A/N: Well, now it's my turn (E. Linx). I would laugh maniacally but ET did that in the last chapter. Hm… think, think, think.

Mikey: You could cackle insidiously.

Lynx: What am I? Mr. Hyde?

Raph: More like a hyena.

ET: Heh, don't provoke her. Have you guys ever heard her laugh?

Lynx: Hey!! I think I am just going to hit someone with this overly sized foam baseball bat. Cower in fear! –insane giggle-

Mikey- Oh, I'm cowering.


Chapter 3: Horrors

Shredder was not happy. It was a week, a week of searching every street, every alley, every mail box, and still not a sign of the girl anywhere. As if vanishing into thin air. His forces, spies, ninjas, and all the others could not find her or any sign of the turtles. He paced his office in anger. This girl was even more vital to him than the turtles' destruction right now. He clenched his fist as Hun came in for his daily report.

"I hope you have some better news for me today, Hun." He snarled in his usual hideous hiss. No answer. "WELL?"

"Master," Hun began in a subdued voice, "there is still no sign of her anywhere. Stockman is now creating a device that will track the code she bears. We should have her in our grasp very-" He was silenced by the pounding of his master's fist onto the office table, splintering it.

"I want her found, Hun. All these delays make me impatient! If the turtles find out about what she can do, she will be a potential weapon to be used against us!" Shredder's eyes blazed behind his mask. "Find and bring her here! DO YOU HEAR ME?!"


A faint panting noise echoed through the darkness. But where? Where was it coming from? She wondered. It haunted her to no end. Echoing, and echoing like a lingering sadness. Each new breath added to the chaos. It built up, a cacophony without noise. Everything was out of control. The sound: bleating in her ears. A taste of fear clung to its winds.

The rasp was hot within her lungs, coldly grasping her, squeezing with an invisible hand that showed no mercy. Her muscles vibrated, frequently expanding only to detract immediately, in an attempt to escape the tightness. Over and over again, building up, more and more.

However, as her fingers flew to her chest in a frantic endeavor to tear out the pain, her eyes did not meet her hands. They were invisible. A sense of panic flooded her mind as she realized how dark the darkness actually was.

As far as her mind's eye could see, the shadows stretched for eternity, consuming all in its path. Desperate, she patted her shoulders, sides, and legs, to ensure that she was, in fact, standing there. But she felt nothing. She no longer possessed the sense of touch.

All of her senses dissipated, shriveling into the cold breaths of wind. The sound of her breath suddenly augmented, transforming into a heartbeat. Pulsating, throbbing, and moaning with tireless enthusiasm. Each beat convulsed her chest with an uncontrollable force. Bum BUM, bum BUM, bum BUM. With each beat a new pang of pain pulsated through her.

She quickly began running away from the sound, despite the feeling of standing still. It quickly ensued, chasing, transforming all in its path into a deadly chaos. However, the heavy anvils within her lungs dragged the horrified girl down, falling hard into the darkness.

Her senses suddenly returned to her in the form of a pain caused from agonizing needles. Black goo crawled and repulsed her skin with an icy touch. She sank. Sank deep within the pool of darkness, as she attempted to steal air through her tormented air passages.

All seemed lost. The shadows refused to give in. Blood coursed through her veins in panic as she sank deeper and deeper. She grew faint, as the plop-drip noise covered her shallow breaths. But she had to get out...she had to!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!

The voice was deformed and shook her body. It shattered the sky, scorching it with a wave of crimson red. Suddenly, she was capable of seeing her arms and legs, under the influence of red light. Red light tinged with white.

She was no longer trapped with goo, but entombed under slabs of plaster and bricks. However, all else around her was shadowed by darkness. Nervously crawling to her feet, she noticed the incessant twitching of her hands.

Her gloves were gone.

Panting violently, her mind grew fixated on the absence of them.

AAAAANNNNGGGYYYYY!!

It was louder this time, with a faint sense of fright and desperation. She turned around, trying to find the source, but to no avail. Her own desperation to find it was almost as insistent as the call for her gloves.

Suddenly, the crimson sky began to fall. Well, drip to be more precise. At first sight, Angy swore the substance was paint. But upon further inspection, she placed her ungloved fingertips on it.

The "paint" was sticky, high in viscosity, and quickly dried and cracked. This was not paint.

But blood.

In horror, she fell back, to find herself in a pool of the red goo. It stuck to her fingertips, palms, and wrists, inching its way to her face.

Suddenly her body grew faint, weak, stripped of all strength. Her palms ached and ached while suffocated with caked blood. The sky's red color suddenly possessed silhouettes.

Sorrow caressed her weakness as the images danced upon her breath's wind. They danced a horrible dance, one she did not know and had no intention to learn, but was quickly swept into it. They giggled at their secret dance, and although she was part of it, she did not understand its meaning. She was not sure she wanted to.

Terrified, she reached her hand up towards the sky, trying to grab for the one silhouette not dancing, not giggling. It looked so different from the others. Smaller, broader. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Something was going to happen. She knew it.

And stuck there in the blood, metaphorically and literally, she was unable to help. Shaking tremendously, she screamed with concern the one name that could come to her mind.

Raaaaaaaaapppppphhhhhhaaaeeeellll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As if knowing her fear, the blood enveloped her, consuming all. She struggled, whimpering, and flailing, but failed to save the vision from above.

No! No! No! Raphael!


A surging pain enveloped her chest and darkness covered her eyes.

"Aaaaaaaaah!" She screamed, only to hear a yelp in return. "H-huh?" Lifting herself up with an aching pain in her bones, Angy slowly began to see light, reflecting off a very orange and green face.

"Uh-huh," it panted, "You're even worse than Raph."

"Mm-mikey?" Angy panted, attempting to regain her voice. As her senses returned, the girl realized she was sitting on top of her turtle friend with a blanket wrapped around her body and head. "What are you doing in here?"

"Well I wouldn't have to if my roommate didn't SNORE LIKE A CHAINSAW!" Mikey hurled this at the door of the room and a loud snore answered it. He then turned to her and grinned.

"Top bunk is off limits for you little girl!"

"Oh, heh, sorry." She released the shawl from around her, remaining on Mikey's chest.

A slight smile appeared on his face, immediately forgetting his friend's plight, "Do you know what day it is?!"

"Uh..." Angy quirked an eyebrow in confusion. "Wednesday?"

"No. Well yes… but I mean no," he stroked his chin thinking, on the floor. Remembering the awkward position, the turtle swiftly lifted Angy off of him. After all, the girl was shorter and lighter than her roommate. "Today is movie marathon day!"

"No way!" She responded with honest interest.

"Way!" He grinned, clutching Angy by her gloved wrist and dragging her into the TV room. "This is gonna rock! I finally have someone to watch monthly movie marathons with me!"

"Thank goodness he won't be plaguing us anymore," Donatello could be heard murmuring in obvious relief.

"Hold on speedy," she moaned. "Lemme get breakfast or something first."

A whine escaped his lips, as it usually did when he wanted something that very moment. "Well hurry! I've been lying there waiting for you to wake up all morning!"

"Really? What time is it?"

"8:00 am." Leonardo laughed, appearing behind her.

"You call that late?"

"On movie day, any hour is too late. A minute wasted brings Mikey to tears in remorse," the blue turtle joked, munching down a muffin. Leo disappeared almost as quickly as he appeared. However, Angy didn't mind. She was used to his obsessive need to train. After all, that was obviously the reason for his early rise. No one in their right mind would be up at this hour (This, obviously, did not include Mikey, who was NEVER in his right mind).

Groaning, she headed towards the kitchen.

Feeling the cold metal hinge of the refrigerator, she refused to open its door. The girl paused, allowing her uneasiness and nausea show while trying to shake the premonition of her dream. However, upon an attempt to rid the thought, she completely forgot her need for food and instead let her hand drop to her side.

She turned around and sat on one of the kitchen stools, overlooking the entirety of her new home. All was quiet despite the fact that three of the four turtles dwelled there. Even the snoring was gone, which meant that Raph had awoken and left in his usual manner of grumpiness in the morning. Surveying her surrounding, Angy was deep in thought.

Mikey was patiently awaiting his new comrade on the couch; his back facing her. After only a week in their home, he was the first to warm up to her. Despite his obvious whining, he possessed the winning personality in her mind. Always laughing, always making impressions… always making her smile. She enjoyed his company most of all.

Or at least, she felt most comfortable with him.

Meanwhile, Leonardo was practicing some new technique in the corner. Every now and then, she could hear his 'Hyah's or other sounds. However, as a ninja, he was still surprisingly quiet. In more than one sense. The turtle was kind and understanding but had an air of superiority, and she could see why the brothers would usually get irritated with him. At least in terms of acting as the leader. Not to mention his formal and polite conversations with Angy made her feel out of place. Like a guest, not as family. She could not blame him however. After all, she wasn't family. Just a temporary guest. She shook her head, not wanting to think of family just now.

Soon her eyes fell upon Donatello. He, as well as Leonardo, was thoughtful and compassionate. However, just like Leo, she felt out of place with him unless they were talking about something he was working on. In those cases he was usually the one doing most of the talking, and he spoke with his back to her. Don seemed to feel nervous around her and thus kept quiet. Angy took pleasure in quietly watching over his shoulder, being fascinated with whatever he was working on, but never really interacted with the turtle as much as she did with Mikey.

And then there was Raphael. Who was not there.

Recalling her dream, Angy thought of the crimson sky covered in blood. Why did she think of him? Every time she did, she felt herself go slightly red, but this time it was different. A horrible anguish was slithering in her stomach. Something was wrong. She should talk to him.

"You're awfully quiet," started Donatello, who was reaching for some frozen pizza (obviously no longer frozen). He sat next to her and passed a plate of the cheesy goodness under her nose. "You haven't been eating lately."

"Mm." She murmured; fingering her plate, her eyes slightly glazed over. It was apparent to the turtle that she was in a daze.

"Hello?" He laughed uneasily, waving his three fingers in front of her eyes.

"Huh?"

"What's wrong?"

"Me? N-nothing. Nothing's wrong."

Donatello raised an eyebrow. "You're a bad liar. Besides, if you won't eat the pizza, I will."

"Go ahead." She nonchalantly pushed the plate away from her.

"Ok, now I know something's up. You're acting like me. What's wrong?" He asked, trying with all his might not to eat the pizza offered to him. After all, what kind of turtle would he be without incessant pizza cravings?

Angy sighed. "I just had a bad dream. That's all. Really." She gave him a small smile that didn't reach up to her eyes.

"I'll say; your screaming woke me up. But… you've been like this for several days. I've come to rely on you as my alarm clock so I can work in my lab. Here, just eat it, ok?"

"I'm really not hungry." Upon hearing these words, Mikey immediately appeared out of thin air with the stealth of his ninja teaching.

"Does that mean you're ready to watch some movies?!" He grinned, "Oh hey pizza! Mm!!" Without another word, the childish turtle wolfed down Angy's potential breakfast. Donatello glared at him and sighed.

Despite loving movies and watching them with her new pal, Angy was too preoccupied. "Do you know where Raphael is?"

"Raph?! But you want to hang out with me today!" Mikey whined. He then took the time and eyed her carefully, "You look awful. Have you eaten anything?"

"You just ate her breakfast," Donatello groaned, smacking his forehead in aggravation of his brother's constant stupidity.

"How was I supposed to know?"

"It was sitting right in front of her."

"Well, a superhero needs to eat!" He joked, flexing his muscles. "Hey, where did Angy go?"

"You're just too beautiful to be seen with her unworthy eyes," Don sarcastically retorted, massaging his forehead, which he had slapped to hard for this time of the morning.

"I dunno... she's so quiet. You guys ever notice that? She even snuck up on YOU, Leo, and no one can do that!"

"What?" Don looked up in surprise. "She did?"

"Yea..." Mikey let his confident air slide, revealing an uneasy countenance. "Leo was training two days ago and I was coming out from the kitchen as she sneaked up on him and touched his shoulder. He jumped about ten feet in the air. Didn't hear her coming at all, and she hasn't even had ninja training." He shook his head. THIS level of thinking was way too much of a strain.

"Whoa...that's...that's interesting." Don looked as puzzled as Mikey felt.

"Hey, what's up with you? Only Raph's smart enough to make those kinds of comments." Mikey smiled, trying to lighten the mood he had caused to descend on his brother.

"Nothing. Nothing at all. I'm going to … go fix something." With that the purple sash turtle walked out of the kitchen and towards his computers, leaving Mikey in the dust before he could recruit his brother for his crazed zombie daze.

"Uuuuh, now my marathon is done for!"

Leonardo, meanwhile, watched the entire conversation. "I think I saw her head towards the west section of the sewers. I think Raph went out for a movie or something too."

"He gets to watch a movie?!"

"No one's impeding your view of the TV, Mikey."

"But no one's gonna watch it with me."


Head down, Angy strolled along the sewers, blindly thinking. She turned corner after corner, not sure of where she was going. Her mind sped ahead, around even more corners, getting lost in the realms of her mind.

"Hey, kid!"

"Huh?" The girl gazed up to see Raphael in his trench coat, her brain slowly backtracking to her body. "Where were you?"

"Was going to see a movie."

"At 8:00 am?"

"Well not many people are around then."

"Oh." She sighed. Maybe she was wrong. The turtle was fine. He wasn't dismembered or dying. Maybe her dream had just been something her mind had made up to confuse her. She ran her hand over her features.

"Somethin' wrong, kid?" Raphael approached her, shedding his attire. Even after a week around him, she still couldn't read any of his emotions, unless all he ever felt was some sinister pleasure at life.

"Nothing really. Just out for some fresh air."

The turtle could hear the depression in her voice. "Hey, you wanna go topside with me? I mean, the sewers don't exactly have fresh air." He asked with a grin in her direction.

"Um, ok." She smiled and followed him to the nearest manhole.


Angy had never been on a motorcycle before. It was definitely an inebriating experience her first time. Speeding along down the streets of New York City at 120 mph was something she could definitely get used to. She could feel her fear and depression left behind in the wind. Raphael was an expert in handling the early morning traffic, speeding through red lights, not wanting to risk stopping at one and being spotted. He swerved around corners at a break neck speed. She doubted that Master Splinter knew about this toy of his.

After driving around for half an hour of so, Raphael pulled into a stray alley and turned off the motor, then looked behind him.

"You can let go now. We've stopped." He grinned at her as she slowly stood up and leaned against the brick wall next to him.

She gave him a fake little pout. "Already? And I was just starting to have fun!"

He laughed and leaned over the front of his bike. "You know, you're not what I expected. I thought you'd start bawling as soon as you got your first REAL breath of fresh air." He tossed his helmet to the side. "Feeling better?"

"Then what?"

"Then you were this morning."

"Oh heh...yea, a lot. How did you know I...?" She trailed off, confused.

The turtle grinned in a way which could cause any girl to squeal mainly authors of a fanfiction. "I'm a ninja, remember? I notice these things."

He glanced down at her hands. "That reminds me," He added, trying to interrogate without making the girl nervous. "What's up with you and those gloves? I mean, that first night you were really...insistent on having them. What's up with that?" He crossed his arms and leaned against his bike, staring intently at her.

Angy sighed and looked at her hands. Half-lying, "I already told you, I don't know. It's just...if I don't have them on, I feel like something will go horribly wrong, like I won't survive." She shook her head, hoping her previous guesses were wrong. "I wish I knew."

Suddenly one of her hands was bare. She started, and then looked up to see Raph examining it closely. With a strangled cry she dove for it but instead crashed into the bike. She could feel the overwhelming drive building up inside of her. She had to get her glove back.

She HAD to! Or it would all fail; everything she cared for would die. She had to get it BACK! She saw Raphael standing, still looking intently at her glove, at the back of the alley. Her mind started calculating where he would dive to next, which way she should grab, how fast she should move, and before the turtle could breath, she grabbed his arm and snatched the glove away from his curious eyes.

But she made the mistake of grabbing his arm with her ungloved hand.

As her world began to swim and her vision to go, she saw Raph's face start to change and become distorted. "Huhhhmmmm," she moaned, consciousness: quickly lost.

She was back in the realm of her nightmares, watching Raphael's face fall farther and farther away from her.

As Raphael watched his friend earlier, still by his bike, he had thought how like a panther she looked, ready to strike. Cool and calculating, and yet still dangerous. He had no idea she could move that fast either, like lightning, and was surprised because she hadn't learned ninjitsu.

When she passed out, he caught and gently laid her on the floor, telling himself not to panic. He forced the glove back onto her vacant hand. What was wrong with her? Why, after just TOUCHING him, did she totally lose it? What the shell did those gloves have to do with everything? He pounded the ground in frustration.

He, and his brothers, were trying to glean information this past week as to her whereabouts without her knowledge, hoping to find something on the surface. But nothing came up. There was no trace of a missing teenage girl answering to Angy's description.

As she came to, he let her back and head rest against his chest, hoping that something relatively softer than the ground would reassure her. She twitched with nervous unease, and the turtle, slightly frightened at this girl who was like a sister now, held her tight, as if she was cold. After a few seconds of consciousness, she let out a blood curdling scream.

"NO!"

It took her a moment to realize where she was. She looked up at Raphael, then took a deep breath and leaned forward, her head in her hands. He sat next to her, waiting.

"So, you gonna tell me what's been goin' on in there?"

She looked up at him and saw the sympathy in his eyes. Raphael wouldn't tell anyone and wouldn't think she was crazy, either.

Somehow she knew, despite hanging around with Mikey instead of Raph. Despite her comfort level higher with orange, she felt a stronger brother-sister relationship with red.

"I..." Her raspy voice was back and she cleared her throat to make it go away. She began nervously pacing back and forth, debating whether or not this was a good idea. "I see things... I don't know what they are, but... I don't know. An example…" Her voice suddenly grew shaky, and frightened. "When this first happened… was with Casey, and I saw you guys and this woman in a white dress, bells, children, and, and…things like that. But then they got so depressing... so... foreboding..." Her head jerked up to look at him and her eyes gleamed with an intensity that was almost palpable in its heat. "Promise me you won't tell anyone. No one can find out, ok?"

"But..." Raphael didn't know if keeping this was such a good idea.

"PROMISE ME!" Her eyes glistened with tears and she was almost on top of him in her earnest to gain his consent to her request. "Please?" The turtle took a deep breath and hoped he wasn't making a mistake.

"Promise."


A/N: Yay all typed up! And on a school night, even!

E.T: AND RAPH STRIPS! -squeals-

Lynx: AND RIDES HIS MOTORCYCLE!

Mikey: Ahhhh, why don't I ever get the girls to scream over me?

Leo: You really want Alix and E.T. fawning over you like that Mikey? (-Points to the two with hearts in their eyes gazing at Raph, who is practicing twirling his Tsai-)

Mikey...Good point

ET&Lynx: (-too love-stricken to make a comeback-)