Title: Homicidal

Author: vashsunglasses

Rating: T for violence and gore

Summary: "Johnny the Homicidal Maniac" meets the TMNT and wackiness ensues.

Disclaimer: I own neither JtHM nor TMNT.


"In other news, the gruesome killing spree continued today as 15 people were found horribly mutilated at a local 'Hot Topic'. Authorities are still at a loss for a suspect and we urge our viewers to call in if you know anything." Michelangelo winced and turned off the television.

"Man, I wish they'd catch that monster already!" Raph snarled as he walked by, tightening his bandana in preparation for the night's training run.

"Don't you mean that, you want to catch that guy, Raph?" Leonardo said flatly, rolling his eyes, "I'm sure the Nightwatcher would just love to sting that guy from a lamp post by a chain…"

Raphael glared, "I ain't the Nightwatcher anymore Leo, or did you forget that?"

Leo's eyes darkened slightly, "How could I forget?"

"No one is going to be stringing anybody up I'm afraid," Donny said, interrupting from the entrance to his lab, "I've looked at all the evidence the police have gathered and, well, actually evidence isn't quite the right word for it. There isn't any. No fingerprints, or DNA, or trace evidence. It's like he's a ghost."

"Whatever," Raph muttered, "Let's get going already. I'm sick of standing around!"

Leo sighed, "Come on Don, Mikey, let's hit the sewers."

As Michelangelo left the lair he thought back to finding Nny several weeks ago at the beginning of the murder spree. His stomach twisted as he remembered the bodies and the way Nny had grinned at him. He almost ran into a pipe jutting out of the sewer wall and ducked out of the way just in time.

"Are you all right Mikey?" Don asked, falling back to run along side him.

Mikey swallowed back the bile in his throat and replied, "Yeah, I'm fine."

They turned a corner and Don tilted his brow ridge skeptically, "You don't look fine, you seem distracted."

Michelangelo smiled faintly, "I'd tell you if I could bro, but I can't." I literally can't tell you because every time I try to say something about Nny something happens to distract me.

They turned another corner, "You know you can tell me anything, Mikey…" Don replied, the pain of rejection staining his voice.

Mikey sighed, "Ok, I'll try bro, but I'm not making any promises. You see a couple of weeks ago I-"

And then a shurikan sunk into the brick wall between their heads and in an instant all conversation was forgotten as they dived for cover. Or at least Donny seemed to forget it.

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Michelangelo cursed to himself as he saw the Foot Ninja filling the area. It's like a jinx or something! Try to say 'Nny' and face the wrath of fate!

Wave after wave of Foot came forward and after a while Mikey was separated from his brothers, fighting what seemed to be endless enemies. His nunchucks flew in a constant blur of cracking skulls and smashing ribs but it wasn't enough and a blow got through his defenses. He fell to his knees head down gasping for breath that wouldn't come and closed his eyes, waiting for the final blow.

And that's when the screaming began.

He peeked his eyes open and saw in a flash a whirl of blue hair, then shut them again in terror. No! Not HIM!

The screaming seemed to go on forever but finally everything was silent and Michelangelo found himself wishing it had continued. I've totally cracked he thought to himself wildly, I actually want the screaming to continue… Anything so that I wouldn't be feeling his eyes burning holes through me!

"Are you ok?" said the voice that once again reminded him faintly of Donatello.

"Yes!" he squeaked, squinting up to see Nny standing over him.

"Have you told anybody about me?" the young man asked curiously.

"No!" he replied, shaking his head vigorously.

Nny's head tilted to the side, "But I thought you were going to capture me no matter what? Surely you would want your brothers to help you?"

Michelangelo swallowed. He seemed to be doing that a lot that night, "I tried to tell them," he whispered, "but every time I did, something happened to prevent it." He winced, waiting for a blow.

Instead Nny jumped back, as if startled and slightly afraid of the answer.

"What?" Mikey asked breathlessly.

But the skinny, blue haired killer just continued to move backwards in that strange startled panic and eventually faded from view in the shadows.