Hey guys! I hope you liked the last chapter. I'd like to give a shout out to all the lovely readers everywhere! It's really welcoming me to the community to get such positive feedback :). Now that you now the backstory for this fanfiction, it's time for our heroes to form a plan-so as asked for by gwencarson126, here's some ninja action!

6:00am

The land around the travelers was bleak and dark. Oddly, there was puddle of cold murky water that smelled like sewage and let of steam as it dripped onto the fiery hot bricks. Screams echoed from a far-off place.

"Well...to be honest...I expected more...hellfire," Casey shrugged.

"I'm not complaining," Raphael huffed as he warily placed his feet down-hoping he wouldn't step on one of the hot tiles.

"So where is the dagger?"

April and Shea opened the large book and looked at each other.

"You want to do it first?" The redhead asked.

Shea gulped, "Sure."

She raised her hand above the book, "Where are we?"

Nothing happened. The pages stayed blank.

"She didn't give us a broken book, did she?"

"Maybe you should say how you want the book to show it," Casey guessed, "She said visual to show us the Reaper."

Shea nodded and waved her hand above the thick pages, "Where are we? Visual."

The page came to life as blank ink began to create a birds eye view map of the castle. A red dot appeared in a passageway, and a ghostly arrow pointed at it.

"I guess that's us," April shrugged.

"Where is the dagger?"

Nothing happened.

"Be more specific. The book needs to understand," April offered.

"Where is the dagger that allows a mortal to kill an immortal?"

Again, nothing happened.

"I guess Cerberus doesn't know," Casey shrugged.

"Then how are we supposed to find it?" Mikey asked.

"Cerberus is in charge of herding the dead," Shea thought aloud, "Maybe…"

"What? Maybe what?"

She passed her hand over the book, "Where is the archangel that made the dagger that allows a mortal to kill an immortal?"

A blue dot appeared on the page.

"Smart," Leonardo nodded, "But I'm guessing he's guarded."

"Thank god-haven't gotten any action for hours," Raphael chuckled.

Donatello rolled his eyes, "Yes well now you can hulk-smash all you want."

The red-clad turtle growled, "Shut up."

Casey chuckled and turned to Shea. She looked shell-shocked. He pulled out one of his many baseball bats and handed it to her.

"You're pretty good with these. Here,"

"Thank you," She smiled.

"You play?"

"What? Baseball?"

"Ya,"

"I used to. I quit a long time ago for...personal reasons,"

Casey learned from experience with April, that for women, the term personal reasons meant that they either didn't want to talk about it, it was about their period, or both.

"Were you good?"

"I guess. I lead the team,"

"In what?"

"Everything. I have a plaque at school that says I hold the record for the farthest ball hit in the school's history,"

"Wow. How far?"

"539 feet,"

"Holy crap," Casey gawked, "In high school softball?"

"Baseball. They decided to let a girl on the team,"

"Dang. You're pretty good huh?"

She nodded.

"You shy or something?" Casey joked.

"I just always feel awkward when I talk about stuff I achieved. It makes me feel like I'm bragging,"

"What's wrong with bragging?"

Shea laughed, "Well I guess you wouldn't know, would you?"

"Burn," Mikey laughed.

"Guys-if that angel from the library said the dead can sense life-maybe we should get moving," Donatello frowned.

"He's got a point-let's move," Leo nodded, "And if anyone sees a demon...run."

"Considering they're all immortal, fending them off might prove to be a problem," April reminded.

"Shit,"

Everyone turned to Raphael's comment.

"What?"

"That means I can't kill them,"

Leonardo gave Raphael a deadpan look, "Really?"

"It's important to me," Raph shrugged.

There was a moan, and the teenagers turned to the passage behind them. There was nothing-no movement.

"It's probably this old castle," Casey shrugged, "Come on."

They started walking again, and the same sinister groan came from the darkness behind them.

"Hello?" Mikey called.

Raphael elbowed him, "Don't say hello!"

"Why not?"

"What if it's a demon?!"

"What's wrong with saying 'hello' to a demon?"

"It'll kill us!"

"Probably because no one ever says hello to it!"

Shea turned to look behind them again and gulped, "Guys."

"Wait a sec," Raphael held up his hand, "Mikey, why do you have to be such a moron?"

"Guys!" Shea said louder.

"Well why do you always have to be so mean?!"

"Guys!"

"What?" They turned.

"Look,"

In the darkness, two white glowing eyes appeared.

"Hello?" MIkey repeated, and Raphael turned and looked at him silently for a moment before shoving him.

Footsteps sounded throughout the hallway and the eyes got closer and closer.

The turtles pulled out their weapons, April opened her Tessen, and Casey and Shea got their bats ready.

A black hand extended from the shadows. It was bony and black, and it's long spindly fingers grasped at the group.

April gasped and hid behind Donatello.

The demon slowly exited the darkness. It was tall and ghostly-the way that it moved its weight from limb to limb was sending shivers down their spines. It's glowing white eyes peered at them and it opened it mouth, letting out a long groan.

"Guys, I think we should run," Casey shouted and grabbed Mikey by the arm, "Let's go."

Shea couldn't take her eyes off of the demon-something about it's face-the way his defined cheekbones sharpened his looks, how his chin finished in a point, and how his smile looked like if was from a horror movie.

"Michael?"

"Shea! Come on!" Raphael ran back to get her.

"Michael? Is that you?"

The demon's gaze softened and he gently reached out his hand to touch hers. A noise escaped his throat, and Shea looked up, "Michael?"

"Sh-sh-sh...a-ay-aye," He choked out.

Raphael wrapped an arm around Shea's waist and pulled her, "Come on!"

The demon's face scrunched up in sorrow, "Sh-sh-sh-aye."

"Raph stop!"

She tried to elbow him in the gut, but it was all in vain-the mutant turtle barely even felt the weak blow. She tried to struggle out of his grip, but he was much too strong.

"Sha-ye-ye,"

"Let me go!"

"No!"

Shea growled and back kicked him in the crotch. He let go and she ran to the demon.

"Michael?"

"Shea," The demon took her face in it's hand and tilted his head, "Shea."

"Yes?"

Michael's face suddenly turned angry and violent, "Shea! Shea! Shea!"

His arm moved to her wrist and got incredibly tight.

"Ow! Michael stop!" She tried to pull away.

He let out a screech and started to yank her away.

"Let her go!"

The sound of scraping metal sounded and Raphael leapt at the demon. He lifted his sai and stabbed Michael in the shoulder, and white blood oozed from the wound. The demon screeched in pain and tried to grab Raphael, but the mutant ducked and caught the black boney fist. Raphael took Michael's fist and crushed it with his sheer force, but Michael let go of Shea and used his other hand to take Raph by the throat and choke him. The red-clad turtle let go of Michael's hand and gasped for breath.

"Raph!" Shea screamed and ran at Michael-swinging her fist at him in a vain attempt to help Raphael.

Michael slammed the terrapin's head into the brick wall-knocking him unconscious-and dropped him. He grabbed Shea's wrist and let out a passionate purring noise before knocking her out too. He took Raphael by the ankle and dragged him behind him, and threw Shea over his shoulder. He let out a snapped click and all three disappeared.

The rest of travelers gawked.

"Well," Casey gulped, "this isn't good."

...then the clock struck seven...