Mikey woke up to the sound of wood creaking. He was in an old rundown room from what he could tell. An old coco clock laid broken on the right side of the room. An old rocking chair sat in the center of the dusty room with a candle in the center of the chair. The room was lined with cobwebs and layers and layers of dust.

A creek came from behind him causing him to turn. Then it happened again. The room started to shake and horribly scared scream filled the air. Sounds of petrified screams and howls filled the air like a toxin. It was like nails scraping against a black board. A cracking sound, like bones being broken, sent a cold shiver down his spine. And just as fast as it came, it stopped. The only thing he could hear was his jagged breathing which sounded louder than it should have it the empty room.

After taking slow, but calming, breaths, he made his way, slowly, towards the rocking chair in the center of the room. As he walked towards it the space behind him got darker, the glow of the candle was the only thing giving him light, but it wasn't very much. Only enough to cover the area around the chair.

When he finally got there he was horrified at the sight before him. There, next to the candle was a heart, a live beating heart. Mikey clashed his hands over his mouth as he forced the bale that made its way to his mouth.

Swallowing the puck back and shivering at the nasty taste it left in his mouth, he turned around to leave. Only to come face to face with a rotting corpse. But what made it worse, was that it was his brother, Leo.

He couldn't fight back the petrified scream that escaped his mouth, and really he wasn't going to. Turning to the right to escape, and not look at the horrific sight of his brothers head on a stick, he was meet with the same fate, but this time it was his protector, Raph.

Biting his cheeks he turned again but wasn't meet with a dead body that will scar him forever. No he was met with something much worse. Donnie was standing there with his BO staff pointing at him,tears streamed down his cheeks. He had a look of total hatred and betrayal written on his face. His purple shirt was covered in blood and was ripped here and there. His black pants was also in the same condition.

"It's all your fault!" he screamed. "If you hadn't gotten that stupid power then none of this would have happened! It's your fault that I look like this too. If you had listened to me that night then maybe I wouldn't look like even more of a freak than usual!" Mikey stared teary eyed at his purple branded brother.

All along he knew, he knew they hated him. Or even on some level blamed him of what happened. Even though they said it wasn't his fault, he always saw the glimpse of darkness that lurked behind those eyes. But every time he chose to forget about it and act like it was just his imagination.

But he the truth.

He just like to the play that everything was alright and that everything was normal.

But it wasn't, and it was never going to be. Because he choose to ignore what was right in front of him.

But something nagged at the back of his mind. It told him that everything was fake. Nothing was real. That the room, the fire, the cobwebs, and the corpses of his beloved brothers, where all fake. But the other part was more tempted to listen.

"If you were never mutated, then none of this would have happened. I hate you. The very moment I saw you I despised you in every single way possible." a tear managed to make its way down his face as Donnie plunged his BO into his heart. What hurt more was that he didn't scream out those word. If he did it could have been a in the moment thing. But he didn't.

And that hurt way worse than any wound.

~x~x~

A blood curdling scream made it past his lips, cutting through the darkness as he was brought to the present. Heart racing and eyes searching frantically for any source of light, Mikey fought with his sheets only to get tangled up even more.

He felt hands make their way around him and he was brought to a chest. He fought against the hold. His breath hitched in his throat and tears clouded his vision.

He heard people talking, but for the life of him he couldn't understand what was being said. He focused slowly on breath, which was hard considering his lack of focus. It felt like an eternity before he got his breath back. He finally noticed his surroundings and saw three green blobs.

After a few tense minutes of silence, someone spoke up " Mikey, hey, are you okay?" Mikey took a long breath of air, shuddering as he did so. The air hit his inside like water, cooling his lungs. He hadn't realized before but now his inside felt like they were on fire.

"W-wat-ter" he manged to choke out. He felt like he had been walking through the desert for days without water. He felt something press against hips lips and cool liquid. He instantly downed the glass in one gulp. The cool liquid running down his burning throat put him at ease.

"Ya alright now?" the voice snapped him out of his safe-haven and back to earth, making him realize that he wasn't alone. "Yeah" they were skeptical but they accepted the answer.

He took a deep shuddering breath before letting it out. He leaned against Leo, which must have been the one holding him. He suddenly felt very tired. Like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

He desperately wanted sleep, but he was afraid to see that dream again. The blood. He could still see it. He looked over at Donnie and their eyes locked. He could see worry. Genuine worry, but hatred was all that he could see. So he turned away.

"You know you guys don't have to stay with me anymore, I'm fine" Mikey watched as a silent conversation traveled between the three. The truth was he wanted them gone. Every time he looked at them all he could see was there corps.

Leo looked down at his little youngest brother. He could see that he was uncomfortable. "Are you sure. Those screams were..." he trailed off.

"I'm fine, just a little nightmare. Nothing to worry about. Promise." his brothers were skeptical, but they let it drop and walked out. Leaving him to his thoughts, and the darkness that lurks within.

In a abandoned building in the bad part of New York, where gangs frequent, in the 4th window on the 5th floor there was a green glow. Inside was a figure. It was about 6'0 in height. The room was rundown. Cobwebs lined the walls. In a dark corner a chair sat with a burning candle in the dead center. In the center of the room, stood a pot.

The pot was giving of a green erry glow. The green whatever was bubbling. The dark hooded figure was standing over the pot. A sudden hollow chuckle emitted from the figure. The green goo in the pot started to swirl.

The figure watched as the green goo rose and formed five figures. The figures were of Splinter, Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo. The dark hooded stranger looked at the first four figures in, what would have been, hatred, if you could see his eyes that is.

But when he saw the last figure he posture became relaxed.

In one swift movement he beheaded the first's fours. He watched with amusement as they sunk back into the goo. He reached out to touch the last figure but it dissolved.

He let out a snarl.

One day we will be together again. I promise, big brother The figure muttered.

~x~x~

In the lair, Splinter couldn't help but think that his mistake when picking up his sons was coming back to haunt him.

I'm so sorry that I didn't post all summer. I was lazy. Yeah, I said it lazy. So people want Mikey to meet the villain and get new powers. I will grant wishes. but not so soon. Tell me what you think. And I tried in the description. That's mostly why I wasn't here all summer.

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