinning the attacker underneath him. The attacker struggles, and Raph hits him until he stops moving. There's power in each punch. Satisfaction. He's tap dancing on the edge of creulty.

He's not sure why, but he pulls the mask of the body beneath him.
It's not the Asian face he's expecting to see.
It's not even human.
It's his brother.

"Leo?", his voice is shakey. Leo doesn't move.
Raph holds up his hands to his face.
They're three fingered, and would be green if not for the shiny coating of blood.

He wakes up.*

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