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.

It was harder than he thought it would be to try to remain silent while vomiting the entire contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl. 'How do super-models do it?' he thought hysterically, biting back another heave as the sour odor rose up at him.

He had killed enemies in battle before, but he had never done it with the single minded bloodiness he had felt as he killed the foot soldier and bled him into the pool. The thing in the water, he had named it Cthulhu Jr. in his mind, had receded back into the depths at the spreading crimson cloud.

Somehow he had a feeling that it wouldn't hold it back for long.

He hadn't said a word to his brothers on the way home, still reeling from what he had seen and done. They hadn't seemed to notice... and it worried him. They should have been hovering over him, or at least expressed curiosity over where he had run off to. 'No,' he thought sternly, 'this paranoia has to stop. Reality is not conspiring against me, that's just stupid.'

He got up and flushed the toilet, then washed his hands and face in the sink. He'd tell Donny, he always knew what to do when weird stuff happened.

After a short search he spotted Donatello working in his lab and walked over to him, peering over his shoulder as his brother worked with what looked to Michelangelo like a pile of random circuit boards. "Hey Don-" he started.

Donatello leapt in shock at the sound, spinning around and accidentally sweeping his entire creation onto the floor with a loud crash. He glared at his younger brother, putting his hand over his heart, "Don't sneak up on me like that!" he yelped.

Mikey blinked in puzzlement, he hadn't been trying to sneak up on anyone.

Then Donny looked to the side and saw what had happened to his project, "Oh no, oh no, oh no! What have you done? This will take hours to fix!"

"Uh... sorry," Michelangelo said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head, "But I really need to talk to you about-"

"Get out!"

Mikey reached forward urgently, but his arm was brushed away in anger.

"I don't care what you have to say, just GET OUT. Now." Donatello pointed sternly toward the exit.

Michelangelo's heart sunk in his chest as he backed out of the room. The door slammed in his face. It just didn't make any sense! It shouldn't be that hard just to tell someone something. A single sentence. But... No. He would try again. He wouldn't give up so easily, it must have been a coincidence.

One big coincidence.

Leonardo was in the dojo, using a training dummy to practice his sword technique. Michelangelo made a concerted effort to make as much noise as possible walking in, he didn't want a repeat of the previous incident with his other brother. Surprising a scientist working on a new experiment was one thing, surprising a ninja while he's swinging his swords around was something totally different.

"Uh, Leo?" Michelangelo said softly, "I kinda need to talk to you."

Leo's head popped up then Mikey watched as his eyes focused to the right and slightly behind him. "Did you need something Master Splinter?" he asked.

Michelangelo turned, startled, to see his father standing right behind him. Splinter rested his hand on his son's shoulder as he spoke to the turtle in the center of the room, "Yes, my son," he said to Leonardo, "There is much to discuss." He turned to Michelangelo, "Whatever it is you need to speak about, it can wait. I sense a strange darkness, your brother and I need to speak."

"But-"

Splinter gave his son a stern look, then shook his head dismissing him as he walked toward his room. Leo shrugged at his brother as he followed behind. Michelangelo was left gaping at their backs as they disappeared into Splinter's room.

Then he tightened his hands into fists and gritted his teeth with determination. He'd tell Raph.

He took a single step toward Raphael's room, then jerked to a halt, foot still in the air for the next step, as Raph stormed out of the room and headed for the exit of the lair.

"Ha! I thought Splinter Jr. would never leave the dojo," Raphael sneered as he put on his hat and trenchcoat.

"Uh, Raph...?"

Raph turned to glare at his younger brother, putting his finger up to his lips and shushing him, "Not now Mikey, I'm busy."

"But Raph...!"

He put his hand on the door and turned to send the youngest turtle a venomous glare, "You better not spill the beans to Leo. I wanna be long gone from here before he notices I'm gone."

Michelangelo nodded helplessly in reply, then watched as his brother darted out the door, slamming it behind him. He slowly dropped his foot back to the floor and felt his stomach sink with it. It was getting harder and harder to convince himself that it was a coincidence. He drifted over to the living room area and sank down on the weathered couch. His head was spinning with desperate thoughts and he rested it on his hands wearily. There had to be a solution to all this, but for the life of him he couldn't think of one.

Unless... His head popped up as an idea occurred to him. He smacked his hand against his forehead in disgust, why hadn't he thought of this before?! Who ever said that the thing in the water only feared human blood? It hadn't liked his own blood and he certainly wasn't human. If he could feed it animal blood... Yes! He stood up from the couch with a triumphant grin. He'd give it pigs blood or something. They gave it away at butcher shops, didn't they? He was sure he had heard that somewhere or other. It wasn't a complete fix but at least it would give him time to think.

He could do this. He didn't need anyone's help. Let reality conspire against him, who cared? Michelangelo could outsmart it. Piece of cake.