AN: there is a part in the mirage series where april keeps a diary and she does write what I have put in the story here. so yeah, I'm combining all the different universes at this point. Just trying to pick and pull all the different little bits that will work. Thanks again to everyone who has and/or will review. It's much appreciated.

Raphael ran across the rooftops, his destination in mind. Suddenly he stopped and turned his direction, looking off into the east.

What are you doing? Why are you stopping? Raphael's voice became panicked when he realized what his other self was planning.

I'm making a detour." His lips curled into an evil grin. He ran his tongue across his teeth. I have a sudden craving.

Their brother now missing and realizing the severity of the situation, Leonardo took charge. "Mikey," he instructed. "Call April! Tell her to get down here NOW!"

Immediately the youngest took out his phone and dialed April's number. "c'mon, c'mon, pick up," he talked into the phone.

"Donnie!" the purple banded turtle jumped at the sound of his name. "If we're lucky," Leonardo started. "Raph's still got his phone tucked in his belt. Try to track him."

Agreeing, Donatello ran to his computer console and started looking for his brother.

Leonardo picked up his phone and called Casey.

April awoke to the sound of a ringing in her ears. "What?" she groggily lifted her head off the pillow. 1 AM? Who could be calling at this hour? She sat up, stretched, threw on a robe and went into the next room to answer the phone. "Hello?" she yawned sleepily.

The voice on the other line sounded erratic and panicky, but she recognized it. "Mikey," she started. "Slow down. I can't understand you when you talk so fast." She listened a minute more. Shaking her head she answered, "No Raph's not here. Did he have another argument with Leo?" April looked up to see a green figure tapping on the glass. "Don't worry Mikey. He just got here." She stood up and began to walk over. "I'll have him call you in a minute."

"NO! April don't!" Michelangelo screamed into the phone. "Leo!" he called across the room. "He's gone to April's. She just let him in!"

Leonardo turned back to his conversation with Casey, "We'll meet you at April's"

"Hey Raph," April opened the window to the fire escape. "C'mon in."

Quietly Raphael climbed through the window and into the living area. He stood silently in the center of the room, not saying a word.

"It's awful late Raph," she spoke while shutting the window. "Is everything……" she turned and saw him standing still with his back to her. He even sounded like he might have been crying. "Raph? What is it?" She stepped closer to him. "Mikey called in hysterics, are you okay?" Slowly she walked closer reaching out to touch his shoulder.

"I'm sorry April," he whimpered, still not facing her. "I'm so sorry."

"Raphael," she whispered softly to him as she touched his shoulder. "What could you possibly have to be sorry for?"

"THIS!" he hissed, rapidly turning around and grabbing her throat.

Instinctively, she pulled at his arm, trying to breathe.

"Don't worry," he said with a menacing grin, forcing her against the wall. "This won't hurt a bit." He paused for a moment, reconsidering his words. "Now that I think about it, it will."

April became panicked at what he was hinting at. Still clutching at his wrist with her left arm, she began groping around the wall wither right. Searching for anything that could be used as a weapon.

Holding her neck with one hand, Raphael began tracing the line of her neck and shoulder with his right hand. "I've always wondered," his tongue clicked as he licked his lips, "What it would be like."

April's eyes went wide with fear. "No, please don't," she begged him. "Don't do this."

He stepped in closer to her, rubbing his beak up against her neck. "I'm going to enjoy this." He began untying her robe with his free hand.

Miraculously, April's hand found a small candlestick. Using every bit of energy she had, she hit the side of his head with the blunt, ceramic object.

Raphael staggered back from the impact, holding his head in his hands. Almost surprised at what had just happened, he slowly pulled a hand away from where she hit him. He stared at the palm of his hand. His rage grew as he watched the blood run down his arm and fall to the floor in little droplets.

April crept along the wall to the door while keeping an eye on Raphael.

"Just for that," he growled, his voice growing louder with each word, "I promise you will suffer you little……"

"Raphael!"

Raphael turned to see his brothers, father and Casey standing in the doorway. "Step away from her Raph," Leonardo ordered coolly.

Rather than being scared at being caught, he seemed unusually calm. "What's the matter Leo? Upset I got to her first?"

"Raphael," Splinter tried to talk to him. "My son, we only wish to help. Please and he extended his hand towards his son. "Let us help you."

For a brief second Splinter's pleas seemed to be working. The look on Raphael's face softened a bit and he turned his face away, ashamed of his actions. "Please," he begged. "Kill me."

Splinter continued to walk slowly to the confused turtle whispering to his son as he did. "We are going to take you home Raphael," he stepped closer. "You must trust us."

As soon as Splinter became close enough, Raphael's demeanor changed. He glared at Splinter, his eyes full of hatred. Angrily he struck out at his former sensei knocking him to the ground. "Don't touch me!" he screamed. "I told you before old rat, WE don't need any help!"

Everyone looked on in shock as he ran, crashing through April's window to the street below. His shadow could be seen running of into the distance.

"How could you?!" he yelled at himself. "April didn't do anything! She didn't deserve that!" Still stuck to the wall, he could do nothing while his other self retaliated.

"You little sniveling," He struck out at the large turtle pinned to the wall. "You just had to let them get close, didn't you?!" He hit Raphael again, this time punching him in the jaw.

Raphael's head was screaming from the beating, but he raised his head and looked at his evil self. "I'd do it again," he spat at him. "You had no right to touch her. She never did anything to us."

The armored turtle stood with his arms folded. "How quickly you forget," he said. "It was only a short time ago that she hurt us. Remember?" He started strolling back and forth in front of the turtle pinned on the wall. "You went upstairs into her room and found her diary," he paused.

"No."

"And I quote, 'the others I care for, feel for."

"No!"

"But not Raphael. He scares me."

"NO!"

In a patronizing way, the darker turtle patted Raphael on the face. "Don't worry," he cooed. "I told you I would take care of things, didn't I?" He held Raphael's face in his hands and forced him to look up. "How can I make you understand? They have to pay for what they've done to us."

"You can't do this," he protested.

"Oh but I can and will. Wait," he paused reconsidering his words. "We will." Now he strode around. "I think it is time we have a little chat with Oruku Saki. Because, after all, the enemy of my enemy is my ally."