Hiya everybody! I know I'm super uper late on this story. *sigh* Ole marching band keeps one busy, and ya know...that whole school thing to! Shoo lesson one of high school! Make sure you know what your getting into if you ever join an AP class an- Ok I'm getting off topic completely. On to the point! Here you all are! Chapter 1!

It was almost midnight and a starving Michelangelo found himself once again sitting quietly on his bed, nothing but his thoughts keeping him company.

He sighed thinking to himself.

'Staring at these concrete walls makes me bored... and being bored makes me hungry... and being hungry calls for nothing else but...pizza! Dude, a pineapple pizza sounds AH-MAZING right now. I really don't wanna get up...but my hunger is calling me!'

Mikey rose to his feet, immediately thinking up a scheme to get outside of the quiet lair very quickly and stealthily.

He peaked his head out of his door and looked both ways cautiously taking in the scene around him.

'Pitch black, good.'

Mikey grinned as he found his way out of the lair, normally he would have never even thought of going into the pitch dark, he had been deeply scared of the dark but now that he was sixteen he was done being scared so he simply got more and more used to the dark!

'Am I good or what?' Mikey thought as he lifted the grimy and slightly heavy manhole cover, the slight movement of the metal revealed a beautiful scene of the dark sky and the faint glowing of city lights.

He stared in awe then quickly realized he was only half way out of the manhole, he hurriedly slipped out of the manhole and covered it back with the dirt encrusted cover.

Making his way up the fire escape stealthily and stepping onto the barren rooftop he looked at his surroundings, he was all clear, for now.

Mikey turned and took a deep breath and relaxed as he gazed at the scene in front of him, New York City seemed to burst with colors and eye catching sights.

He smiled as he jumped a few rooftops towards his favorite pizza place, Jays Pizza, when he arrived though he face palmed.

'What...the shell...was I thinking?! It's midnight and I'm expecting Jays to be open!?'

Mikey sighed and hung his head, as he did a distant sound of a car honking reminded him that the city was right on from of him along with people that could possibly see him.

He backed away from the buildings edge. 'Sheesh...at least I got to see the city... but I better get going, knowing my luck the guys have somehow woken up and found me missing.'

Mikey chuckled and took off running towards the alley way, once he was ground level and lifting the manhole cover up and over about to step on the small ladder something grabbed his ankle.

He yelped kicking the foreign enemy away, but to no avail the creatures grip did not withdraw one bit.

Mikey gasped in pain as he felt the grip tighten to unbearable limits he then realized he was getting dragged to the darker portion of the alley way, this only made him panic more.

He kept trying to kick whatever had him but it seemed as if his foot went right through his opponent.

He screamed and continued kicking as he felt his ankle start to twist around, he tried desperately to get away but nothing he tried worked.

Then all at once Mikey remembered he had actually not forgotten his phone and had slipped it in his secret pocket right beside his left nunchuck holder!

He grabbed desperately for the shell cell ,once he had the small device in his hand he turned it on the flashlight setting Don had cleverly installed and pointed the light towards the thing that had his ankle.

Mikeys eyes widened as he found nothing there, he moved the light around inspecting every inch of the alley when he reached the corner part a ominous shriek sounded along with a swish of wind, then, nothing.

Mikey sat there confused out of his mind still trying to comprehend all he had just witnessed, from what he could understand a shadow had attacked him.

As he tried to gather his thoughts more his phones light slowly dimmed then all at once shut off.

Almost instantly Mikeys ankle once more was attacked except this time it appeared the creature was trying to claw at it while still pulling Mike into the darkest part of the alley.

Mike cringed and shouted out as he pushed the on button of his shell cell once more, all at once the same shrieking sound was heard and the grip on Mikes ankle was released.

Blood trickled down his leg making a small puddle around the wound, this didn't help Mike's nerves at all.

With tears coming down the poor young turtles face he crawled towards the middle of the alley way where the moonlight was strong.

As soon as he got to his location he quickly looked about him, once he was sure he was out of harms way Mikey got his cell out again then unconsciously dialed Leo's number.

Meanwhile...

All was peaceful in the hamato home, the faint sound of snoring could be heard throughout the cozy little abode.

Then, just like that, a loud beeping could be heard.

The blaring alarm came from none other then Leonardo's room. The eldest woke almost immediately, he grabbed for the device responsible for all the noise and clicked the answer button.

"This better be good Mikey! Do you realize what time it is?! Your room is right beside mine Mikey what possessed you to-"

"LEO!" Mike shouted, new tears fresh upon his face. "Please...please help me! The shadow- I'm bleeding and I -it might come back -I need you!"

This had woken the fearless leader up completely. As Leo listened to Mikeys rambling and tried to calm him down he woke a grumpy Don and Raph quickly.

"Mike-Mikey...ok Mikey but you need to- MIKE LISTEN I- Mikey?! Michelangelo! Answer me!"

Leo sighed as he pressed end on his phone. He looked up to meet two confused and concerned stares.

"There's no time to explain, Don I need you to track Mikeys shell cell, QUICK."

Meanwhile a certain orange banded turtle found himself trying to fight off unconsciousness.

Mikey desperately tried to stop the bleeding in his ankle but it seemed like nothing worked! He had tried using his bandana but it wasn't enough, Mikey tried his best to shake off the dizziness but it was in vain.

He knew it was a matter of time now. Tears trailed the young turtles face as he fell back unable to sit up any longer.

He curled up and tried to keep warm against the crisp fall air but it was hard to focus on keeping snug when he knew he was slowly drifting into unconsciousness.

Finally three minutes of terrifying silence and anxiety of the shadow coming back Michelangelo was down.

Fate was responsible for what events would take place next.