A/N: Hey guys, updating again because of how long you had to wait for the last one. Thanks for all the positive reviews, love you guuuyyss ^_^

"Hey, dude!" shouted Mikey, jumping out from behind the table. "I got one of your precious paintings!" he stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry, while waving what seemed to be one of the rolled up paintings. "If you want it, come and get it!" he cheered, and ran out of the room, ducking as various books flew at him as he left.

"Well don't just stand there," shouted the head. "After him!" On his command, at least half of the ghosts in the room sped after Mikey, paying the walls no heed as they ran straight through them.

"Pretty dumb ghosts if they think that a rolled up carpet is a painting!" laughed Donnie.

"Yeah, I thought they were supposed to be teachers!" agreed April.

"Now we can get the paintings a little easier," said Leo. "Although it's still gonna be hard."

"I'm up for a challenge," said Casey, punching his fist to his palm. Leo nodded at him and Casey grinned, nodding back. With a cry, he jumped out from behind the upturned table and began to run towards the ghosts, dodging the books and furniture flying towards him.

"Go, go!" shouted Leo, and he, Donnie and April also jumped out from the table and began to run towards the ghosts, whose attacks were focused on Casey.

"No!" bellowed the head, "stop them!" he flew up into the air and watched as most of the teachers stopped their attack on Casey and moved on to the other three.

April gasped, upon realising that their plan hadn't worked. "Guys, split up!" she cried, jumping over the shattered remains of a pot.

"What?!" Donnie exclaimed, grunting as a book hit his shoulder with full force.

"April's right Don!" said Leo, "It's our best chance!"

Donnie nodded, and ran to the left while Leo ran to the right, leaving April in the middle. The ghosts were forced to split up yet again, thinning out between the teenagers.

Donnie gritted his teeth as he ran. Although he was a fast runner, he may as well have been doing a slow jog with the speed the harsh wind was making him run at. If only I can just get to those paintings, then I could – his thoughts were cut off as a chair swept his feet from under him. He gasped and curled into a ball as he rolled back, only stopping when he crashed into another chair, which was leaning against a table.

I've never been good at dodge ball, April thought, as she struggled to dodge the books which were coming her way. The rug she stepped on shifted, and she only had a split second to think before it flew out from under her, sending her flying into the air before she landed on the ground with a grunt, the old rug dropping down on her legs.

Leo stole a glance behind him when he realised that most of the ghosts were closing in on him, and gasped when he saw that everyone else was down; Donnie was leaning heavily on a chair, April was lying under a rug and Casey was under a table, trying valiantly to get up, despite the howling wind against him. Turning back he gasped and ducked, milliseconds away from being decapitated by a chair leg. As soon as he looked up, however, Leo's heart sank as he realised that he wasn't going to be able to reach the paintings. There, in front of him, was a wall of books, the head master levitating over them with a smug grin spread across his features.

Leo skidded to a stop and gasped when the wall began to move towards him. The wind had now stopped and there was nowhere for him to go but back. Leo stumbled over the fallen furniture, broken glass and books as he retreated, and it wasn't until his back was pressed against the cold wall of the library that he realised he was going to be crushed by the books if he didn't do something, and fast.

Suddenly, the sound of screaming met his ears and his eyes shot up, taking in the scene. All of the ghosts around the head master were screaming in pain. Their bodies were writhing; as if they were on fire, and their eyes were wide open in fear. Leo looked to his left and realised with a sigh of relief that Casey was standing there, dusting his hands as the fire behind him roared. He must've got out when the wind stopped, and burned the paintings when they were distracted! He thought with a relieved smile.

Mikey ran as fast as he could, hugging the rolled up rug to his chest. He turned corner after corner, not daring to look back as he ran from the enraged ghosts.

"Get back here!" screamed Ms. Jefferys. Mikey gulped and attempted to run faster.

Of course she's after me! He thought. Mikey panicked as he looked around, realising he was coming up to a dead end with nothing but the janitors closet in front of him.

Mikey spun around to face the oncoming ghosts, and cried out as Ms. Jefferys threw out an arm, sending a gust of wind into Mikey and knocking him back into the wall behind him. The carpet fell from his grasp and he tried to grab it, although he already knew that the damage was done. Ms. Jefferys trod on his arm hard, making him hiss in pain.

"What's this then?" she asked, bending down to pick up the carpet. "You tried to trick us?" she asked, and Mikey gulped. "Do you know what happens to naughty boys who lie?" she asked, moving so her face was inches away from Mikey's. Mikey frowned and tugged at his arm, desperate to get free. "I'll show you what happens to annoying, rude, disrespectful little boys!" she said, and grabbed his arm, lifting her foot off of it.

Mikey didn't have time to be surprised at the woman's strength as he was lifted into the air and shaken violently. He groaned as Ms. Jefferys opened the door of the janitor's closet on her left, and threw Mikey inside. He crashed into containers of cleaning products and brooms, before coming to a stop just before the shelves.

He lifted his eyes tiredly to meet her, and she grinned menacingly before slamming the door closed, leaving him in complete darkness. "I'm going to enjoy being the one to end you, Michelangelo." She sneered. "You should really think of it as an honour."

Come on bros; come on bros, thought Mikey, inwardly egging his elder brothers on. Guys come on, you can do this! He sighed as he heard Ms. Jefferys cackle outside of the door, and knew he wasn't going to get away. He braced himself for her attack, when suddenly the sound of piercing screams hit his ears. He sat up on his elbows and looked at the door curiously. A couple of seconds later, a blinding light came through the cracks around the door, and Mikey shielded his eyes. When he dared to look back, the light was gone and so were the screams.

Mikey could hear his heart pounding as he stood from his position on the floor, sending the broom and containers which were resting on him clattering to the floor. Mikey cautiously approached the door and grabbed the knob, taking a deep breath before slowly turning it – this could still be a trick from the ghosts. He opened the door, and let out a laugh as he saw that the corridor was empty.

"Yes, Leo!" he cheered, and ran down the corridor, intent on getting to the library.