Hun's weight shifts forward and the katana plunges downward. The sickening crunch of bones snapping is the loudest thing in the alley.

And red. Red of blood. Red of his mask. Red of his vision.

Someone screams. Maybe it's Donnie or Mikey. Maybe it's a random passerby that happened to be walking past that particular alley. Or maybe it's Leo. That would make the most sense. After all, he's just had his own katana sunken through the hard coating of his shell and into his abdomen. Raph doesn't know. He doesn't really care. It could have been any of them. Did it really matter at this point? Leo- Leonardo, the leader, the protector, the older brother-

Sick laughter. Horrid, satanic, sadistic laughter fills the space. The noise rattles hollowly inside of Raphael. He feels his bones, his flesh, his heart, his very being, chilled to the core at the sound. The metallic sting of fresh blood hits him like a tidal wave. The scent cuts through him like a knife through butter. He swears that he feels the scream of agony as a blade, piercing his plastron and penetrating through his body. The blade lifts. The object beneath it rises with the motion. Then the body crumples and collapses to the ground. Raph hears a single exhale. The brick walls spin around him, they twist and somersault, taunting him with the way his brother's scarlet blood now taints the air and mars the walls. Bile rises in his throat, and he doesn't bother trying to keep it down. The putrid taste of vomit up and leaves his mouth. It stings his throat and he feels like gagging. That didn't just happen. That did not just happen. That couldn't have happened.

Oh, mother of-

Raphael hits the floor in a cold sweat, the strangled scream cut off in his throat, and his limbs tangled in his bedsheets. Heaving and panting in white horror, he struggles to sit up. Groaning, he wipes the haze from his face. Raph shudders, partly from the cold, and partly from the feeling of sick horror that's rising in his stomach and chest. Still shaking slightly, he pulls one hand across his face. It comes back damp from the layer of sticky sweat that covers his forehead. One disadvantage (or perhaps a perk?) of the mutation? Raphael and his brothers now sweated like humans. With finely-tuned hearing, he detects the patter of footsteps, indicating a presence headed his way.

A green, three-fingered hand awkwardly loops under his and pulls him to his feet. "Are you okay?" his voice sounds scraped raw. Raph almost wants to laugh at the irony of the question. "You should be resting." he rebukes firmly. He stares firmly into the maskless gaze. None of the turtles liked to wear their masks to sleep; it often shifted around awkwardly and the knot at the back proved to be quite annoying when they were lying down. Plus, when they were little Master Splinter had deemed it a choking hazard and thus too dangerous to wear at night. Raph assumed that the current situation proved to be no different.

Raph chortles bitterly. "I'm the one who should be resting? What are you doing out of bed?" With clear displeasure written on his face, Raph carefully steers the other turtle out of his room.

"Raph, seriously are you alright? I heard you muttering in your sleep." The turtle in question waves off the other's concern.

"It was nothing. Don't worry about it. You shouldn't even have been awake." Raph enters the bedroom and a haunting chill runs down his spine. As he helps his brother to his bed, he notices with discontentment that the futon is cold. He must have been out of bed for a while. With one hand behind his shell, the turtle is guided into his bed, clearly exhausted. But true to his nature, he refuses to give up without a fight.

"I can't help but worry, you're my brother. Of course I'm going to-"

Raph is quick to cut him off. "I know. Believe me, I know. Just, not tonight. Please? Not... tonight." The pain is evident in the way his voice thickens and he blinks away invasive tears. With some reluctance, the turtle's eyes soften in understanding.

"Okay. I get it." A pregnant pause follows, a heavy thickness in the air. Finally, Raph leans over to bid his brother goodnight.

"I'm glad you're okay, Leo."

It's short. I didn't really know where to go from here. It's kinda filler-y, kinda pointless. But I guess that's up to interpretation. Honestly, I'm not really happy with this chapter, but oh well. Maybe I'll redo it later. I'll try and update soon.