Rating: M

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.

Comments, thoughts and concrit is always welcome.

A/N: Yes, the rating has gone up for this story.

Sparky: Ch 9 - Oh yes, Mikey is definitely my favourite character, has been ever since I discovered TMNT in the early 90's, and Donnie's always been firmly entrenched in second place. I guess I do it because it's just easier to come up with stories suited for and based around him. *smiles* Don't worry, the Mikey torture continues... Thanks. Yeah... worse thing about how he sated it was not realising what he was even doing... Ch 10 - Sorry but your theory is wrong. Two of them are just random people and the third is someone various versions of Mikey does know. Heh, yeah, sorry about the cliffie :-P but it won't be resolved within these 13 stories, they are horror after all *winks*. However, there are two of the stories, which does include 'Demon' that I am strongly considering continuing and have written down plot for. My question is more how, as extra chapters after this is finished, or as a separate entry. Well, I have time to think on it.

Guest: Sorry to disappoint you, but it wasn't Irma. It was actually Angel. Thanks. As I said to Sparky, I'm actually considering continuing that story (and another) down the track, though they won't be continued within these 13. Thank you XD

The Thirteen Days of Halloween

Day 11

- Hunger -

Mikey sighed despondently, staring down at his meagre meal and fighting the rising bile in the pit of his stomach as he remembered...

He'd lost track of how many weeks had passed since Donatello died. His brother been killed instantly when their aircraft had crashed into the frozen wasteland, his blood painting the shattered cockpit and immediate surrounds a stark crimson.

Thanks to help from their friends, they'd hired a small plane to give chase to a criminal the police had been unable, or unwilling, to deal with. Their mission had been successful, but unknowingly to them at the time, someone had survived their assault on the remote base and chased after them in a faster, armed aircraft, shooting them out of the sky. With Donnie's expert flying, they'd avoided a direct hit, but the damage was done and down they'd gone.

Unfortunately, as to be expected, not one of them escaped the crash unscathed.

Leonardo had come out of it with several broken bones, ribs, arm and leg, and thanks to him hiding the symptoms so as not to worry them, they didn't realise until days later, internal bleeding.

Raph and Mikey, further back in the winged vehicle, fared better than their brothers. Both sported severe bruising all over, and Raph hadn't been able to tell if his wrist was fractured or merely badly sprained. The hotheaded turtle had also had to deal with his own dislocated shoulder, since there was no one physically able to help him with it. As for Mikey, he had one arm broken at the elbow and also a bad concussion that kept him unconscious for a little over a day. When he did finally wake, to Raph and Leo's intense relief, he remained woozy and confused for several more days afterwards.

Since none of them were in any condition to travel, Raph, ignoring his painful injuries as best he could, made a shelter for the surviving trio by digging out the snow and using the wreckage as best he could. It wasn't much, but he'd been determined not to lose another brother, this time to the elements.

It was a scant couple of days after Mikey had recovered enough to be lucid once more, that they lost Leo as well.

Mikey chewed reluctantly on the vaguely warm meat, trying as always not to throw up. To be honest, the only reason he still ate was because Raph had kept reminding him that he needed the energy to survive. Mikey wasn't so sure he wanted to any more, but Raph had insisted, reminding him repeatedly that it's what their brothers would have wanted.

He coughed harshly; the smoke from the still partially green wood getting to him. The few trees that could be reached from the shelter near their crash site were scattered and distant. Everyday since, Raph, and more recently himself, had taken one of Leo's katana to cut through the spindly branches and bring them back to their makeshift home. They managed to bring back enough to give their paltry stockpile a chance to dry out some, but never enough to keep the small fire blazing.

With a miserable, lonely sigh, Mikey stopped chewing on his finger and instead drew his knees close, wincing as he wrapped his arms around them for what little warmth he could gain as best he could. It had been impossible to set his arm properly after the crash with their limited supplies; his brothers could only craft a makeshift splint and wrap it tight with bandages. As a result, his elbow, now mostly healed, didn't sit quite right and he knew he'd lost a lot of flexibility in it.

Numbly, Mikey wished they'd never chased that monster down. Doing so had destroyed them, and he took little comfort in knowing that, in a perverted way, he and his brothers would be together forever...

-:-

"Oh my god! Casey!" a shrill, yet familiar female voice shrieked in horror, causing Mikey to wake beside the now dead fire.

Shivering in the chilled air, he blinked languidly, certain that he had to have imagined the voice; he'd been doing that a lot lately, imagining voices no longer around...

"What is it, Ape? The guys? Are we too late?"

Only a loud sob answered the worried voice and Mikey crawled stiffly towards the door to his shelter, pushing heavily at it. It had been snowing again while he slept and he figured the fresh snow weighed down against the door like usual. A short time later, he stood blinking in the bright sunlight at his friends who must have begun searching for them when they never returned.

"A... pril? Casey?" he asked in hollow disbelief, his voice raspy from disuse.

The two humans turned to face him, turning away from the snowy chamber they'd put his brothers' bodies in. A moment later, April ran forwards, enveloping the lost, lonely turtle within her arms.

"Thank... god you're still alive, Mikey!" she sobbed, distraught at what she'd just seen. "We've been searching for you for weeks!"

Mikey simply stood there without reacting. He couldn't return the embrace because he didn't deserve the worry and affection April showed anymore.

A couple of minutes later, Casey hesitantly stepped towards them, glancing back warily into the other snow cave that they'd obviously dug out in their search for his brothers and himself. "Leo... and Donnie?"

"... The crash..."

"And Raph?"

For a moment, Mikey couldn't answer, but then he swallowed hard and forced himself. "Wolf attack..." he muttered. "Raph... he killed it but... he died a few hours later from blood loss... and I... I couldn't do anything to help him. That was nearly two weeks ago..."

Casey winced sympathetically. "Guess that explains why your bros are... why there's... bits of them... gone..." he finished lamely.

Mikey stiffened even more in April's tight grip, once more wanting to be sick.

They could never understand...

-:-

"This meat tastes weird. What is it anyway?"

Raph and Leo exchanged a wary look.

"Trust me, Mikey, you don't wanna know."

Mikey's eyes narrowed. He hated it so much when they kept him in the dark about things, thinking they needed to protect him. Just because they thought of him as the youngest didn't mean he actually was, or that they should always treat him as such. As far as any of them could tell for certain, they may as well be the same damn age.

"Tell me," he demanded flatly, knowing it must have been bad yet needing to know. When neither brother showed any sign of capitulating, Mikey obstinately put the small chunk of mystery meat down and refused to take another bite.

Raph sighed, knowing he was beat. "It's Don..." he admitted in an unusually soft voice, the simple words causing him agony to speak.

Mikey laughed humourlessly before suddenly glaring at Raph, "Don't even joke about things like that dude, it's not funny! Now really, what is it?"

"Don!" Raph repeated harshly with an angry growl which told his brother he was telling him the truth.

Mikey promptly threw up, retching and gagging as he tried desperately to expel everything he'd eaten since waking after the crash. Once Mikey finally stopped heaving, Raph tried to hand him another chunk of flesh, still warm and slightly bloody from the small fire. Mikey shook his head wildly, keeping his lips tightly sealed as he refused to take it. He was so distraught over the idea that he couldn't even speak, couldn't even demand to know how his brothers could do such a thing to poor Donnie.

"Eat Michelangelo, and that's an order," Leo commanded weakly before collapsing back into yet another coughing fit. It had turned out to be his last command.

"I can't..." Mikey eventually managed to whimper desperately.

"There's nothin' else!" Raph growled furiously. "You know Don'd want this. He'd want us to survive no matter what it took and he'd tell us to do this for himself if he could!"

Slowly, Mikey met Raph's eyes and saw that he was as unhappy about this as he was. Then he turned to look at Leo, who gave him a gentle, understanding nod.

When Raph reached over to hand him the chunk of meat again, Mikey swallowed miserably and reluctantly took it.

And as he took a tentative bite, Mikey suddenly felt a third set of eyes upon him.

When he turned to look, he saw what appeared to be Donatello's spirit smiling approvingly down at him.

"Now I'll always be a part of you, Mikey. We'll be together forever."

-:-

Owari

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