Hi everyone! Welcome to the next chapter of 'The City of Dreams.' I hope you are all enjoying it so far. I know some are.

I am starting to run out of ideas for this story so any help would be great. I want to get a halloween on in soon so I will be doing a little more typing then usual. (hopefully.) So any ideas that come in soon would be great! Thanks.

Enjoy the next chapter.


Chapter 8

Fear ran through my body as I read the note. It was not a good one either. When was it ever. The note was short and got strait to the point.

Seems to me that you have gotten a little to comfortable in you new home. Have you forgotten the passed already? We have been watching you for some time now, and thank you so much for allowing this to be once again so painful for you. Be warned. We will strike when least expected.

-Fear

I don't know how long I stood there but I took some time before I could finally take my eyes away from the letter. "Fear." How did he manage to find me so easily? Why was I so stupid?

War. Thats all he lives for. A stupid war. And he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. Unless I have something to say about it. For far to long has he been a horrible thorn in my side. Now is the time for me to act, or risk the others life. And I am not willing to allow that to happen again.

"If its a war he wants." I smirk to myself and head towards the door. "Then its a war he will get. And thats gonna be one hell of a war." The smirk leaves my face when I realize that the colors are in serious danger. 'I need to warn them.'

When I open the door I am welcomed by to people falling to the floor in a big heap. My eyes go wide for a second before I glare down at Mikey and Raph who had been listening in on her.

"Where you listening in on me!?"

They just gave me those smiles that where full of apology and sarcasm at the same time. "Sorry dudette," Mikey said.

"Sorry! Don't you know its rude to listen in on someone!?" My yelling caught the attention of Donny and Leo who walked up to my door. Raph and Mikey where still on the floor cowering under my glare.

"We got curious!" My gaze softened a bit when Mikey let out this wine.

"Why where you talking about a war," Raph bravely asked. My glare returned but then softened again. 'I have to tell them or risk their lives.'

All eyes where on me with expecting eyes. A long sigh escaped my lips. "Is Amy here?"

"In the living room," Donny said.

"Good." I walked pass them and headed towards the living room. I didn't bother looking to see if they where following. Amy jumped up when she saw me walk in. She had an angry look on her face. She rushed over to me and proceeded to yell at me. Saying things about abandoning her and stuff like that. I didn't really care at the moment.

"Look, Amy I know you are angry and all but I need you sit on the couch and be quiet." Her glare grew but mine was stronger. She recoiled a bit before slowly sitting on the couch. I walked over to my backpack and brought out a folder with files inside. I went and stood in front of the coffee table facing the others. Donny, Amy and Raph had the couch while Mikey and Leo took the chairs. They all had faces saying 'What is this about?'

"I told you that in the past those close to me got hurt because of 'accidents.' Because of these 'accidents' I had shut out the world including my own parents. But these accidents where not actually accidents. They where intentional." I went quiet and let the information sink in.

"What do you mean by that," Donny asked?

"More like, why where they injured," Leo said.

I looked at him to see a face full of concern and interest. Donny, you could see the wheels turning. Raph looked annoyed. Mikey confused. Amy. Amy was a mixture of all of them.

"Everything I tell you will be the reason for how I treated you in the past. It was because of fear as well as protection."

"Protection? What damn protection?" Raph has the shortest temper I have ever seen.

"Protection from him." I tossed a file onto the table. On the file was a picture of a man looking to be in his thirties. I had jet black hair that was horribly cut to a short length. His eyes are an extremely dark blue almost blue like he is wearing contacts. His skin is tanned lightly and running across his face from cheek to cheek was a large scar. His expression was that of a mad mans. Grinning like he had just taken full control of the world. Just looking at the picture sent shivers down your spine.

"Who is he," Mikey asked?

"That Mikey, is William A. Humes. More commonly known as 'Fear.' He is the reason that people got hurt and why I was moving a lot. He has an ally here in New York that is known as the Shredder."