Sweet dreams – 03

Disclaimer: If I owned the turtles I wouldn't be writing fan fiction now would I?

Chapter three: Restless first night

After abandoning the trapped vehicle, the gang quickly made their way inside the giant mansion that was oh so conveniently there. Any normal passers by would think the building looked out of place, with it's dark, ominous feel, over grown vines crawling up the sides to show that it's been empty for a long time. But they were use to being around weird things and had their minds set on getting out of the storm.

Assuming that the place was abandoned, they didn't even bother to knock and just quickly pushed open the large, black iron doors. They squeaked loudly from lack of use and a horrible musty smell came wafting into their faces.

"Ugh, what the hell is that smell!?" Raph complained, waving his hand in front of his face with a look of disgust.

"It wasn't me." Mikey muttered, shivering from the cold. He yelped as Raph whacked the back of his head and followed the others inside.

April carefully slid her hands along the damp walls feeling for some sort of a light switch. "We might have to light a few candles, you guys." She said, still moving around. "This place is so old it may not have working elec-oh, never mind."

They all squinted slightly at the sudden brightness coming from a large chandelier in the middle of the ceiling. It was entirely made of crystal and made small rainbows appear on the black marble flooring. The walls were matching as they were a painted a charcoal black, and had many cobweb covered oil paintings of people decorating them. There was a huge balcony like structure that had two sets of stairs coming down from it on each side. And underneath was a long dark hallway that seemed to stretch on forever.

"Okay," Said Mikey inching forward. "That's not creepy at all." He glanced sideways at his brother's and rubbed his arm uncomfortably. "Umm, are we actually gonna sleep here?"

"Unless you wanna sleep in the van." Said Don, looking at the walls with interest.

"No thank you."

Leo picked up his bag and sighed. "Well, I guess we should check this place out then." He started down the long dark hallway and the others had no choice but to follow.

Mikey swallowed hard before he entered the darkness and was relieved when more lights were turned on. The further he walked the more familiar this place seemed to be. He couldn't quite put a finger on it, but the ninja felt like he had been here before, and it was freaking him out. He was so engrossed in trying to figure out why he felt like this he didn't even realise someone was talking to him. That is until he got a slap to the head.

"OW! Uncalled for much!?'

Raph rolled his eyes and pushed his brother into a dark room. He flicked the lights on and Mikey grimaced at the sight. "Please tell me this isn't our room."

Raph threw his bag on the bed closest to him and sat down on it. "Yup, home sweet home." He leaned back against the head board and rested his head on his arms.

Mikey gawked at him. "Are you serious dude? Look at this place! It's all covered in dust and cobwebs and stuff!"

"Yeah, so?"

"For one thing it's just gross, and for another, I'll be sneezing all night!"

"Get Don ta give ya an antihistamine."

Mikey frowned at his older sibling and glanced at the other bed. "Why do I get the one closest to the window!?"

"The fresh air 'ill be good for yer allergies."

"You know I hate sleeping beside windows! It creeps me out!"

Raph rolled onto his side and growled, "You'll get over it."

Mikey stuck out his bottom lip in a pout and trudged over to his bed, hesitantly climbing in under the moth eaten covers. "You're such a meanie." He mumbled.

Raph scoffed and flicked the light off. "And yer such a whiner."

Mikey huffed quietly and turned onto his side facing the window. There wasn't much of a view, all he could see was a bunch of trees separated from the house by a large field, it looked like a forest of some sort.

"Hey, Raph?"

Mikey heard the larger turtle across the room groan with annoyance and turn in his bed. "What the hell do ya want now?"

"Do you think we're going to be here for a while?"

There was an exasperated sigh and then silence. "I dunno. Depends on how the long the van is stuck for."

Mikey sighed and pulled the covers up closer to his face for comfort.

He couldn't get up. It was almost as if he was glued to the seat of his chair. Although, it was more of a feeling than a physical thing. Like, if he tried to get up something bad would happen. He didn't know why, but he just knew. And he didn't want anything bad to happen.

He sat there, for what seemed like hours, in total darkness, not able to see even his own hand in front of his face. He waited…wanting to stand up so badly to the point it was almost painful…but knowing he shouldn't. Sitting still for any length of time had never been easy for him. Even while watching TV or playing video games he had to at least change positions every 5 minutes. Maybe that was why he could never focus for very long when it came to meditation, all he could think about was how he wanted to move around. Like right now. But his movement was limited with this chair. There was nothing to do but sit there, and wait.

"What are you doing…?"

The voice startled him. It echoed loudly around his head but he couldn't figure out what direction it was coming from.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, CHILD!?"

He winced in fear as the voice yelled angrily, making his chair rattle.

"GET UP! GET UP NOW!"

Listening to the voice shake him with its volume he realized that it seemed to be from inside his head. Like a thought or something. But then, if it was a thought, why was it echoing? And how was it making him and the chair shake? Unless something else was causing it.

"GET OUT OF THE GODDAMN CHAIR!"

He suddenly yelped in fright as he felt his feet slip out from under him being pulled from an unknown force. He gripped the arms of the chair with white knuckles to keep himself seated, knowing that if he were to let go, something horrible would happen to him. And he certainly didn't want that, so he held on.

"Don't disobey me…"

The ninja shivered at how cold and menacing that sounded, and his eyes widened when he felt his grip on the chair loosen. He tried to hold on, but the force was to strong and he found himself being hurled out of the chair and into the darkness.

Eyes snapping open, lips parting in a silent scream as he bolted up into a sitting position, making his sweat drenched sheets fall around his waist. He quickly glanced around the dark room, breathing heavily, trying to calm his racing heart.

"Mike?"

He yelped loudly grabbed his pillow as a shield, not that it would really protect him from anything.

"What are you doing?"

He shivered. Those were the same words that creep voice had spoken to him in his dream. But this wasn't the same voice. He was comforted by this voice.

"Nothing." He said quietly, his words shaking. "I had a bad dream…go back to sleep." He didn't get a reply for Raph was already fast asleep.

Mikey let out the breath of air he had been holding and lowered himself back down underneath the sheets. "Just a dream." He whispered quietly, closing his eyes.

A/N: There you have it! Chapter three is finally up! Sorry it took so long, and sorry it's so short, but now that I've gotten it out of the way, chapter four should come much easier to me. Please review! And let me know if there are any spelling errors!

~Chizu