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A/N: Wow! Took way longer than I intentioned on continuing with this story! To make a long story short, computer died, then a particularly nasty illness swept through the household. We ended up having to buy a new PC. Not fun. Oh well, I'm thrilled to be able to write on this again. The computers at work have been reformatted and aren't blocking this website anymore so I can do this on lunch and free time. Sweet! Hope you enjoy this next installment!

Chapter 2

The Message

I drop the phone with a high pitched squeal, definetly not a scream, but a squeal. Then again, maybe yell is a better term.

As soon as it hits the floor the snickering voice that called out my name goes silent. Hesitantly I reach forward and touch the phone with my fingertip. I snatch it back. I inspect my hands. No burns, cuts, melting flesh, boils, blisters, red spots or stinky smell. Phone is now safe. Even still I pick up the phone kinda cautiously before finally flipping it shut.

The voice, it called my name. Major creepy. No, more than creepy, fantastically scary! Just like in my comic book, only in real life! I grin at my clever use of words. Sometimes I'm just too much.

Then I freeze as I hear a sound behind me. It sounds innocent enough, it's just a faint scratch, scratch, just a rat, for sure. And not the three foot one we all know and love either, just a general, run-of-the-mill rat. Then from the same area I hear the snicker. It starts out low, then rises in fervor and pitch. That same grimlen sucked-up-on-hellium snicker. My skin shivers.

Oh shell.

Shoving the phone in my belt, I bolt for the door, my heart thudding in my chest. My legs are rubbery. This can't still be happening! Surely the phone call is fake, it was just Raph playing a prank...yeah, that's it! And the scratching was a rat, of course it was a rat. What else could it be? A big, hairy rat. But it laughed. Rats don't laugh, do they? Well, ours does but he's different, right?

Only one other conclusion enters my mind: it must be a monster! The monster from my dreams! But dreams aren't real, are they? But I've had one come true before, so did Donny, so that could only mean...

"GUYS!"

I scrambled away, practically falling over myself in my haste to get away. The guys are waiting for me, but don't seem to fully realize the extent of the danger that we're in right now. They merely look up at me curiously between sips of coffe and tea. I run over to them, my breath coming in huge gasps. Frantically I glance behind me to ensure that I am not being chased by a hoard of scratching, snickering, name-calling little demonic monsters.

The Lair is clear.

Turning back to my brothers I try to explain. "Guys, guys, guys!" My words spill out in a gush.

Raph groaned.

"I dreamed of these monsters, you see? Hundreds, thousands, no...millions of them! And they were evil! And bad!"

"Uh huh." Leo sipped his tea.

"But then when I woke up, I thought 'well hahaha, it's just a dream' and then one of them called me on my phone and said my name!"

"Do tell." Don flipped to the next page in the newspaper.

"Of course I wasn't scared yet, but then I heard them behind me, from my room! They're probably still in there! We need to get out of here before they come after us!" Turning I gallantly led the way for my waward brothers...it took me a little bit to realize that they weren't following me.

They hadn't budged from where they were sitting. Leo still sipped his tea, Don was still reading the newspaper, and Raph still gulped his coffee. My jaw dropped. Didn't they realize the danger that they were in! I came towards them again, planning on making another try. A hand on my arm stopped me. I jumped, but it was only Sensei. Perfect! I can let him know!

I opened my mouth to explain but he shook his head. "No, Michelangelo. Not right now."

Crestfallen, I stared at him. I couldn't help it, but my lower lip started to pout. "But Sensei, really-"

"No." Once again he cut me off. "You are already later than usual in getting up. We do not have time for your stories."

"Stories?" I questioned. I couldn't begin to think what he was talking about. This was a serious situation, no time for stories!

"Yeah, like the naked flesh eating rabbit that you claimed lived under you bed-" Raph cut in through his coffee.

"-When rabbits are obviously herbivours." Don corrected.

"Or when you said that your comic books tried to eat you-" Leo sighed.

"-When they have no stomachs to even ingest you with." Don said.

"Or the beautiful princess that you claimed kept calling you and asking you out..." Raph added.

"Well, that one's kind of obvious!" Don grinned. Even old sour-puss-in-the-morning Raph chuckled at that one.

I looked at each of them in turn, trying to understand why they wouldn't believe me. Sure I lied with those other stories, but this one was true! It was different! None of them bothered to notice my looks so I sighed in resignation. Who am I kidding. Of course they won't believe me. I should've realized that when I first tried to tell them. They never believe me just because I play a prank here and there, or say a silly story every once in a while. Sometimes they can be such stiffs. What they didn't understand was that this was no time to be stiffs, this was serious!

It was then that I noticed that I hadn't heard any scratchy, hissy snickers lately. Slowly I looked towards my room. My door hung open, but the space beyond it looked very black and forboding. Unusually black. I couldn't even detect the outline of my furniture beyond the void. For a moment everything seemed eerily silent, no noise except for my brother's breakfast activities. The black void seemed to get bigger, and bigger, surely it would envelop me at any second-

"Michelangelo?"

Sensei's voice startled me. I jumped and looked at the old rat. He looked at me curiously. "Why is it that you only have one nunchucku?"

What? I looked down at my belt. Sure enough, I only had one of my chucks. I must've left the other one in my room. Forgotten it in the excitement over recieving phone calls from horrendously evil monsters.

"We will be starting our morning training now, you had best go and retrieve it." He turned away and walked towards the dojo. Chairs scraped the floor as my brothers finished their drinks and left to join our sensei. I slowly looked towards my room it still looked very ominous. Black and forboding. Reeking of bad stuff and monsters. But maybe my brothers and Sensei are right, maybe it is just my imagination. I mean, nothing actually happened to me, did it? No, I just got a phone call. For all I know I might've caught someone elses signal, that's happened before. Someone playing a prank on someone else named Michelangelo and I just happened to accidently get it...possible? Man, I sure hope so. 'Cause otherwise vicious, hairy, evil, bloodthirsty little monsters are coming to get me for some reason. Why would they be coming to get me anyway? I'm just an innocent, devilishly handsome, Battle Nexus winning, self respecting mutant ninja turtle. Yeah, why would they want me? No reason! Must've just been a HUGE combination of a dream, imagination, and a bizarre coincidence.

I don't see any glowing eyes in there, don't hear any scratching, hissing, or name calling. They aren't there.

Bravely and valiantly I marched up to my room. Yet, as I approached it, the blackness didn't go away, didn't even fade a teeny little bit. Seems like a funny play of light and stuff. Maybe something funny's going on with the lighting in here that I didn't notice, yeah, that's it! Must be. But I can't help but slow my stride as I approach the ominous threshold of the black void that is my room. Not that I'm scared or nuthin,' after all, I'm the Battle Nexus Champion twice, champions don't get scared. Never. Nope. Impossible. Hesitantly I reach out with my hand to turn on the light. The darkness seems to swallow me as I reach in and it's all I can do but to jerk it back out and scamper over to the dojo with just one chuck. But then my brother's would see for sure that I didn't get it, they'd know why, then they'd torment me about it forever. I'd never live it down! With a gulp I felt for the switch...there it is. I flicked it on.

The moment the light covers the surfaces of my room and I see inside, my jaw drops and I inhale sharply. The scene that greets me is awful. Terrible. Impossible!

My bed, the old mattress that I use, the sheets, even the shaggy comforter, are in shreds. The blankets are sliced into thin strips like that of a paper shredder. The matress is sliced open and the stuffing is hanging out. Half the springs are missing, though I see some of them scattered around the room, the ones I do see are bent and twisted as though someone attacked them with blunt wire cutters. The bedpost and frame look as though someone attacked it with a combination of an axe and a sledgehammer. All my bookcases are in a similar splintered, broken state. Not a single one is standing, not even a single piece of one. The one tattered rug that I had in here is completely unwoven and shredded. All the stuff that I had scattered on the floor, is not only scattered but shredded, broken, and pretty much destroyed.

Then I see the box in the corner and my heart catches in my throat. My comic books!!! I stumble blindly into the mass of chaos, tripping several times. The box is intact, maybe...just maybe... The moment that I reach it and look inside a sense of loss hits me so hard that it's overwhelming, like I'm dipped in a vat of icy water. With trembling hands I reach inside and stroke the colorful confetti. My eyes brim with tears. My vision is blurry. Who could do this? Or better yet, what?

A slight noise causes me to turn around. There in the center of my room is my nunchucku. It wasn't there before. It lies innocently on the mass of my shredded belongings. I look around. No one here but me. Who could've put it there? Slowly I approach it. Touching the familiar wood I pick it up but all of it doesn't follow. The chain is broken. They broke my chuck into two peices. Thin, scratchy words were burned black into the wood. It read:

Give me what I want.

A/N: I Think that this is going to be a little harder to make scary simply because of the fact that Mikey is the one talking. I'll try, though. I kinda gave up wording everything in present tense because it was distracting me from my writing flow, but my readers have liked this type of writing before so hopefully it'll go well. There was an inquiry in the reviews about me getting an Expecting sequel...I am planning on doing one. Definetly. The only problem is that I'm on a kind of pre-writing block with it. I know what I want to do with it I just don't know how yet. If anyone wants to help out and shoot ideas and such then you're welcome to.

In any case, please review, let me know what you think. I don't care if you critique me or not, in fact I welcome it. Helps me be a better author.

Toodles!