Chapter one: A rude awakening

"No…please." His voice was barely above a whisper, but the trembling in it was very distinct.

"I don't want to go there." Latex gloved hands grabbing at his skin, digging into his arms as he was pulled along a dark corridor. Faces covered by surgical masks glaring at him through void eyes.

He dug his heels into the ground and threw his head back and screamed openly, for anyone willing to listen. He didn't know where they were taking him, only that the further down they went, he got the feeling of impending doom.

He felt blood start to run down his arms from their nails that had broken through the gloves. They obviously didn't want to let him go.

He kicked and twisted in desperation to get loose, and succeeded in tripping one of them which caused the rest to fall in a chain reaction.

He quickly picked himself off the floor and made to run away, but a hand shot out grabbing his ankle and he hit the hard, cold wood again.

"NO!" He screamed and struggled with all his might, but it did no good as they just grabbed his arms and hauled him to his feet once more. Lifting up his tear stained face, he found himself staring at a big, black door. It had no door knob, but had a large, rusted keyhole right in the center.

"I don't want to die." He whispered, before the door was flung open and he was pushed into the swallowing darkness.

"DON'T EAT ME!" Mikey screeched, his eyes flying open. He bolted up into a sitting position and started clawing madly at his face and arms. After a moment or two he realised that there was no danger and he was just scratching himself up. He slowly lowered his hands and tried to even out his breathing.

"Why would I want to eat you?" Came a sleepy and annoyed voice from his door.

Mikey squealed and flew backwards off the mattress falling on his shell. He quickly sat up and peeked over the edge of his bed and glared at his older brother. "Raph!?"

The emerald skinned turtle chuckled slightly and walked further into the room, the light from the hallway lighting up the right side of his face, giving him a creepy look. "Who were you expecting? The boogy man?"

"Oh, shut up." The younger grumbled, climbing back under his soft, orange sheets. "What are you doing in my room at this time of night? You know, besides trying to scare the living daylights out of me."

"You woke me up screaming in your sleep and I came to see if you were being murdered. And now that I see you're not, I'm just a wee bit pissed at ya."

Mikey arched an eye ridge. "Nice of you to show some concern. But it's not my fault if I'm dreaming about…things…" He shifted uncomfortably under his brother's gaze as he waited for him to say something.

Raph just blinked tiredly and spun around to face the door. "Whatever. Just don't wake me up again. Or else I'm gonna hafta come in here and pound on ya, got it?"

"Yes, oh, wonderfully loving brother of mine." Mikey mumbled sarcastically, lying back on his shell. "Close the door on your way out, will ya?" He rolled over and faced the wall pulling the blankets up closer to his face.

"Don't cha want the extra light though? I mean, in case the boogy mancomes outta the shadows?"

Mikey growled in annoyance. "I'm not afraid of the dark, Raph. Now leave me be so I can get a decent nights sleep before training tomorrow."

Raph scoffed. "Yeah, right." He rolled his eyes and walked out of the room closing the door behind him.

The young turtle sighed at his room was once again enveloped in darkness. "I really ought to get Donnie to fix my night light." He mumbled tiredly, letting his eye lids slide shut.

Not even ten minutes later his alarm went off and he fell out of bed screaming like a girl. He kicked and punched at the blanket that had fallen on top of him until it was off and jumped up into a fighting stance. "WHAT, THE SHELL IS GOING ON!?"

He whipped his head around towards the small electronic device sitting in his bed side table and his jaw dropped. "Not time for training already!? It shouldn't start for 2 more hours!"

"I set your alarm to go off earlier so we could get a head start."

The orange clad turned his head towards the door and saw Don standing there, leaning against the door frame with a mug of coffee in his hands. "A head start for what?' The younger asked.

Don rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation. "Our long and tiring journey up to Casey's Grandma's place? Remember how we've been talking about it for the past couple days?" He took a sip of his hot, brown, highly caffeinated beverage and waited for his confused looking brother to remember.

Mikey tilted his head to the side and wracked his brain until suddenly it hit him. "Oh yeah! Now I remember! Sensei said it would be good for all of us to get out of the lair for a while because we have been annoying him so much and he hasn't had a moments peace to like meditate or anything relaxing and he needs to relax every now and then because even though he hates to admit it he is getting kinda old and since there is so much space and fresh air at the farmhouse it's like the perfect idea ever!" He stopped to take a breath and grinned widely at his older brother. "Right?"

Don just stood there staring for a moment. "Um, yeah." He turned around and made his way to the kitchen.

Mikey yawned and threw his orange blanket back on his bed and made his way to the door. "Guess I should start breakfast then, wouldn't want my bros to starve."

It was actually a well known fact that he was the only one in the house hold that could cook. While Raph under cook every thing, Leo ended up burning everything to a crisp. Don wasn't quite as bad as them, but supposedly with him being a scientist and liking to experiment; his creations didn't always turn out that great. As for master Splinter, all he knew how to make was tea.

The orange clad ninja shuffled into the dark room which had long since been named 'his' and switched the lights on. He frowned slightly when they did not turn on and tried it a few more times. Nothing. "Huh, that's weird." He mumbled walking further in and running his hands along the counter so he didn't bump into anything.

He was half way to the other side of the kitchen when his hand ran through something wet and sticky. He stopped in his tracks and arched an eyebrow in confusion, rubbing the thick substance between his fingers.

"What the heck?" He muttered quietly; bring his hand up to his face to take a sniff. His eyes widened in shock when he realised what it was. "No way…" He quickly rushed over to where he assumed the stove was and turned light on.

It wasn't very bright, and was flickering slightly, but it was enough for him to see what the stuff trickling down the side of the counter and onto the floor was. The ninja gasped in horror, his eyes widening even more if that was possible. "Oh my god…"

Oh my goodness, I wonder what is going to happen next? Because right now, I honestly don't have a clue.

Okay so that's a lie, I do know. But you guys aren't going to find out any time soon unless you, that's right…review, review, review!!!