Sometimes, something as simple as running can keep the darkness from consuming you. - Oneshot Drabble

"-The silence knows we fear it, but breaks the old infection. That light which streams from this dark pit is hard to touch perfection.-" Introspective piece on Leonardo after a battle.

What if there had been five?

Michelangelo and Donatello are captured by Stockman and buried. They must solve riddles to keep the other alive. How long can they last before they break? Will their brothers be able to save them in time?

"-Gripped by a sudden terror that his master's grave would be lost. He'd grabbed a piece of wood and carved out the letters. Leonardo stared at it for a long moment, adjusted it so that it stood upright and propped it up with stones.-" Brotherhood. SAINW.

Donatello bit his lip and reached out to touch the blanket in which Leonardo had wrapped the body. Taking the shovel from Michelangelo, Leo slowly and unwillingly said his final goodbye.

Leo and Raph struggle to make a new start. WARNING: LOTS OF BAD STUFF HAPPENS

Follow on from my fanfiction 'Letter'

"- Mikey shut his eyes and listened to the words of comfort. Not too little. Not too much. Just Like Raph, "I'll neva hate ya, Mike. Could neva hate ya." But that was a very long time ago. And Mikey was tired now. -" A name. A fight. A family. A loss.

That's the only choice left. Art by NeoFox

"-The evidence was clear. To Michelangelo, the whole place was one big clue. One big letter. A note that may have screamed, 'I'm here. I've been here and I could still be lurking.'To Mikey, the note screamed danger.-" Pre-Same As It Never Was.

"-Four. Or five? I think it's three. Is it blurred? The knife is sharp- Hard to tell- harder to see. The middle, end and now the start.-" This is the life of a Ninja.

"-Your footsteps echo through the hall. You stumble yet you do not fall. The hush of silence presses down, from ceiling to upon the ground.-" What if there was a mistake? What if a practice went wrong? What if-? Being a ninja is not a game.

"-Keep the four to four I plead, an out remaining one, staggering and on my knees- to do what must be done.-" Leonardo Laments.

"-Working. Take your mind off it. Take your mind off everything.And his fingers moved faster than he'd even known them too. Faster. Quick. Not fast enough. Never fast enough. Bashing. Clumsy. Pathetic. Useless.-" Donatello... just focus.

"-There were piles of blankets over him, stifling him. He'd taken all their extra ones, even the unwashed ones from last week, to block out the light of his torch. -"

"-It was one of those nights. The ones where Donnie tossed and turned and pulled the blanks over his head and threw them to the floor. One of those nights where he hadn't gone to sleep dead tired and his projects were winking at him all so temping-like.-"

"-I'm not allowed, I shouldn't be, I'm not allowed to think- That's why the sheets, that's why the floor, that's why the walls are white.-" Intelligence is a fickle thing, as Donatello discovers.

Silence: The silence of the lair is slowly killing him as he waits for sons who will never come home. Splinter centric. Rated T for character death.

The 18:15 train gives him a sense of comfort. Raph/April light fluff in an alternate universe.

"-Can we mix without effect and teach the children to believe?-" A lament,a prayer. One thinks. One turtle thinks alone.

"- Steady, don't fall to my knees. Rising chest, take a breath. Don't plead, don't scream, don't cry, please- How can I prevent your death? -" Each stitch brings new pain, for both, for all.

"-Sixty seconds from the moment, my lips form words that sound so shallow- Idle lies, and idle comments.-" Michelangelo pre-Same As It Never Was musings.

"-It was a twisting knot of worry burning in his gut. Clenching. Unclenching. Clenching. Unclenching. Clenching. Unclenching. Fizzing. Hot. Clenching. Unclenching.-" Mindless Drabble.Character Death.

Chloe and the turtles decide to hold a memorial party in memory of Splinter and Chloe's parents. Second Sequel to Breakdown.