I don't own them. (At least that is what the voices say..)
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Chapter 3, part 2: Donny's Darkness
As Mikey stumbled to the kitchen, he felt a overwhelming sensation of someone watching him. He spun around quickly and caught a glimpse of the tail of a shadow dart into Don's lab. He roughly rubbed his eyes as he swayed on his feet. His screams must have woke someone up after all. Or maybe it was just Leo, coming to retrieve their genius brother so that he could sleep in his own bed for once.
On legs that felt like jell-o, he slowly made his way to Don's lab. He peered into the room, the computer monitor was the only thing sending light across the room. Even with the small amount of light radiating from the screen, the room seemed too dark.
The suffocating dark...
Mikey reached up and squeezed his throat, trying to will more air into his already struggling lungs.
"Don?" He barely noticed his visible breath as he called his brother's name.
He stepped through the door, his brother was sleeping at his desk. He didn't stir at the sound of Mikey's voice.
Mikey's eyes darted around the room. No one else was there.
"The shadow?" Mikey thought. He knew that he saw someone go into the lab. It couldn't have been Don, he was fast asleep.
Mikey's brow furrowed. "Maybe I was just seeing things. I don't feel too good..."
He turned to go back to the kitchen for something to drink. "Then," he thought. "Then, I will get Donny and send him to bed. It is too cold in his lab. The heat is probably busted."
Mikey stumbled into the kitchen. After downing a glass of water, he still wasn't feeling any better. His whole body felt weak, like he had skipped several meals. He grabbed a can of soda from the fridge and drank it. That made him feel a little better, but he still couldn't shake the images of his dream. He sat down at the table with another can of soda. One more, then he would go and get Donny.
*Don's Lab*
Finally the orange clad turtle was gone. The shade melted from the walls and floor and swirled around Don. It lingered for just a moment then settled over Don's sleeping form. The shade covered every part of the purple clad ninja's body. Don shifted in the seat and drew in a sharp breath. The entity darkened and rolled silently over him. His breath slowly released in a fine, white whisper.
He didn't stir again.
The coffee mug beside of his hand crackled as frost crept up the sides, freezing the small amount of liquid left in it.
Don's head jerked up from his desk. His neck felt stiff.
"Ugh, how long have I been asleep?" he thought. He scooted the chair out and stood up to stretch.
His attention was drawn to the door. He heard what sounded like a heated argument and scuffling. Don's brow furrowed.
"Leo and Raph," he thought. "Can't they get through one day without trying to kill each other?"
He started for the door but jumped back when it was forced open from the other side. Standing outside the door were Leo and Raph, armed with rifles.
"Stay right there, Don," Leo warned.
"Just take 'em out, Leo!" Raph screamed.
Leo seemed to be having an inner struggle. "He-He's our brother!" Leo tried to reason with his hotheaded sibling.
"He got Mikey! Take 'em out before he kills again!"
Don backed away from his enraged brother.
"Wh-what are you talking about? I haven't hurt anyone!" Don stammered.
Leo looked pained, tears streamed down his face as he raised the gun.
"Wait! Leo, don't!" Don pleaded. He glanced at his desk for a weapon to defend himself with and caught his reflection in the computer screen. His breath hitched when he saw the mutated monster from Bishop's outbreak staring back.
"No, no, no, no!" he screamed. Unrecognizable grunts and growls were the only thing that escaped his lips.
"Do it!" Raph practically pushed Leo forward.
Leo stumbled forward and Don took the opportunity as he tried to regain his balance to break free. He rushed toward his brothers and pushed Raph to the side and flung Leo backward.
"GET HIM!" Leo yelled at Raph.
Raph jumped to his feet and ran after him. Leo was close behind.
Don hurried to the living area of the lair. He stopped when he saw a prone form laying on the floor under a blood soaked sheet.
Don pushed himself forward, he had to see. He lifted the sheet and was overcome with grief. His baby brother...dead. Ripped to shreds. He killed him.
"No!" Don pounded the ground with his fists. "I didn't do this!"
"Get away from him!" Raph shouted. His gun was raised, but it trembled in his hand. Anger blazed in his eyes. "Don't you touch him!"
"Raph I- please don't!" Don begged. But all Raph heard was animal-like noises coming from the beast that use to be his brother. Don could see it in his eyes, all he saw was a monster.
"I'm sorry, Donny," Leo said as he raised his weapon and pulled the trigger.
"Oh God, no!!" Don screamed as he raised his arms....
"No!" Don's eyes snapped open. He was laying on the floor of the lab. He scrambled to his feet and quickly looked at his reflection in the computer screen.
Normal.
"Well at least as 'normal' as a mutant turtle could get," he thought, wryly. He took several deep breaths to calm himself, he felt nauseated and weak.
He made his way to the kitchen, and didn't hide the fact he was startled to see Mikey sitting at the table.
The youngest gave him a puzzled look.
"W-what are you doing up?" Don stammered, trying to gain some composure.
"Thirsty," Mikey replied, holding up his can of soda.
Don nodded and got himself a can.
They sat silently at the table, neither one able to describe what just happened. Both knowing that sleep wouldn't come anytime soon.
The evil shade rolled out of the lab and up the stairs. It slid under the first door it came to. The night was still young, and it had two more creatures to feed upon.
It slowly crept up to the leg that dangled from a hammock and latched on...
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Dun, dun, dun...