Alright, here's chapter two. I'm glad you thought it was weird, Lioness-Goddess, that's what I was going for :)

Disclaimer: Not mine...

Thoughts are in italics


Raphael woke, gasping, in a very different bathroom than he remembered losing consciousness in.

The floor was green marble, the walls were painted a dazzling white, and every fixture was gold. The room was immense; he thought it might have been bigger than their entire old lair.

Raph gripped the edge of the solid gold sink and hoisted himself up off of the floor. He gasped and stumbled back.

I'll never be able to look in a mirror the same way again, he thought. He cautiously approached the sink and gazed into the mirror. His reflection gazed back. Raph waved his arms around. His reflection did the same. He reached out and touched the mirror. Solid, cool glass was all his fingers made contact with. He dropped his gaze to the sink. There was an odd white powder coating the inside, and an odd smelling candle was placed over the drain. He didn't touch anything.

He made his way over to the only door in the immaculate bathroom and opened it slowly, wary of what he would find. His jaw dropped.

He was standing in the largest bedroom he had ever seen. Plush green carpet covered the floors. In one corner stood what looked like an entire gym full of exercise equipment. He turned and saw a huge cabinet filled with weapons of all shapes and sizes, many he had never seen before. His gaze fell to the bed. It was three times bigger than his bed at home. It was covered in a red and gold bedspread and surrounded by crimson hangings. It was so high off the ground that one needed to climb three little steps to get up on it.

Raph spun as he heard a door open. A girl of about seventeen came in, pushing a cart. She looked like a maid at a hotel, right down to her little red maid's uniform.

"Oh!" She exclaimed upon seeing Raph. She threw herself to the floor at his feet, bowing. "I am sorry, Master! I was unaware you were still in here. Forgive me." There was a hint of pleading in her voice, and Raph could tell that she was completely terrified.

Master? Raph thought. He looked back down at the girl.

"That's okay. Um, I was just leaving." The girl didn't look up at him.

"I will leave until you are ready to depart from your bedroom, Master," she said, picking herself up off of the floor.

My bedroom? Raph thought, confused. Okay…

Just then something began beeping behind him. He spun around and found a large computer-like machine. It had a keyboard and a huge flat screen, which was mounted on the wall.

"What's this thing?" He asked the girl. She gave him an odd look.

"I believe you have a call, My Lord," she answered.

Perplexed, Raph walked over to the keyboard and pressed a button that was flashing blue. He heard the door close behind him as the girl quickly left the room. An image appeared on the screen. Raph was relieved. It was Leo. Maybe he knew what was going on. He was about to open his mouth to speak, but stopped.

The Turtle that stared at Raph from the screen looked like Leo, but… He had an odd X shaped scar on his left cheek and was wearing an oddly spiked strap across his plastron to hold the katana strap onto his back. That wasn't what concerned Raphael the most, however. The look in Leo's eyes was…hard. Angry. The expression on his face was that of a particularly strict military drill sergeant. While Leo could be strict sometimes, Raph was positive that his facial expression could never be that…severe. And his eyes… He was Leo, but somehow…not.

"Well, good morning, Sunshine," Not-Leo said mockingly. "I was wondering when you'd drag your lazy ass out of bed."

Raph gaped. "Wha…?"

"Ah, a glimpse of the wit you are so famous for," Not-Leo sneered, his voice dripping sarcasm.

Raph didn'tquite knowhow to respond to that. He wasn't used to Leo being so openly hostile to him.

"Anyway, you remembered that its game day, didn't you?" Not-Leo asked lazily, leaning back in the chair he was sitting in.

"Um…" Raph didn't know what to say. He focused on the screen, into the room behind Not-Leo. It was very similar to the one Raph was in right now. The only difference was that is was filled with Japanese artifacts. Well, at least something was consistent between the Leo he knew and this guy. And, of course, his possessions were blue where Raph's were red.

Not-Leo snorted, looking disgusted. He was about to say something when the door to his room opened.

Raph watched as a girl came in carrying a tray. She was wearing a maid's uniform, identical to that of the girl's he had encountered earlier, except that it was blue.

"Oh!" She exclaimed. "I am very sorry, Master. I was unaware you were in the middle of a call." She dropped her gaze, not looking at the screen.

"Come here," Not-Leo commanded, a weird edge to his voice. The girl walked toward him. He took the tray from her and placed it somewhere out of Raph's line of sight. The girl was still staring at the floor. Not-Leo reached out and lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. He smiled. She smiled weakly in return, looking relieved. Then he backhanded her across the face, sending her sprawling.

"Next time, knock before you just barge right in," Not-Leo said, his voice like ice. The girl scrambled up, murmuring apologies, and quickly exited the way she had come.

"So, anyway," Not-Leo continued, as if nothing had happened. "It's Michelangelo's turn to host, so I suggest you bring your appetite. He always has good food."

Raph was only half listening. Leo just hit an innocent girl. He couldn't believe it. The Leo he knew was reluctant to hurt any girl, even if she was trying to kill him. All of his brothers were like that.There is something very wrong here.

A beep from his keyboard brought him out of his reverie. Not-Leo smirked.

"Ah, speak of the devil. I'll patch him in." Raph watched as he pressed a button on his keyboard. The screen flickered off, and when it flickered back on it was divided in half.: Not-Leo on one side, and on the other…

"Mikey?" Raph whispered. The Turtle that looked back at him looked just like Michelangelo, but Raph knew he was not. He couldn't be. He had a jagged scar over his left eye (why is everyone so scarred? Raph wondered vaguely) and his lip seemed curled in a permanent sneer. There was no trace of humor on his usually happy-go-lucky brother's face. This Turtle was Mikey…but not.

"Yo, bro, ready for game day?" Not-Mikey asked, a perverse sort of amusement evident in his voice.

"Shell for brains forgot," Not-Leo responded, taking a piece of toast from the tray his unfortunate maid had brought in. He crunched on it loudly.

"Dude!" Not-Mikey yelled, clearly annoyed. "We just talked about it yesterday!" Raph felt trapped.

"Sorry…You guys know how coherent I am in the morning," Raph joked casually, not wanting to make them suspicious of anything.

"Coherent?" Not-Leo asked.

"Yeah, dude, that's like, a Donatello word," Not-Mikey agreed, raising an eye ridge.

Raph frowned. It was true that Donnie used big words, but he was sure that his brothers knew what "coherent" meant.

"Where is he, anyway?" Raph asked, trying to change the subject.

"Prolly at his lab," Not-Mikey said absently, crossing his arms across his plastron. "He's developing some new laser thing, I dunno." He waved a hand.

Well, at least Donnie's the same, Raph thought. Then again, maybe not…

"What about Master Splinter?" Raph queried. "Where's he?"

Both of the Turtles on the screen frowned, looking utterly confused.

"Master who?" Not-Mikey asked.

"Splinter…" Not-Leo murmured, seeming lost in thought. "Oh, the rat." The contempt in his voice stopped Raph's heart cold. Not even the Shredder had spoken of Splinter with such malice.

Not-Leo smiled wickedly. "We killed it a long time ago, don't you remember?"


Mikey looked up from his comic book when he heard the bathroom door open. Raphael walked out, wearing a strange spiked belt and an odd smile.

"Yo, dude, what's up with the biker look?" Mikey inquired, drawing the attention of Donnie and Leo.

"Oh, you know, something different." There was an odd tone to Raph's voice; it sounded darker somehow, more grating. The other Turtles noticed his odd expression and especially the hard look in Raph's eyes. They shot each other questioning looks.

Master Splinter shuffled into the room just then, giving them all a small smile before continuing on toward the kitchen. The other's noticed Raph's shocked expression, which was quickly replaced with a wicked grin.

Hmmm… Thought Not-Raph. This should be interesting…


To be continued! Review now please! Anyone? Review?