A/N: Alright, this is my little break story from SOTW (Shadows on the Wall). It's more of a drabble than anything, please enjoy and don't forget to review :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the TMNT.


Fear is a powerful compulsion to commit acts out of desperation. It is a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, or pain, whether the threat is real or imagined. That is fear. One can think of millions of different ways that one could experience the sheer power of fear. The word itself, in all its sound and tone, was enough to evoke a shiver in the bravest of souls. Not many can avoid being consumed by the power of fear, because, fear has allies. He calls upon the assistance of weakness, doubt, shame, and power. These four allies are enough to render any man motionless and cold upon the ground. However, when combined with the sister of fear, there is not a sliver of hope to feed to the afflicted, to the victim, to the dead fool who should encounter her.

Her name sends chills down the backs of great kings and her power shatters empires. Her voice sends heroes into fits of uncontrollable pain and darkness. She controls her victims with a poisonous tongue and talons laced with treachery. She has bent many men to their knees and broken their backs. Her name is isolation and she seeks out the weak and the feeble to add them to her collection. She consumes them whole and allows them to fester in her acidic gut. The acids tear apart her victims as the sheer immenseness of only isolation can do.

-.-.-.-.-.-

He hadn't seen light in a long time. His eyes had grown accustomed to shadow and dark. It was good and bad. He was skilled in night-sight, but it made him vulnerable to day light. Not a good thing when the day is longer than night in this world. He squinted fiercely against the blinding LCD flashlight's beam as it danced across his features. A growl rumbled in his throat but he did not allow it to escape, lest his "seeker" be startled by the sound. He shifted soundlessly, even with the flashlight trained on him; the seeker could not see him. That made him both proud and disappointed. His blue mask tails rested lightly on the katanas sheathed to his shell, threatening to flutter as a breath from the lair's air conditioning unit breezed over him. He was perched precariously upon one of the rocky perches near the roof of the lair. His muscular legs were as taut as a spring curled underneath his body as he crouched upon his perch. A sincere smile played upon his otherwise solemn features. He couldn't believe his seeker had still not found him. He kept his amusement to himself and leapt at his orange masked seeker. Oh yes, hide-and-seek was his favorite game, especially when played "ninja-style".