Finally, finally the sequel of Dark World has begun. Diving deeper into your psych and bring you edge of your seat entertainment. Remember all you 'good' people, send in your reviews and suggestions so I could continue on with this series. Refer your friends to view if they dare. For now we are at a T rating due to some swearing. However it may be bump to rating M depending on what you like. Grab a seat and enjoy.
Disclaimer: This author doesn't own the turtles or the buddies.
Bits of snow dripped down Casey's neck, sending violent shivers all over his body. He reached back to wipe the rest off before pulling up his hood. It had been several hours since April left home to see the turtles.
He never worried before. When they hadn't seen each other for a length of time, it wasn't unusual for April to stay for hours, talking and joking with her dearest friends, even ignoring Casey's calls.
For some reason today, something didn't sit right with him. Something wrong and twisted.
The lair door was wide open as if it was expecting company. His gut twisted tightly as he quietly entered inside. Silence hung heavy in the air. The only light desperately crawled beneath the door to Donatello's lab. He opened his mouth to yell for Donnie when he heard voices.
"I'M SORRY, MIKEY. I'M SORRY, MIKEY." "ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR. THEY'RE DEAD. ALL OF THEM DEAD." "I'M FREE. WE ARE FREEE."
Suddenly a blood curling scream ripped through the dead air. April. Casey's blood ran cold throughout his body as he grabbed for his bat. The silence continued to grow louder in his ears when he peeked around the door.
Donatello sat at his desk, trying to fix a camera. Black and white fuss covered the computer screen. The security system must be down. As Donnie grabbed a wrench, a syringe rolled over to the edge of the table.
"NNNNOOOO, DONNIE, DONNIE, STOP, STOP." Casey gripped his bat as he recognized April's scream. Donatello stood up and walked across the room, whistling a bone chilling tone. Casey darted in the lab and felt his jaw drop.
Leonardo, Raphael, and Michelangelo were all strapped down to chrome table. Their eyes wild darting around the room, white foam dripping down their mouth as they continued to mumble irate things.
"No, what are you doing here?" Casey turned to see Donatello leaning over the last table. April's head bobbed side to side. Donatello's brown eyes turned black. "Get out. They're finally safe. They're not going back out."
"Don, Donnie, what have you done?" Casey whispered. Suddenly the mutant turtle pounced on him and began punching. Casey tried to block the attacks but the ninja was too fast. Finally something clicked to the floor.
The syringe. Casey reached for it when Donatello's hands seized around his throat.
"Donnie, stop. STOP." He struggled to breathe as the large hands squeezed tighter and tighter. "My family will be safe. SAFE." Suddenly Donatello felt something stinging his arm and saw the yellow-green liquid disappear.
Casey's face began to spin as Donatello shook his head. He scrambled off of Casey and ran to the living room. He reached the couch and then it was black.
Two years later . . . . .
Leonardo clicked on the lights to the dojo before settling down for his meditation. The impulsive urges to check them again slowly decreased over time. There had been times he had difficulty counting over four.
He never imagined Donatello going as far as he did to keep his family safe. Leonardo shivered at the thought. He lit some candles by his father's shrine and bowed down in prayer.
Raphael and Michelangelo sat in the living room quietly watching wrestling. Raphael watched as Mikey wrapped his arms around his legs. Mikey seemed to suffer the worst out of all. He still refused to paint with anything except his fingers. He continued to have nightmares of the brush sticking out of his throat.
Strangely enough, Mikey never blamed Donatello for his condition or what he did to everyone else. Raphael began to wonder if they really move on from here and rebuild their strong family.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "I got it," Mikey asked as he calmly walked to the entrance. There stood April and Casey, smiling at their favorite guys. They walked in with a few grocery bags of food and other supplies. April felt back to normal. The biggest relief for her was when there were hardly any side effects to Donatello's serum.
As Leonardo emerged from the dojo, he saw the familiar white paper bag. He sighed heavily as he grabbed the pill case and began to separate the pills into the correct days marked. White large ones in the morning, small blue ones at night. He suddenly stopped. April placed her hand on his shoulder.
"He's getting better, Leo. The psychiatrist is slowly weaning him off of a couple of the medication," she reassured him.
He knew April wanted the best for them all, but he also understood her fear. Donatello couldn't be trusted as he once was. Leo grabbed a couple of the pills and knocked on Donatello's door.
"Come in," whispered a hoarse voice. As Leo opened the door and clicked on the light, Donatello's figure huddled in the corner of his bed. Two years after his psychotic episode, guilt still ran deep inside of him. He looked up to Leo with heavy leaded eyes. He hardly came out of his room except go to the bathroom and take his pills.
April was right. It was progress as before he never left the room. Leo hope his genius brother would come back.
"Come on," Leo waved at Donatello to follow him. His feet dragged the floor, his eyes remained casted down. Shame ran through his soul.
He shoved something in Don's hand. The two usual pills and a new pink one and a cup. "The doctor says it'll help you to stay focus. We'll watch it," April said. Donatello nodded as he entered the bathroom and shut the door.
He stared into the mirror as he filled his cup with water. His face seemed to age within the last two years. Darkened circles formed under his chocolate-brown eyes. He knew of his sins, but he was unsure how he could make amends. Donatello quickly swallowed down the pills and looked back in the mirror.
The cup slipped from his grip and began the slow descent to the ground. Don's hands grabbed his face. His reflection copied him. Then a sinister smile spread across its face. Red orbs glowed where his eyes were. It winked at him as if it was alive. Donatello knew it wasn't him making that evil face.
The reflection leaned forward to him. "I'm still here, genius," the deep demonic voice pierced through Donatello's heart.
Blahabhbah. Oh the things to come.