Rating: T

Warnings: There will not be specific warnings for each day's theme. Things you may come across within these stories are gore, violence, disturbing content and possibly character death. This is your only warning.

Disclaimer: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and all related characters belong to Nickelodeon.

Summary: 13 themes for 13 days of Halloween. Can you handle the horror?

Comments, thoughts and concrit is always welcome.

A/N: Sorry, for the lateness of uploading this. I had a really emotionally bad few days and it completely sapped my will for uploading or writing and then suddenly a couple of weeks had passed without me realising (this chapter had needed some further work on it). I'll be uploading the next chapter soon after this one as a result.

Bubblyshell22 - Ch5: Who the turtle was from that is entirely up to you XD If someone doesn't break the spell, it could end up being all four of them... Ch 6: Yeah, it would be pretty damned terrifying. Too bad that no one would hear food speak anyway...

Sparky - Ch 5: As I said above, I leave it to the reader to decide which turtle it is for that. Originally I did have a specific brother in mind, but then decided it was better to write it so it could be anyone XD Ch 6: Haha, I think Candy was either the first or second one I wrote for the these. One of my partners in crime really egged me on with this one too, in fact, she even drew an art for it as a surprise. In my mind, it's a sugar fueled nightmare brought on by the events in the first part, but who knows for sure, maybe it did really happen *winks*

lizzybudd - Yeah, that would be a horrible fate to have... Thank you :-)


The Thirteen Days of Halloween

Day 7

- Berserk -

Exhausted, injured and trapped with nowhere to run, the two brothers stared out from their hiding place among the ruins at the army searching thoroughly for them.

"Have you been able to get hold of Leo or Raph yet?"

Donnie shook his head mutely as he fiddled with his Shell-cell. "It's no good," he eventually murmured, "there's little signal out here and they're jamming what there is."

"So what are we going to do?" Mikey asked anxiously, shifting slightly as he cradled his dislocated arm close.

Donnie bit his lip and stared out, analysing the situation. There were far too many of them and neither of them were in any condition to fight. "They'll find us in a matter of minutes at this rate," he mused, aware of Mikey's pained blue gaze upon him. Coming to a decision, he straightened as he reached for a concealed pouch on his belt. His plan was dangerous and went against almost everything he held dear, but if it worked, at least one of them would walk away alive, and that would make losing himself worth it

Suddenly, Donnie noticed Mikey's gaze turn sharp as he caught sight of the ancient medallion in his grasp.

"Is that what I think it is?" Mikey's tone was accusatory.

"Yes, but..."

"What the shell are you doing carrying that thing around?"

Donnie sighed. Really, he should have expected a reaction like this no matter which brother discovered he carried it. The mere thought of using it terrified him, but he schooled his features, keeping his usual calm, logical facade. "It's a last resort."

"Did you breathe in too many chemical vapours again, Don?" Mikey whispered hotly. "I won't let you use..."

Before Mikey knew what hit him, Donnie's fingers jabbed out at an unprotected nerve cluster, temporarily paralysing his brother.

"One of us has a chance to survive this, or neither of us do. I choose the former, Mikey," Donnie explained softly, trying to keep his own terror from filling his voice. "I'll undo the paralysis just before I leave; the last thing I want is to leave you helpless."

Taking advantage of his brother's paralysed state, he leaned down to grip Mikey's dislocated arm with an apologetic look, quickly resetting it into place while Mikey was unable to tense up or cry out. When he was done, he continued, "After I go out there, watch for an opening to get away. However when you do, for the love of everything, do not let me see you, Mikey!"

Donnie then shakily reached out, manipulating the nerve cluster once more and Mikey gasped finally able to voice his pain. However, before he could recover quickly enough to stop his brother, Donnie limped painfully through the entrance. Without looking back, Donnie choked out, "I'm sorry it had to come to this."

Then he ran away from their hiding place, lowering the medallion around his neck.

-:-

As soon as he could move steadily enough to get there without falling down, Mikey stood hidden in the entry, staring out in horror at the sight of his gentle, peace loving brother. It was less than a minute since Donatello had left, and already the scene was one of utter carnage.

Mikey cringed as he watched Donnie deliberately break his bo in half with almost supernatural strength, stabbing the broken end of one half straight through the throat of the nearest solider. As the man fell, Donnie, laughing maniacally, gutted another with the other half of his weapon. That was when, without missing a beat, the berserk turtle snatched up a fallen sword and the bloodbath began in earnest.

Every instinct had Mikey desperate to get out there and stop his brother, knowing that this behaviour wasn't something Donnie could ever live with. Unfortunately, he knew that under the effect of the Logan artefact, his brother was incapable of knowing friend from foe. At that moment, Donnie whirled around to take care of a hapless soldier attacking him from behind, and Mikey instantly ducked fully back into his shelter, but not before seeing into his brother's terrifying eyes.

Usually filled with warmth and intelligent humour, now they were soulless pits of darkness, containing only a berserker rage within, and it was all Mikey could do not to throw up at the sight.

Shaking with fear for his brother's mind and soul, Mikey stepped back further into the ruin, looking desperately about. His eyes lit up at the sight of Donnie's discarded duffel and he dropped down beside it. Immediately, he unzipped it and rifled through the contents. Hope filling him, he spied what he sought and grabbed it, just as a familiar voice shouted outside.

Mikey's blood ran cold at the sound and without a second thought, he ran out to see Raph and Leo approaching their brother through the bloody massacre, the last few remaining soldiers taking the opportunity to flee for their lives.

"Stay away from Donnie!" Mikey screamed in warning as he pelted towards them.

Slowing down, Leo glanced his way questioningly, but Raph kept going without hesitation.

Heart sinking, Mikey knew he couldn't get close enough in time so instead, he yelled out again, "Donnie! Ignore Raph! It was me! I was the one who spilled juice on your laptop!"

At the sound of his voice, Donnie's soulless eyes glanced his way but seeing that Raph was closer, whirled back on him, slashing out preternaturally fast with his stolen sword.

Raph went down with a cry as Leo and Mikey screamed out.

Before Donnie could strike again, Mikey abruptly stopped in his tracks and lifted the dart gun using his good arm and shot, praying he was close enough to hit. If he couldn't... He didn't want to think of the consequences.

Donnie stumbled and Mikey once more screamed out to Leo, "The medallion! Get it off him!"

Understanding filled Leo's features as he noticed the deadly Logan artefact. Stepping close with a single, skilled slash, he cut through its chain and the medallion fell, followed immediately by Donatello, like a puppet whose strings were cut.

Huffing painfully, Mikey skidded to a halt beside his brothers, taking in the dreadful sight. Leo glanced up from beside Raph where, as soon as Donnie was down, he had knelt to try to staunch the blood flow caused by their normally gentle brother.

"What happened here...?"

Mikey shook his head, not wanting to think about it. "Long story, bro. Is... is Raph okay?"

"No," Leo admitted softly, "but he'll live."

Just then Donnie groaned, and ignoring his cuts and bleeding, tried to sit up, only to be stopped by Mikey. "Stay down, Don, you're hurt pretty bad," he said worriedly. Turning to Leo, he added, "I'll be back. I'm going to get the med kit from Don's bag."

"Alright," Leo acknowledged gratefully. "As soon as both are patched up enough to move them, we're leaving. We're far too exposed here."

Mikey nodded numbly as he waded back through the gore, broken bodies and scattered limbs. When he returned soon after, it was to see Donnie sitting up and staring hollowly at a severed, emerald green hand laying on the ground, mumbling over and over, "What have I done?"

-:-


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