Hope y'all enjoy the next chapter...there is a list on stealthy stories of the fics that take on this challenge, all worth checking out!
don't own them...but I do have a cool Leo wallpaper on my phone :)
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Chapter 2: Beneath the Ground Six Feet Deep
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Mikey burst through April's door and shook the rain off of his body.
"Trick or Treat, dudes," he shouted, getting the attention of everyone in the room.
He plopped down beside Raph on the sofa. "I got an awesome haul, bro. We won't be needing candy for a long time!" He sat the wet pillowcase on the coffee table.
"Ugh, Mikey!" Raph pushed him away. "Why didn't ya use the umbrella Leo brought ya? Or do ya just like annoying me."
"Well, you know I live to annoy you…and what do you mean, Leo didn't bring me an umbrella." He motioned wildly to his body. "If he did, would I be soaking wet?"
This statement got Don and Splinter's attention.
"Leo went out to get you about twenty minutes ago," Don said.
"I didn't see him," Mikey shrugged. "It's pouring outside, I'm sure he won't look for very long. He should be back any minute."
"Yeah," Raph snorted. "And he'll be madder than a old wet hen."
"Well, it's not my fault he decided to come get me," Mikey scoffed. "He's got an umbrella."
Splinter looked at the clock. "Yes, I do believe Michelangelo is correct. If your brother is not back before the movie starts, we can call him on his cell."
Raph shrugged and picked up Mikey's candy bag. He started to rummage around. "I hope you got some chocolate in here somewhere."
"Whoa, dude!" Mikey pulled the bag back. "He who ran around all night in the rain gets first dibs on the candy stash."
Raph ripped the bag out of Mikey's hands and drew his fist back. "Yeah, and he who doesn't give up his chocolate to his hotheaded brother gets a fist full of pain!"
"Eeep," Mikey gulped and released his grip on the pillowcase.
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Leo moaned as he started to come to. That must have alerted Hun that his prisoner was waking up. The next thing Leo knew he could feel hot, putrid breath against his face.
"Trick or treat, freak," Hun hissed.
Leo swallowed thickly, hot bile snaking up his throat. He tried to move away, but he found he couldn't move his arms. His eyes shot open and his world moved in circles around him. He had to quickly shut them to keep from throwing up. His head pounded like a bass drum.
After the nausea seemed to subside, Leo slowly opened his eyes. The night sky came into view. It was clear, the rain had passed. He blinked a few times, and tried to get his bearings. He could feel wet grass under him and the smell of damp dirt hung in the air. He tried to move again but his wrists were crossed and bound tightly to his chest.
The moon hung high in the sky, illuminating everything around in an eerie glow. Leo could feel the blood freeze in his veins when he realized where he was. Old grave markers, concrete angels, and broken crosses littered the ground. Weeds were high and vines snaked around the tombs and along the ground.
Shadows moved slowly around. If he wasn't a ninja, Leo wouldn't think much about it. But he knew that those shadows were alive…foot soldiers, waiting for their orders from Hun.
Leo slowly rolled his eyes around and met Hun's glare. He tested the ropes once more, hoping that if he could get loose, he could wipe the smirk off of the man's face.
"Now that you are awake, turtle, the fun can begin." Hun moved toward him and Leo couldn't help but to gasp when he saw what Hun carried. A shovel gleamed in the moonlight.
Hun crouched down next to Leo. He looked to over his shoulder and Leo followed his gaze to the pile of dirt and open casket just a few feet away.
The smile on Hun's face grew. "Trick for you…treat for me."
Leo couldn't speak over the lump that had formed in his throat. With a snap of Hun's fingers the ninja moved out of the shadows and surrounded the blue clad turtle.
"No!" Leo screamed when they jerked him to his feet. Panic surged through him like electricity. He twisted and squirmed, trying to break their grip. He kicked out and managed to knock one soldier to the ground. But Hun put a stop to any escape attempt with one quick punch. Leo's head snapped back and if it wasn't for the soldiers holding him up, he would have landed face first in the dirt. He groaned and spit the blood from his mouth.
Hun lifted Leo's chin and glowered into his eyes. "Don't try anything like that again, or I'll bury you six feet deep without the casket!"
Another hard slap made his ears ring.
"Put him in!"
Leo let out a yelp when they lifted him off the ground and started to carry him over to the casket. He was going to be buried alive and his brothers didn't know where he was…he didn't know where he was.
Leo quickly turned his head in all directions and tried to get some idea of where he was. It was an old cemetery…no one has tended to the grounds in a long time. There was one lone tree, naked of all it's leaves standing on a hill with a statue of Jesus…maybe Mary, by it. Panic knotted in his stomach…that didn't tell him anything. There were dozens of old cemeteries in New York…if he was still in New York.
He could hear Hun's laughter over his heart pounding in his ears.
"Don't worry, freak…I'm not that cruel. You won't be alone." Hun laughed.
A new fear rose in his chest.
"Mikey?" Leo barely whispered.
"Nope, not one of your freak brothers." Hun gave a small bow and gestured to the coffin. "Blue boy, meet Mr. Dolan."
Leo looked down into the coffin as they had him hovering over it. His eyes widened and he started to struggle more when he saw the skeletal remains laying in the worn casket.
He couldn't hold back the scream as they started to lower him in the coffin. They roughly dropped him in and the bones crunched and rattled beneath him. Leo choked out a sob as the dust surrounded and then finally settled on him.
"It seems that old Mr. Dolan's family had some money. This coffin is in pretty good shape, I'd say you have at least two hours of air…maybe an hour and a half." He leaned in close. "That is, if you don't freak out and use all your air up."
Hun tossed a flashlight in the coffin. The beam was low, the batteries almost dead.
"Here is a treat for you," Hun smirked as he held up a small black device. He placed it near Leo's head. "That's a communicator. The other mutant freaks can be with you in your last hours."
His smile grew even more. "But here is the trick!" He stuffed a cloth in Leo's mouth and taped it down with a strip of duct tape. "They can talk to you, but you can't talk to them."
Leo's scream was muffled behind the gag when Hun slammed the lid and slid the lock in place.
"Enjoy your dirt nap!"
Leo could barely hear him through the casket. He could feel the coffin being lifted and then lowed into the ground. The sounds of casket scraping across the dirt and rocks echoed through the small space. Leo held his breath as it finally hit the bottom of the hole. It wasn't thirty seconds and he started to hear the dirt being shoveled back into the grave. His breath came out shakily and erratic behind the gag and soon the pulse pounding in his ears drowned out the dirt and debris hitting the casket.
Hun turned from the grave as the soldiers quickly filled the hole. He pulled a turtle shaped phone from his pocket. He opened it and pushed a random button.
He paused when the line clicked and a gruff, hello came from the speaker.
"Happy Halloween," Hun sang into the phone.
He held phone from his ear when the speaker started to yell.
"Where is our brother? You had betta' answer me ya nut job!"
"No, freak! You be quiet and listen to me…if you want to find your brother alive!"
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