036 Horror
"Ungh," Don groaned piteously from April's couch.
"Do you feel like you need to throw up again?" April asked, sympathetically, replacing the rag on his forehead for a cool one. Casey surreptitiously took a few steps back. April gave him a glare but he just folded his arms and glared right back. He'd already lost one pair of shoes tonight. Fool me once, shame on you…
"No," Donnie panted feebly, "Just feel…awful. Sorry I…ruined your…whatever."
"It's fine," April insisted patiently, giving Casey a warning look, "We were just…studying. No big."
Donnie groaned again, rubbing his sore leg from the bite. April gently took his hand away, and put her wrist against it lightly. She winced. She could feel the heat even through the bandages.
"It's definitely infected. I wish I could give you more meds but it's not time yet…I'm going to get you some Gatorade, okay?"
Donnie didn't even reply, he just lay there miserably, a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead.
April shook her head worriedly and left the room and Casey watched her go.
"Dude," he hissed, turning towards Donatello with his eyes narrowed, "If you're somehow faking this, I swear."
Again, Donnie didn't reply. He just lay unnaturally still.
"…dude? Uh…Dee?"
Casey stepped forward, his pulse quickening. He prodded Donnie in the shoulder.
"Donatello!"
"What?" April asked anxiously, stepping back into the room with a glass of lurid, flourescent sports drink, "What happened?"
"I think he passed out," Casey said, adrenaline jolting through his system.
"What?!"
Casey grabbed Donnie's shoulders and shook gently, while April set Don's glass down, hastened to the other side of the couch, by his head, and began patting his cheek.
"Donnie! Donnie!"
"Come on, man! Rise n' Shine!"
Suddenly, Donnie's eyes snapped open, but instead of his usual warm, reddish brown, they were completely red - no pupil, no iris, just solid, angry, vivid red.
"Donnie?" April whispered in shock, stroking a hand over his forehead, still glistening with a film of sweat. To both of their disgust, April's hand came away sticky, long strings of…something connecting her hand to his forehead.
Faster than lightening, faster than Casey could even react, his enormous green hand closed around her wrist.
"Ow!" April cried, "Donnie!"
"Hey!"
Casey lunged towards him, but Donatello's palm connected fiercely with his chest, stealing the breath from his lungs and forcing him to stagger backwards, where he tumbled onto Kirby's coffee table, breaking it in half. He shook his head dazedly, and looked up where Donnie was now standing, his head at a strange angle, April struggling painfully to wrest her arm from his grip.
"Donatello isn't here right now," he said quietly.
Casey's eyes widened, his guts turning liquid. When he spoke, his voice had a strange double-quality…like he could hear Donnie's voice, but also something large and powerful that was speaking through him, like some kind of sick ventriloquist act. The sound of it made Casey's flesh crawl - it sounded like something greasy dripping down the back of your neck. He felt like he needed a shower just hearing it.
Donnie's familiar, gappy teeth gleamed in a cruel smile, and April screamed as he snapped her wrist casually, like a twig.
A/N: Loosely based on Adventures in Turtle-Sitting from the 2k3 series…sort of a 2k12 "what if."