Sorry for the long delay. Little bit of a writer's block lately. Rated M just in case for inappropriate language and scene. Reviews are always welcomed. No ownership by me on TMNT.

Chapter 4

Mikey whistled as he gave his famous chill a final stir. The aroma of spices and tomato drifted throughout the lair. He added a few pinches of salt before he lowered the stove to simmer.

"That'll do," Mikey said. He hurried to the living room and jumped over the couch. Leonardo and Raphael were doing last minute runs through the city, leaving him at home to do what he pleased.

He groaned when he spotted the remote across the table. The couch was too comfortable and begged him to stay in its soft cushions. He stretched out his leg as far as it could. His toes barely touched the edge of the coffee table. Mikey scooted down in the couch, sticking his tongue out in concentration.

"Success," he announced as his toes grasped the remote. "You're all mine," Mikey spoke seductively as he caressed it with care. He clicked through the channels trying to settle on what he felt like watching. Finally he stumbled across Brad Pitt holding onto Edward Norton's hand. Everything became quiet until Brad poured some kind of powder over the other guy's hand.

Mikey groaned at the sight of the man's hand burning, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. Suddenly a loud whistling sliced through the air. Mikey screamed and ducked to the floor. He listened harder as the whistling continued.

He crept around the couch and followed it towards the dojo. The whistle seemed happy and joyful. It wasn't from the dojo though.

"Could it be?" he wondered. Mikey pressed his ear against the door and smiled. For the first time in two years, he could hear the whirling of drills and metal clinging together. Donatello seemed to be in good spirits ever since their fight with the Foot clan.

"Hey, Donnie." The sounds stopped all together. Mikey swallowed the big lump in his throat. "Want to come watch a movie with me?" No response. He slowly backed away and then he heard the lock click. Donatello poked his head out.

"W-which movie?" he asked as his eyes darted back and forth before settling on his baby brother. Mikey thought for a second and shrugged. "I don't know what it's called, but it's really good though. Please, please, pretty, pretty please."

Donatello gazed at his brother's puppy eyes and nodded in agreement. No matter how old Mikey was that look got him every time. He settled beside Mikey and soon became engulfed in the movie.

It felt like old times again sitting on the old couch and watching off- the- wall movies. Donatello could still hear Leo and Raph fighting in the background while Mikey laughed his ass off. Then Master Splinter would come and settled their home once again.

Father, Donatello thought. His stomach began to churn into knots as a huge lump formed in the back of his throat. How disappointed he would be with his brilliant son. He tried to focus on the movie but the room seemed to be tilting. A strange sensation crept from his fingertips. He could hear Mikey saying something.

The numbness spread up to his elbows. "No, no," Donatello whispered. "No, stop." He began slapping his hands together. Nothing happened. No stinging, no feelings.

"Donnie, what's wrong?" Mikey tried to stay calm but failed. Donatello shook his head. "I can't feel my arms, Mikey. I can' feel them." Mikey quickly helped Donatello to the kitchen counter and paced in the kitchen.

"Did you take your pills today?" He watched his brother begin to rock looking at his hands. "Donnie, did you? Don, Donatello?" Mikey finally screamed. Donatello's body became unusually still. Thoughts raced through his mind trying to figure out what to do.

Donatello slowly raised his head. Instead of meeting his brother's warm brown eyes, blackness burned in Mikey's baby blues. He stumbled against the kitchen sink. Donatello grabbed the knife off the counter and twirled it in his hand.

"I tried to kill the pain but only brought more." Mikey shook his head. He remembered that song and all the darkness from it. An evil grin crooked at the corner of Donatello's mouth as he continued to sing. "I'm dying, praying, bleeding." With that the knife began to slice across Donatello's flesh.

"STOP IT, DONNIE! STOP!" Mikey screamed in horror, unable to move from his frozen place. Donatello began to laugh as he continued. "Screaming. Am I too lost to be saved? Am I too lost?" The knife moved faster and faster. Mikey grabbed his head as flashbacks flooded his memory. The song forever haunted him as he committed the same sin in his nightmares as Donatello was doing now.

A brush of air brushed by his orange mask as a small trickle of blood ran down his cheek. Mikey popped his eyes open. From the corner of his eye he saw the knife plunged into the cabinet next to him. His hands shook as he slowly slid to the floor. Sobs slipped out of him when his eyes saw the lair door swinging on its hitches.

Donatello was gone.

Where is Donatello? Can he truly be save? What do you think?