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"What is it, Donatello?" Master Splinter asked, curiosity getting the best of him.
"Well, seeing how she knows everything about us, I think that we should look for information in the libraries around Manhattan for anything on her, or ask Casey and April to," Donnie said. "But that is for tomorrow, right now we should do something to pass the time…Latin Scrabble anyone?"
"Don," Mikey moaned. "You know tha' I can't play tha' game ta save ma shell."
"We know," everyone else said at the same time.
"That's why we play," Leo said with a grin as Mikey shot a play glare at him. The glare didn't last long and Mikey ended up playing anyways. While they were playing Latin Scrabble, trying to get the images of the earlier fight out of their minds, a different fight was starting in Raph's subconscious.
Raph's Dream
Raph looked around the room he was currently in. This is strange, wasn't I just in a fight?Raph thought as he looked around. The room was a fairly small one. The walls were painted deep red with a thick substance that Raph was sure wasn't paint. The ceiling was rather high for a room with walls that were only around six feet long. The floor was splattered with the red liquid also, but the areas that weren't covered in it, should dull wood underneath. There was one window with 'the red substance' splattered on the curtain. When Raph pulled back the curtain, the window was shattered, yet boarded up with, what looked like, old wood.
"Of course you were." Raph spun around and saw the lady that they fought earlier. Raph reached for his weapons and found that he was unarmed. "Do not worry, you won't need those here. Especially not where you are going anyways."
How did I get here?
"Don't you remember?" she said as she began to grin. "I killed you, then your brothers. They tried to put up a fight after you were gone, but sorrow does that to creatures, and I don't have mercy for anything."
How can you take me anywhere if I'm dead?
"Simple, your body won't be able to go anywhere, but your soul can, and I'm taking you to hell with me…forever. Let me tell you, it takes a while to get used to the place, but you'll feel at home after a while, I'll make sure of that."
With Leo, Master Splinter, Donnie, and Mikey
"Villa, W-E-Y-L-A," Mikey said as he put down the letters.
"Mike," Donnie said as he, Leo, and Master Splinter started to grin.
"What?" Mikey asked. "Tha's how ya spell it."
"No, you spell it V-I-L-L-A, not W-E-Y-L-A," Leo said.
"Same difference," Mikey said as he crossed his arms over his plastron and tried to pout. Just as Donnie and Leo were about to argue with Mikey, a piercing scream was heard from Raph's room, followed by a short, dull thud.
"Raph!" Leo, Donnie, Master Splinter, and Mikey yelled as they got up and ran to Raph's room. Master Splinter, even in his old age, made it there first and opened the door. They all ran in and saw Raph face first on the floor. Long, deep slashes were carved into his forearms and legs. A message was written on his arms, made with the slashes. It read: I will come back for the rest of you! Everyone sat in the room with their eyes wide as they heard the entrance door to the lair open then slam shut.
"Didn't we lock that?" Mikey said as he locked out of Raph's room and at the door. He saw that it was unlocked and the door swung on its hinges. The path to the door was covered in dark red footsteps, along with the door handle. "This is just a dream…I'll wake up soon. Please let this be a dream." Mikey turned back around and saw Raph's body covered in the gashed and the floor collecting a puddle of his blood.
"We need to stop the bleeding soon! Mikey, get the bandages! Mikey!" Donnie yelled. Mikey just stood there, staring at Raph's fallen form. Mikey noticed that his bandana was barely on and deep gashes led up to Raph's closed eyelids, were blood flowed freely.
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