Horror

Title: Just Like the Movies

Summary: It was just like the movies, he was running, but it seemed like he was going no where...

Rated: PG-13
Fandom: 2k3
Genre: Horror/Suspense/Drama
Dis: I don't own TMNT

INSPIRED BY: 2k3's episode Darkness Within

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It was just like one of those cliche horror movies, he was running, but it seemed like he was going no where. Darkness surrounded him and he saw nothing but a black abyss but he knew he had to keep going. He had to escape and he knew that if he didn't, he would be dead. Lungs burning he pushed even further, aware of the screeching sound behind him. Like nails on a chalkboard. Finally, there were two doors before him. One was black and the other white. He stopped for a moment, unsure, but he suddenly felt that who he was running from was behind him. He opened the white door and closed it behind him. He was now in a long hall. Where was the exit? The walls were white but the floor was black tile and he followed it, bare feet slightly slapping the tiles. There were no doors, no windows just nothing but plain walls. He heard the door open behind him and he quickly looked back...

And saw no one.

Stopping for a moment he rest. Leaning against the wall he grabbed his blue bandana tail and wiped at the sweat on his brow. He froze when the scraping sound started again. He looked to his right and saw sparks flying off of the wall, but not the cause of them. Swallowing down a whimper he started running again. The hall got darker and darker, smaller and smaller, until he was shimmying out of it. Finally, he was out and once again darkness surrounded him.

"Leonardo..." whispered a sinister voice, followed by a menacing laughing. It was all around him and he covered his ears as the volume increased. Fire raked across his arm and he winced, looking down to see triple slashes, blood oozing out of them. "I'm here, Leonardo..."

"No. You're dead!" he shouted.

"I'll never be dead. One Master falls and another rises..."

Leonardo was tired of running He was going to face his fear. He squared his shoulders and reached behind him and... Nothing. His katana were gone! He pushed the doubt and fear of being weaponless out of his mind and instead raised his fists. The blackness came closer, like tentacles it wrapped around his arms and legs, pulling him in closer. It whispered erotically across his skin as it traveled over his face, around his neck. The Shredder laughed with glee as a spike of fear made his heart beat faster. In the distance he saw a red light, two red lights. It got closer and closer and when he realized who it was approaching he tried to fight the darkness but it had already won. It had him and he was useless, like a puppet on strings all he could do was glare as the Shredder came to stand before him.

"Not so tough now, are you?" asked the Shredder. Leonardo tensed as triple claws traveled from the center of his chest up to his neck, pressing, drawing blood but not taking the killing blow. "Take away your family, weapons, and what do you have? Honor? Honor means nothing in a fight when you fight for your life. Darkness is everywhere, Leo."

Leo? Shredder never called him Leo! Dread spread from his gut up to his throat as a suddenly much taller and larger Shredder reached up to remove his helmet. Leonardo gasped as the face of his brother stared at him with such hate, such destain, that he opened his mouth and screamed.

"NO!" he shouted, fighting harder, his wrists and ankles burning from the friction. "NO! YOU WOULDN'T DO THIS!"

"Why not?" asked the turtle with red eyes, pointing a fighter at Leo's chest. "Remember? I'M the bad one. You said so."

"Raph... You're not I... I didn't mean it."

"You know its there. You see it everyday when we train. I'm BAD, Leo. I am uncontrollable. I'm a killer. A bad egg that should have been smashed the day my mother laid me. Admit it. I'm rotten."

"No. You're loyal, you have honor, Raph! You have friends and family who love you!"

"Fear me," whispered Raph, leaning in to whisper in Leo's ear canal. "They fear me. YOU fear me. I'm losin' it bro. I'm going dark and ain't no one going to be able to stop it."

"Raph..." Slowly, Raphael put the helmet back on. "RAPH! NO! STOP!"

"Goodnight sweet prince," mocked Raphael before raising his hand and slashing Leonardo across the throat.

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"NO!" shouted Leonardo, jackhammering up in bed, both hands going to his throat. He fought the vomit that wanted to travel up from his stomach, swallowing profusely he whipped his soaked blanket to the side and sprinted to the bathroom. He made it to the toilet and after a few dry heaves he finally went to the sink. He turned on the cold water and splashed it on his face and arms. The water was refreshing and helped calm him enough to look at up at the mirror. He jumped when seeing who was in the doorway. "Raph!"

"I heard screamin'," said his brother, twirling a sai. "Everythin' alright?"

"Yeah," said Leo, turning back to look into the mirror, staring at his reflection he saw nothing but his paled skin and haunted chocolate eyes. He tensed, ever so slightly, when he noticed three perfect scratches in a row on his arm and across his throat. "Everything is fine."

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