Alright boys and girls, I have heard that this site does not allow us to use songs, but as I read through several of the fic's on this site, I find songs being used.

So, I'm taking a risk and posting this, and if anyone has a problem with it, feel free to contact me.

Now, without further ado…

Chapter 3

Disclaimer: The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are not mine. The song is called Judgment Day, by Shiloh (The Civil War-The Nashville Session). I do not own this either. I'm just borrowing...

The storm howled above, warning all those brave or foolish enough to temp a venture topside to reconsider. The sewers were filling up with water quickly and if you could find a place that wasn't damp and threatening to breed mold, you could consider yourself lucky. Warm and dry at April's, Leo shifted in the chair and stared into the blank T.V screen, as if trying to conjure his father from its depts. So far, all he found was his own reflection, staring back morosely.

"I sit among my charts and maps, and hear the lonely call of Taps, like the wind across the moon. I pray to God that I am right, and then I send boys off to fight and travel home in boxes far too soon…"

There had been no warning, none that Shredder's forces had decided to attack. One minute they had been out trying to locate their hotheaded brother, and the next; they were fighting for their lives.

"May God have mercy on my soul, for all the years that I have stolen from the men who follow what I say… may the families all forgive the orders I so calmly give them as I march their sons into harm's way..."

Somehow, in the chaos, they had managed to mount a retreat towards the sewers. There, at least, they could outdistance them, and from there, instead of returning home and risking exposing the Lair to the Foot, they made their way slowly towards April's where they had found Raph, with Casey, safe and sound.

"I write to mothers of their sons, and say "they were the bravest ones," and then I pour a drink and sleep…"

After giving Raph the lecture of a lifetime, Leo had tried to sleep, but found it impossible. He was too worried about Splinter. Had the Foot Ninjas, somehow, during the pursuit through the sewers, managed to locate their Lair? If so, what had become of their master and father? And what would become of them?

"But sleep is only filled with drums, a slice of death till morning comes, a heart of darkness where my soul can weep."

Checking on his brothers, asleep in the living room, Leo almost smiled as he looked at the space where they had decided he would sleep. He was willing to share the sofa-bed, yes, but not with all of his brothers, and not when the bed was only made to hold two people. Well, maybe three if all three were very close friends. As things were, Leo could barley make out which arm and leg belong to which body. On his way out, he grabbed his swords. The blood needed to be washed off.

"Come walk a mile in bloody shoes, and lose the men that I am losing; watch them pay the piper for my tune. Come walk among their ghosts with me, and look through eyes too used to seeing faces who have joined the lost platoon…"

Leo scrubbed his swords until his hands were raw, fighting backhis inner turmoil all the while. What had become of his beloved father? He needed to find out. However, his brothers were in no condition to fight, after being dragged out in the rain, fighting, and worrying over each other, and the Foot ninja's were sure to be swarming the sewers. If Splinter was still alive, surly he would have tried to contact his sons by now? The fact that he had not weighted heavily on the eldest turtles heart, and he feared the worst had come to pass. He needed to know…

"Come Judgment Day God only knows if man will reap the pain he's sows; and what will be the price he has to pay…but down here on the killing floor, among the crimson rags of war…for me, each day I live is Judgment Day… "

Curtains bellowed in the breeze from the open window, allowing rain to splatter the floor of the kitchen. The cold air moved through the house and woke the youngest of the three mutant turtles sleeping in the apartment's living room. Grumbling to himself, he slowly cracked one eye open and saw that it was only one o'clock in the morning. Sighing, Mikey reached for the covers only to find them stolen in the night by his two older brothers.

Shivering, Mikey eased himself out of bed and made his way towards the source of the cold, almost managing to break his neck as he slid across the west kitchen floor. Now thoroughly annoyed, Mikey finally managed to close the window, ending the breeze that was threatening to turn him into a turtle-popsicle. He yawned, wondering were Leo was, as he didn't see him in the living room with Donnie and Raph, before noticing a note left on the table. Reading the note, Mikey quickly forgot his earlier annoyance and his shout managed not only to wake his brothers, but also the two humans sleeping in the apartments upper levels.

"And out there on the killing floor, I hear the bloody sounds of war and watch a thousand more souls slip away. And sometimes it's too much to bear, the dead and dying everywhere, and everyday for me is Judgment Day…everyday for me is Judgment Day…"

A/N: Well, it's comming along. Like I said, I welcome any questions about the song. Simply e-mail me. However, flames will not be tolerated. I live in Southwest Texas, it's already hot enough without adding that to the fire. Let me know what ya'll think.