Hola everyone! Sorry it's been so long. Here's the next chapter! This one's a tad more violent, just a warning.

Diclaimer: Yeah... Also, I'm a Minnesota girl. I have no idea what's going on with all of the borroughs of New York. I just picked some. Keep that in mind

Thank you kindly to all of my reviewers. I'm glad you like it. Now, on with the show!


Raphael clung frantically to the seat, wondering how he got into this mess. He glanced at the driver of the immense chopper, a completely mental version of his bo-staff wielding brother. At the moment, said head-case was flying the both of them to Michelangelo's place (which turned out to be in Queens) where they would soon be playing this mysterious "game" that Raph had heard so much about.

Well… not so much, actually, he realized. He had no clue what the game entailed, but if these messed up versions of his brothers liked it then he could be sure that it wasn't anything good.

"Voila!" Not-Donnie cried as he pointed to a huge skyscraper. "La casa de Mikey!" He landed the helicopter on the roof and hopped out. Raph followed, only to be greeted by ten Foot ninjas. The fronts of their uniforms were adorned with orange turtle shells.

"Master has been expecting you, sirs," one said. "Follow us." Not-Donnie skipped merrily after them; Raph followed warily. He still couldn't get used the fact that the Foot were working for them.

They made their way to an elevator. Only two of the ninjas went into the car with the Turtles. Raph examined the buttons and discovered that this building had forty floors, just like his. One ninja pushed number 32. They descended, and when the car came to a stop and the doors opened, Raph found himself in a very strange room.

TV screens covered one entire wall. They were all on and all showed what Raph recognized to be different sections of Queens. People carried out their daily lives, some no doubt unaware that they were being watched.

"It's about time," came an impatient voice. Raph turned to see his blue and orange clad brothers sitting in swivel chairs around a large round table. Not-Leo drummed his fingers on the table impatiently. "You're late."

Raph glanced at the clock that was hanging on the wall above the table. It was 3:02. You have got to be kidding me…

"Sorry Leo, I was showing Raph my Laser!" Not-Donnie jumped into the chair next to the angry turtle. He swiveled around, giggling softly. Raph couldn't believe it. The Donnie he knew did not giggle. Well, at least not insanely.

"Wait, you went to Donnie's lab?" Not-Mikey was dumbfounded. "You actually went to Brooklyn?"

"Yeah," Raph answered, wondering why Mikey sounded so awe-struck. "I needed some exercise."

"You walked to Brooklyn from Manhattan?"

"No, I ran most of the way."

"You're psycho." Not-Leo sounded disgusted.

"No, Donnie's psycho!" Raph burst out. The other two turtles turned to their mechanically inclined brother, who was currently running his finger across the surface of the table. And giggling. He looked up.

"It leaves marks" he said, not really looking at any of them, before returning his full attention to the table.

Raph raised an eyebrow, as if to say, See.

"What are you talking about, bro? That's normal for Donnie," Not-Mikey said. Raph just stared at him.

"If you girls don't mind," Not-Leo snarled, "I'd love to get the game started."

"'Kay, but I'm not sitting out this time," Not-Donnie said, swiveling in his chair.

"Well, someone's gotta monitor the screens," Not-Leo said, motioning to the wall of TVs.

"I'm hosting, it's my turn to play," Not-Mikey pouted.

"I'll sit out," Raph volunteered. He didn't know the rules of the game, anyway, and would rather keep that fact to himself. The other Turtles froze, then turned to his slowly.

"You're volunteering to sit out?" Not-Mikey was beside himself. "But the game is your favorite thing EVER!"

Raph shrugged. "I'll live."

"But…"

"Whatever," cut in Not-Leo. "Mikey, get the pawns in here.

Not-Mikey nodded and leaned across the table. He pressed a button on an intercom device, leaned down, and spoke into it. "Send them in."

Doors Raph hadn't noticed before opened, and three men walked in. They were all in their early twenties, clothed in slightly ragged jeans and T-shirts. They all looked very nervous and frightened. Raph suddenly became very uncomfortable, odd scenarios playing through his head as to what his brothers planned to do with these guys.

"Do you know why you're here?" Not-Leo asked, his voice eerily slow and quiet. They shook their heads. "You are players in our game. The game. The best game ever. You should feel honored." The three men did not look like they felt honored. They looked intimidated and scared as hell.

"We will give you each a weapon and ring the gong, signaling the people on the streets to get inside." Not-Mikey explained. So that's what they were talking about when they asked to ring the gong. Wait, weapons? Where is this going?

"Then we will set you out onto the streets." Not-Donnie's voice was deadly serious and almost sane. Almost. "We will track you. If you can evade us for an hour, you are free to go home. If you can't…" He trailed off, an insane grin spreading across his face.

Not-Leo rose and opened a cabinet. Weapons of all shapes and sizes littered the inside. "Choose a weapon, then get out of my sight. The timer begins fifteen minutes after the gong has been rung."

All three turtles turned and looked at Raph, apparently expecting his to deliver the next part of this demented little speech. He just stared at them, dumbstruck. Not-Leo snorted.

"Don't even think about cheating," he said, motioning to the TV screens. "We have eyes everywhere, and we will be watching you. Now, pick a weapon and go."

All three men ran to the cabinet, grabbed a sword, and ran out the door. It slid shut behind them.

"I'll take the brunette, he looked the toughest," Not-Leo said. He glanced at Not-Mikey. "Blonde?" He nodded. "Donnie?"

"I'll take the last guy," Not-Donnie confirmed. He smelled like parsley."

Raph was bemused that neither of the other Turtles seemed bothered by that bizarre comment. The sound of a gong reverberated throughout the building. Not-Leo grinned maniacally and unsheathed his katanas.

"Ah, I love the hunt!"

"Hold it! Hold it! You're not actually going to track these guys, are you?" Raph couldn't believe it. This is the game?

"Uh, yeah bro, we do it every week," Not-Mikey was looking at Raph like he was an escaped mental patient again. "Hey look, are you sure you're okay? 'Cuz you're acting really, really weird." Raph was about to tell them all that they were frickin' sick, but Not-Leo spoke first.

"Now, just in case you've forgotten," he sneered, putting impatient emphasis on 'forgotten.' "You monitor the screens, these three here," he motioned to a bank of four screens, three of which were currently on. They were all color coordinated to the colors each of the Turtles wore. All screens were split across the middle. On top was an image of the "pawn" each of the Turtles had chosen, the bottom showed the Turtle that would be hunting them. "Make sure they don't cheat." Raph realized that no one had outlined exactly what cheating required. "Also, give us pointers. If we're going the wrong way, let us know through our comm. Links," Not-Leo tapped his earpiece. Raph stared at his, openmouthed. "What? We do it for you!"

Well, there's no honor among alternate dimension versions of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles…thought Raph. He glanced back at the screens, which also had a sort of grid/radar system thing. One little blip represented a turtle, the other represented his quarry. He had been planning to tell them, in no uncertain terms, to track them their own damn selves because this was all very disturbing, but an idea struck him.

"Okay Leo, I think I get it now," Raph said, mustering up his best sarcastic tone and throwing in an eye-roll. Not-Donnie giggled as he pulled out his bo.

Not-Leo made an impatient noise. "Just don't screw it up." He ran out the door the guys had left through. Not-Donnie followed, still giggling.

Not-Mikey winked at Raph, relieved that his brother was starting to act "himself" again. He walked out of the room smiling.

Raph wheeled a chair over to the screens that he was supposed to be watching. He plopped himself down and analyzed the scene on the first screen, which was purple. Raph decided to help the guys the nightmare versions of his brothers were "playing with." No one deserves to be treated like an animal, hunted down.

Alarmingly, Not-Donnie was already very close to his prey. Raph watched in horror as the turtle in purple started to turn down the alley his guy was hiding in. Raph had to act fast.

"No Donnie, not that way!" He cried into the small com-link microphone. On the screen, Not-Donnie stopped, looking confused.

"But Raph, it smells really strongly of parsley down here!"

Raph was astounded. That parsley thing is for real? He thought for a second, trying to come up an explanation that a deranged mind would find logical.

"The guy who invented parsley lives down there!" Was all he could come up with.

"Parsley is an herb, Raphael, you can't invent herbs," came the Donatello (the sane Donatello) sounding response. But Not-Donnie moved off in the wrong direction. Raph breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to the orange screen.

Not-Mikey was chasing his guy through an odd maze-like network of alleyways. Raph spent a half an hour carefully guiding the nunchaku brandishing Turtle around in the wrong direction. Raph had to hold back laughter. He had the other Turtle thoroughly confused, his quarry blocks away.

Raph checked the clock. Fifty-five minutes had gone by. Maybe I can save these guys. There's only five minutes left.

Raph turned his attention to the last screen just in time to see Not-Leo run his guy through with a katana.

"Holy Shit!" Raph yelled in surprise. He watched, wide-eyed, as the sword was yanked back out of the lifeless body. It slumped to the ground and lay facedown. Blood began pooling beneath it. Not-Leo grinned and looked at his blood-covered sword. He did not wipe it off.

"Looks like I win," Came his smug voice over the com-link. Raph was repulsed.

"Aww, man," chorused the disappointed voices of the remaining Turtles.

"Hey Leo, what does it feel like to win?" Not-Mikey inquired dejectedly.

"Really good. Man, I haven't won for, like, ever."

"What do you mean?" Raph asked reflexively, shocked that he could even speak.

"well, you always win." Not-Leo sounded a little bitter.

"Yeah, and it never takes you this long!" Not-Mikey put in.

Raph just sat, numb, and stared at the screen. I won? I killed People? Innocent people? And I liked it? Not just liked it, but loved it?

Raphael, the warrior, the hot-head, the Turtle who was always ready for a fight, the one who had been in countless battles and had undoubtedly spilled much enemy blood, ran to the nearest garbage can and threw up.


Leo and Mikey stared at Raphael's closed bedroom door.

"Uh…what's up with him?" Mikey asked, looking confused and a little worried.

"I don't know," Leo responded, just as concerned.

They continued to stare at the door, unaware of what Not-Raph had planned for them; unaware that they were in immense danger.

"He's been acting uber weird all day," Mikey said. "Remember when he asked where we were?"

"Yeah, he was totally unaware that we live in the sewer."

"And how he keeps looking at Master Splinter, like he can't believe he's seeing him?"

"Yeah, that's really odd."

"And how he called April 'Viper'?"

Leo nodded empathetically. "That was so strange. I have no idea where he got that from. Poor April was so confused. Of course, so were we. We still are."

"And how he ate my Hawaiian pizza?"

"That's the weirdest part!" Leo was practically beside himself. "Raph hates that stuff!"

"Remember last week when I offered him some? He chucked it at me!"

Leo chuckled. "Yeah, that was funny." His laughter died away and he sat, thinking.

"There's something wrong with him," Mikey stated, glancing back at Raph's door.

"Yeah," Leo agreed. "It's almost like he's not our brother."

"He may not be," came Donnie's voice from behind them.


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