Hello~ Sorry I've been MIA.I've been doing that a lot recently.... =_= Been really busy. The story is ending pretty soon. The Day of Judgment is nearing. First of all, I'd like to thank these people who have reviewed my story!! I didn't get to credit you all cuz I have very limited internet access... Okay here are the people:

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Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT!!! But I own the OCs: Ayla, Michel A. Griffith, Serph/Belmont, Sinful One and others.

Chapter Nineteen: Tourniquet

Amanda sighed as she stared at the photo of her husband and her daughter. She traced the photo of her daughter sadly, 'Harley…'

She gasped when she heard glass shattering. She rushed to the living room and found a vase on the floor, broken to pieces. She blinked and saw the window was open, 'Must be the wind.'

'Mommy?'

Amanda gasped and froze. She turned around slowly and her eyes widened at the sight of her daughter who have been missing for years. The girl looked exactly how she was on the day she went missing, wearing her blue dress and her hair tied with a yellow ribbon.

Tears welled up in Amanda's eyes, 'H-Harley baby. Is t-that you?'

Harley looked up at her with a sad gaze, 'Why didn't you come for me mommy? Why didn't you come?'

'Mommy couldn't find you baby! Mommy's so sorry!!' said the woman as she began crying. Sobs escaped her parted lips.

Harley smiled, 'It's okay mommy. It's not your fault I died. It's HIS!'

Amanda heard the door open and her husband stepped in, 'Honey, I'm home!'

Shaun stopped when he saw his wife sobbing. He approached her and put his hands on her shoulder. 'Amanda what's wrong?'

He gasped and his eyes widened when his wife turned to face him. Instead of seeing the face of his wife, her face was replaced with a black void with glowing golden eyes and a malicious grin, 'Why did you left me daddy?!'

Shaun stepped back, 'H-H-Harley?!'

'You left me daddy! You left me and I was taken! Look at me! Look at what you've made me become!!'

Shaun ran to the door but shadows rose from the floor and blocked his path. He turned to Amanda fearfully, 'Leave me alone!'

'Look at me daddy! Look at what you've done!'

'What do you want?!'

Amanda stopped and looked down at the floor, 'I want…'

Shaun stared at her warily. Ready to run if needed. She looked up at him and her grin widened, 'I WANT YOU DEAD!!'

The young witch woke up to the sound of tapping. She opened her eyes and turned to her right where she saw a mutant turtle with purple bandana was sitting typing on the computer. She can hear someone talking too, maybe from the television because she heard screaming.

'What day is it today?' she asked.

'Wednesday,' replied Donatello as he turned to her. She could see the fatigue on his face. The turtle attempted a smile, 'You've been out for a day. How are you feeling?'

'…like death.'

The turtle sighed, 'I see what you mean.'

Ayla shut her eyes, 'So you've seen my rotting flesh…'

The turtle shook his head, blushing madly, 'Oh, no, no, no! April cleaned up your wounds. I just heard from her.'

The witch nodded then looked up at the ceiling, 'How is it up there?'

'Not doing good,' replied Leonardo who entered the lab.

Ayla fidgeted nervously, 'I'm… I'm sorry. This wouldn't have happened if I just let death take me.'

'Everyone fears death,' said Donatello.

'But that ain't mean ya have ta run away from it by tryin' ta be immortal,' said Raphael gruffly. He was leaning on the wall outside the lab by the door.

The witch looked out the door, 'But… but I'm not immortal.'

'What do you mean? You've lived for more than a century don't you?' asked the blue banded turtle.

'True but I am not immortal. The Sinful One only extended my life if I continue to serve as its Soul Reaper. However, there is a limit to my service. Once the Sinful One has what it wants, I am no longer needed and I will die. I am dying as we speak. I can feel it. My body is breaking apart, my wounds stench of rotting flesh. I am a walking corpse.'

Raphael entered the lab and stared at her, 'Ayla right?'

She replied with a nod. He nodded, 'Tell us how ta get our baby bro back.'

'I am sorry but I do not know how to retrieve his lost soul. He is now the Sinful One's host. On Judgment Day, it will be too late. The Sinful One will completely take over him and there is nothing you can do to retrieve his soul.'

The three turtles were instantly overwhelmed by depression. Donatello hesitated, 'A-are you sure there's no other way?'

Ayla's face brightened when she thought of something, 'Perhaps you can help him find his path through meditation! You know, get to the astral plane and find him. That's how you connect spiritually correct?'

'Even with my level, I don't think I can do it. My mind is not calm. Usually it's sensei who searches for us through meditation when we are in need,' said Leonardo dejectedly.

'Maybe Michel can do it,' said Raphael.

The young witch stood up, 'Michel?! You've met him?'

The turtle shifted, 'Yeah, sorta by accident.'

His two brothers stared at him, 'Since when?'

'I think it's when I got stabbed by one of 'em creatures. The one dat tried ta strike ya Leo.'

The Fearless Leader grimaced, 'Oh, that day…'

'So, how do you contact Michel?' asked the genius.

The red banded turtle shrugged, 'Usually when I'm asleep or when I'm meditating.'

Leonardo raised an eye ridge, 'Meditate? You?'

'Yeah, yeah. Not my strong point but at least I'm not like Mikey.'

Donatello chuckled lightly and patted his shoulder as the red banded one sat on the floor lotus style. The blue banded turtle shifted, 'Umm, need anything?'

'Just be quiet…'

Michelangelo was floating aimlessly, surrounded by eternal darkness. Not even a speck of light can be seen. Every time he tried to think his head ache. His eyes widened when a big red eye appeared over him. The eye stared at him, glowing eerily.

'Soon, you shall be mine…'

'W-who are you?' he asked, his voice hoarse.

The eye shifted then narrowed at him, 'Who or what I am is insignificant for you to know as you shall be mine to posses.'

'Why do you want… me?'

'None of your concern. Now, give in to the abyss so that I can take control.'

The turtle felt a burst of anger, 'NO!!'

The giant eye seemed to flinch at the flash of light that came from the turtle. There was a roar and the turtle felt the shadows engulf him like thick liquid, suffocating him, making him weak. He gasped for air as his sight dimmed. He reached out a hand, 'S-somebody… help…'

As he loses his vision, he saw a bright light. Then something warm held his hand, 'MICHELANGELO!!'

Dark Michelangelo stood perched on a building. He stared down at the deserted streets and grinned. No one dared to leave their homes. The streets were chaotic, cars overturned and in flames, rubbish littered the streets, alarms blaring. Even the homeless went to find shelter in churches or schools. The whole city was overpowered by fear and he can feel the fear fueling him, feeding him with power.

He heard scraping behind him, 'Sun Child?'

He turned to meet the child-sized creature with a smile, 'Yes my child?'

The creature hesitated, 'There's a talking cat.'

The smile was replaced with a scowl, 'Serph.'

'Hello there Michelangelo,' said Serph.

The creature hissed, 'He is NOT Michelangelo!'

The black cat made a shooing motion with its paw, 'Be gone. This is a private talk between me and him.'

The creature hesitated but left when Dark Michelangelo gave it a nod. The turtle turned to the cat and glared at it, 'What do you want Sinful Soul?'

Serph leapt up on a ledge, 'Oh, I'm here for my reward.'

The turtle raised an eye ridge, 'Reward? Hahahahaha!! What makes you think that I'll give you anything foolish one?!'

The cat's eyes narrowed with irritation, 'I helped you with your plan to cleanse this world!'

Dark Michelangelo stopped laughing and smirked, 'Oh? But what you've done is quite insignificant. By the way, Ayla is no longer of use, what makes you of more value to me since she is far more important to my plans than you before?'

Serph was about to retort but the turtle grabbed his head with one hand, 'You, Serph or should I say, Belmont? Are wasting your time here. Let me send you to the otherworld.'

Serph's eyes widened, 'Wait! NO!!!'

There was a flash of light and a ghostly figure of Serph was floating in midair. He cursed, 'You will NOT send me to the Spirit Realm! I WILL be reborn! This I swear!!'

He vanished from the turtle's sight. The turtle sighed and released the cat's head. The cat stared at him and blinked as he patted its head, 'Such a foolish man he is…'

He gasped. Hands flung to grab his head and he fell on his knees. He growled 'W-what?! T-this voice…'

'MICHELANGELO!!'

He felt himself being pulled out of the thick, suffocating blackness. He gasped and opened his eyes to meet a blond teenager with blue eyes staring at him. The teen put his free hand on the turtle's and pulled him as hard as he can.

'W-who are you?'

'I'm Michel! Michel Griffith!' said the teen with a grin. With a heave he managed to pull the turtle out. They both floated in the nothingness, staring at each other.

The turtle tilted his head, 'Why did you help me?'

'Because you asked for help silly!' said the teen with a chuckle.

Michelangelo blinked, 'I did?'

'Uhh… anyway, I'm here because your bro, Raph, asked me to help get you out of this,' said Michel as he gestured the darkness around them.

'Raph? Who's that?' asked the blue eyed turtle confused.

The blond blinked, 'You kidding me right? He's your bro! You know the temperamental big bro?'

The turtle just stared at him not understanding. Then he asked, 'Do you know my name?'

'Y-yeah, it's Michelangelo. Hamato Michelangelo,' replied Michel nervously.

'Michel… angel… o?'

He gasped. Hands flung to grab his head as a sharp pain struck him. He saw blurry visions fly and muffled voices talking at the back of his mind. A rush of emotions surrounded him but everything came to a halt at the image of three mutant turtles and a mutant rat smiling at him. The turtle with purple bandana had a warm and caring aura surrounding him while the blue banded one had a confident and protective aura. The rat gave off a warm, loving and kind aura. As for the turtle in red bandana, he was emitting a very strong aura; anger, compassion, stubbornness, kindness and loyalty.

But all these vanished when the red eye above him glowed a dark red. He cried out as the signed on his forehead burned. The disembodied voice belonging to the eye spoke, 'You exist not! You have no life before! You don't need these memories!'

'N-no! I want to k-keep them! G-give them… BACK!!'

'Michelangelo?!' asked Michel worriedly. He could not hear the voice that spoke with the turtle. The blond spirit yelped when he was blown back by an invisible force. He watched from afar the turtle struggle against the will of the darkness that tried to consume him.

The blue eyed turtle screamed as the memories that slowly came back to him was being ripped away from him harshly. His head hurt so much that it felt as if it's going to split in two! He held his head tightly, trying to suppress the pain but it was futile. His throat was beginning to get sore because of the screaming.

'STOP IT!! Don't take them away from me!!'

'Mikey!!' cried Michel as he tried to get close to help the turtle but he was being obstructed by an invisible barrier. He gasped and moved back when thousands of eyes appeared in front of him, glaring at him, 'BE GONE!!'

'Waaah!!' cried the spirit as he flew back. There was a bright light and when he opened his eyes he found himself floating in front of Raphael. The turtle stared at him with a worried expression, 'M-Michel?'

The spirit found himself gasping and he turned to the black hole that began to close slowly. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to Raphael, 'What happened?'

'I… I found him… but I can't… He didn't...'

'Whoa there, calm down and take deep breath. That's it.'

Michel heaved a heavy sigh, '…Mikey doesn't remember who he is.'

Raphael froze, 'W-what?'

Hope you liked this chapter~ I was fighting against Writer's Block when writing this one... he horror of going blank when your writing a good story is so immense. R&R please~