Well, here is the next chapter. Chapter three will be in four parts (a part for each brother). Thanks again for the reviews and thanks to Leo112.

If I owned them, I would be sooo happy. But I don't...and that is sad :(

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Chapter 3: The Nightmare begins.
Part 1: Mikey's Monster.

Leo rolled his eyes and sighed. After arriving home he watched his brothers shed their disguises and leave them scattered around the lair.

"Remember guys, we have to get up early tomorrow and practice," he called to his brothers as he gathered up what clothes he could carry. He shook his head when he heard disapproving groans coming from different parts of the lair.

With his arms full, he eyed Mikey's backpack by the door. "He can get that later," Leo thought. He shook off the sudden chill that he felt, thinking that it was only a draft.

After putting the clothes away Leo padded back to the living room. Mikey had already settled on the couch with an assortment of snacks surrounding him.

"Hey bro, wanna watch the late movie with me?" Mikey asked.

"No thanks," Leo replied. "Didn't you eat enough at April's?"

"I'm a growing turtle, dude. I need constant nourishment," Mikey said as he shoved a handful of chips in his mouth.

"Right," Leo smirked. "And by constant nourishment, you mean gut rotting junk food?"

"Efackly," Mikey mumbled, pieces of chips tumbling out of his mouth.

Leo scrunched his nose. "Nice." He left Mikey to his movie and went to check on Don.

Donny had already logged into his tech support job and was speaking with a customer.

"No sir, I don't think the warranty covers you throwing the computer tower out of a two story window. Well if it did dent your car hood I think you have to take that up with YOUR car insurance. Uh-huh...could you hold please?"

Don gave a frustrated sigh and looked at Leo. "What's up?"

"I didn't know you had to work tonight," Leo said.

"It's just for a couple hours, we had someone quit and my boss asked me to cover."

"OK, see ya in the morning," Leo said as he exited the lab.

"Night," Don replied before returning to the caller.

Leo climbed the stairs to his room. He could hear Raph's loud snores as he passed his room. He entered his room and removed his gear before climbing into bed.

After a few hours the lair was quiet, except for the white noise coming from the t.v. Mikey had fell asleep during the movie and Don was in his lab, fast asleep at his desk. Raph and Leo were in their rooms.

Over by the door the black cloud seeped out of Mikey's backpack. It silently rolled across the floor, leaving a fine layer of frost behind it. It was time to feed and the evil entity had found it's first victim.

The cloud settled over Mikey, covering his entire body. "What do you fear?" it hissed as it manipulated the turtles dreams.

Mikey unconsciously shivered, his breath swirled around his face like the ghost of a snake.

Mikey opened the door to the lair and was met with a thick darkness. Darkness that felt like it could reach out and grab him...suffocate him.

"Guys?" he called "Anyone here?"

Mikey stumbled in to find a light, anything to chase away the heavy darkness. But he really wasn't sure if the brightest light could frighten this blackness away. His foot hit something hard. As he tried to catch his footing he slipped in a wet, sticky substance. That sent him crashing down onto his shell.

"Owwww," he groaned as he sat up. "Who made the mess?"

He managed to get to his feet, the substance dripped off of his hands and backside. Panic swept through him and he pawed the walls to find a switch, a flashlight, a candle...anything. The darkness tightened it's grip on his neck. His breaths came out in painful gasps. His hand finally found the switch to the main-light, he flipped it to the 'on' position, the click echoed in the room. As the overhead light buzzed on Mikey recoiled in horror.

The 'something' that he had tripped over was Raphael. He was lying face up on the floor, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. There was a crimson puddle that was creeping out from under him...the same substance that Mikey had slipped in.

Looking down, Mikey realized he was covered in Raph's blood.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Raphael life was dripping off of his hands and body in slow motion. With every splatter he felt more and more nauseous.

Unable to hold back the bile that had raised up in his throat, he turned his head and retched.

Taking in shuddering breaths, he ran to the dojo.

"Leo! Sensei! Donny!" he called in a panic. "Anyone?"

The dojo was dark, except for a single candle glowing in the corner. Adjusting his sight, Mikey scanned the room.

"No..." he whispered. There was dark figure slumped up against the wall.

He glanced around the room. The dojo was usually neat and organized. This was not the case. Weapons and practice gear were scattered across the mat. The punching bag that hung from the ceiling was busted on the floor.

Sand from the busted bag crunched under his feet as he made his way into the room. He didn't have to get too close to see that the figure was Leo. His blue handled swords were tossed carelessly to the side.

At first glance, his brother just appeared to be sleeping...or meditating, if it wasn't for the odd angle at which his head hung.

Still, concern overwhelming him, he reached for a pulse.

Nothing.

He was cold and stiff, a small amount of blood that trickled down his chin was already dried.

Muffling a cry he turned and ran out of the dojo. He called for his father and only brother.

Trying not to look at the body of his brother in red, he searched the lair. First he went to the lab. Donny was always in the lab. Donny would know what to do.

Entering the lab, the only light was coming from the monitor of Don's computer.

"Don?" he whispered. Getting a closer look at the screen, he found a red substance sprayed across it. He had watched enough CSI to know that this could only happen if someones throat had been...

"Oh no.." he muttered as he spotted his purple clad brother lying face down in dark pool.

Mikey clamped his own hand over his mouth to muffle his cry and immediately bolted from the lab. Splinter was the only one he had not found yet.

Back in the living area of the lair, Mikey frantically tried to think of what to do next. He wanted to find Master Splinter, but he was afraid the same fate had been dealt to him.

His attention was called to the door of the lair as it creaked open.

"M-Master?" Mikey stammered. "Is that you?"

'Please be alright. Please be alright.'

The shadow that was cast across the floor as the door opened wider was not his fathers. It was bigger and oddly shaped.

Mikey started to back up. He jumped when the door swung open all the way and hit the wall with a 'bang'.

"Who are you?" Mikey screamed.

The shadow lingered just outside the door.

Without warning the monster jumped inside directly at Mikey.

Red eyes blaring and sharp teeth bared, it attacked.

Mikey screamed....

Raising up off the couch, his hand tightly clamped over his mouth muffling his scream, he wildly looked around.

"Just a dream," he mumbled. He saw no sign of Raph on the floor and the front door was not busted down.

After wiping the sweat from his forehead, he untangle the blanket from his body.

"Ughh." He wrinkled his nose. "I hope that's sweat," he murmured as he tossed the damp blanket to the side.

His heart was still pounding and his stomach doing flip flops, but he actually managed not to wake his family with his girlie screams.

He shakily made his way to the kitchen for a glass of water. The dark entity took this opportunity to make it's way across the floor, up the wall and into the next room.

Pleased with how much energy the orange clad turtle had gave him, he was curious as to how much the creature that was slumped in a chair in front of a blinking computer screen could offer....

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Next part will be up soon.