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Chapter Three

Donny looked into his own face, as if seeing himself for the first time. It left his mind reeling. This was just not possible. He was in the body of the man he had jokingly nicknamed "Dark Hair". His own eyes finally opened, coming back to his own body. He was still in the thick liquid, the red warm fluid gushed and slopped around his form. Through his own eyes, "his" eyes looked like a screen, a movie, before him. He no longer felt what "he" felt, just the warmth around him. Still, the events played out, as Donny watched helplessly from the red goop. "He" leapt up and was in the air before the Donatello on the screen could even blink. An absolute look of horror passed across "Screen Donny's" eyes. Donatello watched as the red liquid began to move, making his body feel warmer and warmer. It seemed to all be a reaction from the actions on the "screen." Don shuttered, the warmth almost becoming unbearably hot. On the screen, "he" rolled with Screen Donny, fighting to get the upper hand. It was just out of control. The liquid completely surrounded his vision, completely taking over. All he could see was red. It moved, as if on its own accord, as the sounds of the fight resonated in his eardrums. Faster and faster it went, that was until his own anguished scream pierced through the red, finally allowing Donatello the right to his vision and his mind. The screen was no better. He watched the last moments of the fight. The punch Screen Don delivered to "him" shook his jaw. On the screen, "he" lifted up his own hand, smearing his own dark red blood on his palm. Pure anger shot through him and with it went the disappearance of all rational mind.

He shot forth, teeth bared, his mind set on kill. With a mighty roar, he bit into the screen's Donatello, the blood of his own body mingling with that of the other.

The red of the liquid suddenly oozed black, consuming his form in its inkiness. Donatello watched on, mortified. That was until the darkness reached him, its icy coldness freezing him at its first touch. A rather large contrast to the heat he had felt earlier. He watched on helplessly as the dark took over, consuming his entire body, blocking his vision once again. It filled his mouth, his nostrils. He could not breath.

He struggled against certain suffocation.

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Leo looked up, a sudden movement detoured him from his thoughts. Raph, who had been pacing behind the couch, Donny's temporary bed, also looked up at the movement. He walked over, peering over the back at the source of the noise. Donatello's body shook and convulsed from his spot on the couch. Mike gave Raph a questioning look before turning back to Don, his eyes wide as saucers. He had been applying the cool compressor, but now he stopped.

Donatello was having a seizure.

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Despite his struggles, the liquid probed deeper, completely blocking all forms of respiration. Dying and helpless, Don stopped, his eyes wide. He heard something, a voice. But, not. It was more of a whistle, like a wind that wasn't quite there. But he definitely heard it,

Blood, to Blood

Lust, to Lust

From Life to Death

To, Eternity.

You are one of us…

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"Mikey, what do we do?!" Raph was at Mike's side in seconds. Leo answered for him.

"Donny, would have known what to do." Leo couldn't recall anything about seizures and how to treat them. Luckily, he didn't have to.

It stopped. Don laid still on the couch. Raph sighed in relief, and turned to Leo. Everything was going to be ok. That was until he heard a squeak from Mikey's direction followed thereafter by Mike's voice.

"He's dead."

Raph spun around. Those two words pieced him to the core. Leo stood.

"What?"

Mike blinked back tears, his fingers on Don's pulse, or lack of one. Donatello's eyes were closed, but his chest no longer rose and fell. Mike stood, backing away from his brother.

"I said," his tears fell free. "Donny, is dead."

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Author's Notes:

A short chapter compared to the rest, but I felt that I achieved everything I wanted to in it. Actually, this chapter is my favorite. If this chapter was named, it's title would be "The Turning" as in 'the transformation.' Actually, I was going to name all of my chapters but with this story I didn't think it was fair that the title name give away the "surprises." So….I didn't name them. (It's more like a "you have to read to find out" kind of deal, ne?) Anyways, back to the liquid.

"He shot forth, teeth bared, his mind set on kill. With a mighty roar, he bit into the screen's Donatello, the blood of his own body mingling with that of the other.

The red of the liquid suddenly oozed black, consuming his form in its inkiness. Donatello watched on, mortified. That was until the darkness reached him, its icy coldness freezing him at its first touch. A rather large contrast to the heat he had felt earlier. He watched on helplessly as the dark took over, consuming his entire body, blocking his vision once again. It filled his mouth, his nostrils. He could not breath.

He struggled against certain suffocation."

OK, there's a lot going on here (as you can see). Number one, if you haven't guessed it already, the goop represents Donatello's life blood or life force, if you will. Warm, always moving, alive. But everything changes after he gets bitten. The act of the two bloods coming together as one, mingling, causes his "pure" blood to become tainted, contaminated with that of "DH". The liquid becomes black and cold, suffocating him. Taking over. The seizure thing is the actual physical effects of the transformation, of course leaving him dead. A new eternal death begins.

Blood, To Blood

Lust, to lust

From Life to Death

to Eternity

You Are One of Us

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OK, BIG CLIFFY THERE! Ha-HA! Well, that should leave you guys interested…..*sees people's glare* Ok, ok. This is not a Death fic, just wait it out….it all will be explained….IN THE NEXT CHAPTER MUHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!*cough*, Anywho…READ AND REVIEW…please? …oh, and for your note, I made the poem up all by my lonesome!