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	Chapter four. thwack. I've never really lived for training, I admit it. Not like Leo, who lives and breathes ninjitsu, and always trained for a few hours even on days off. Even whilst sick - those rare occasions that usually involved me and Splinter trying but failing to order him back to rest. Me, I appreciate the technicality and grace and power behind ninjitsu, and quite enjoy kata work, but as a general rule, view sparring as another form of conflict, peaceful as it (usually) is, and I'm a fan of settling things intelectually. thwack! But that first training session as a diminished group of three felt... not good per se, it felt weird beyond comprehension. But for once, belting into a punching bag felt really satisfying. [great start! ] I must admitt It was nice that one thing didn't change: Sensei had me to spar with Mikey. Thank who ever was responcable for that one. Granted more than once a Sai landed too close for an accident but not close enough to be dangerous. Thwack Yikes. That one was just a little to close the side of the hilt had grazed my pasteron. The look he sent my way made it clear it was for his helmet. Damnit, I was the one who biult the damn thing.

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	ROUND ROBIN CONT. Ch2 (done)Ch3(begun)
	Ok just wanted to continue our ROUND ROBIN a little higher up. WE HAVE 8 reviews on ch.1 !!! Yay, by the by I loved heat MUST. WRITE. MORE. hehe, here is CH.2 as a refresher and it's already posted on FF.NET. I had to add a little to the end to round it to a smooth stopping point. hope its ok. CH.2 - Constant Concerns Title: Constant Ch. 2 - Constant Concerns Ch. Rating: T Summery: Our boys may not always get along, but the constant of each other has kept them strong. Now that constant is gone. How will they contend? Donny POV – NOT a death fic. Disclaimer: We don’t own TMNT – wish we did but we don’t. Authors notes: Takes place between Leo’s departure to Peru and return in the TMNT feature film. This is a fiction co authored by yoyo-anarchy and RandonPenName, ENJOY! CH.2 - "Did we make him mad?" I almost missed the words, so lost in my own concerns that Mikey's soft voice barely found its way into my consciousness. I rolled over to smile weakly at him, trying to be reassuring but I'm fairly certain it didn't come across very well. "He's a coward." Raphs voice dangerously cold answered more loudly than the half hearted look of my own. I winced inadvertently. That was harsh. "No he's not." Arguing with Raph, probably not the best move but I couldn't just let Raph’s words be the final say. Leo had saved my life more times than I could count. Mikey, April, Casey even master splinter owe him their lives, as well as my hotheaded brother…not that he would admit it. I just couldn’t justify calling the person who would give his life for ours at a moments notice a coward. Leo was a lot of things, but never a coward. True to form, Raph turned to glare at me, but I ignored the look with the practiced ease that came from living with his temper for so long. "You know why he did it, Raph. He's Leo. It had nothing to do with cowardice. He thinks it will help him become a better leader." I sighed. "I wish he'd realize he already is a-" “Arrogant jackass?” Raph offered and deflected the pillow Mikey threw with ease. “A good leader, smart ass.” I muttered. “Better smart that dumb” Raph retorted. “Raph quit being a troglodyte” I muttered as I rolled over turning my back on the conversation an unexpected sound caused me to pause. Was Mikey…Laughing? Cautiously I rolled back, and Mikey peered down at me from his bunk, smiling softly. He giggled quietly. "Troglodyte? Can't you use normal, non-brainy insults even when you're sleepy, Donny? Shesh, man, 2 syllables or less man." I mustered up a reciprocal smirk, happy to see Mikey emerging from his previous gloom somewhat, even if it was at my expense. "Cruel but good word use." Raph commented from his spot on the floor. Sarcastic prat. I let the insults slide by, at least my brothers were venting in their own ways. I knew tomorrow Mikey would be playing a game and Raph would be sparing with his own demons. My only thought was, What about me? All I really wanted was to fall asleep and wake up tomorrow, and have it all have been a bad dream. We've always been together, from birth(or atleast our birth into what we are now) , and at that moment, it felt as though Sensei had sent away one of my lifelines. Still, Leo's voice kept echoing in my head: "You'll look after them, right?" He expected me to be the strong one in his stead. How fair was that? I’m the closest thing to a pacifist in this family, that’s why our sensei chose the bo staff for my weapon. It allowed me to keep my opponents at a distance. I’m the 2nd youngest and probably the quietest in our little quadling group. Yet it fell on my shoulders. It hurt that seemingly both Leo and our Master thought his role should come to me with out ever asking me. After supper tonight our Sensei had pulled me aside and told me, “You much be strong while your brothers are not.” What if I don’t want to be? No one asked me how I felt about trying to control Raph, break up fights, handle trainings and patrols. Course…Then again, I doubted anyone had ever asked Leo. Whoa … That adds a whole knew level of respect for him. He probably deserved this chance to get away, to be independent and to not have to worry about us three at all hours of the day. I'd been nursing the responsibility for one day and already it was crushing me. Still, at the same time, I knew Leo, and I knew it was probably driving him crazy. It was his nature to worry about us. He did it in his sleep, without thinking. And we all tended to unconsciously depend upon him to sort everything out. Even Raphael, though he'd never admit it. I couldn't think of what it would be like with out him, and now we get a first hand chance. I'm not liking it. Earlier today we had a moment where it hit us all hard, he was really gone. Mikey asked Raph what time it was. Course he said, "Like I wear a watch? Ask Donny." With out even thinking I said, " I don't know ask Leo." An uncomfortable silence followed, during which the miserable look flashed across Mikey's face again, and I hated myself for putting it there. Raph scowled at me and pushed to his feet, headed for the door. "It'd take some kinda miracle if he could do that, don'tcha think," he growled, donning a surface jacket and leaving; slamming the door behind him. Raph didn't come back until about an hour before we went to sleep, I wonder how many villains met with a bloody wake up call tonight. I let my eyes shift around the room quiet and more than a little un easy. Mikey's breathing has evened out just a little, looks like the sleeping aid I slipped it was working. I hated to resort to trickery but I doubt he would have slept if I hadn't. I glanced towards the floor where Raph was laying. He wasn’t moving, his eyes fixed on the ceiling lost in his own thoughts. Noticing the slightest movement in his shoulder looked down and saw him spinning his sai slowing in his right hand. I can’t help but wonder what he was thinking, or rather who he was thinking of using that Sai on. “Go to Sleep, Don.” He never even looked at me, I don’t know how he knew I was watching him. I rolled back onto my back and found my own spot on the ceiling. Maybe things will be easier in the morning. Clink. The Sai hit the ground and I glanced his way. Raph lay sill, mouth slightly agape and his breathing deep. Good, the sleeping powder worked on him too. “Night guys.” KEEP THE REVIEWS A COMING! Once again this is the work of both myself –randompenname- and yo yo anarchy my fellow TMNT Obsessed alie! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CH.3 BEGINS HERE: Constant ???? It quickly became apparent that Raphael wasn't coping very well at all. Of course, not in the traditional sense. That would have involved letting his feelings out and opening up to us, and maybe even letting himself be a little emotional. No, Raph just began to distance himself from us, and his temper became shorter by the hour. It came to a head about 4 days after Leo had left he had came in late, or early depending on your perspective. I killed the light on my monitor when I heard the beep singleing his approch in the corrior. I waited in the darkness and the silence. The last thing I wanted was to have him bash Leo or worse rather, me. I smelled blood and beer before I saw him. Great.

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Reviews

Below are some of the reviews I/we have gotten around the net:

30 years of shredder:

1) I love it! I've always liked the alternate views of the turtles' lives. I mean, come on, we've all read the "Turtle meets girl, they fall in love" stories over and over. It's cool to see a darker, sadder fic every now and then.

The Same as It Never Was storyline in the current cartoon was one of my favorites. It's neat to see a work of fiction that takes that type of message and runs with it.

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2) Awesome. Like a post-apocalyptic, dystopian/Mad Maxian Shredder-Takes-All future... I love it!

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3)I only had time to read the first chapter but I love how you got Raph's character down pat. Liked how you interlaced Shredder's propaganda slogan in the middle. It made the story more chilling (for me anyway). Good job. I will come by again and finish reading the second chapter :)
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4)Looking good young one, keep up the good work.

Constant:

1)MAKE IT STOP!

hehe

Wow. That was great. A few spelling errors and a missing word but nothing too distracting.

So, what is your fear, dearest Mikey? *shudder*
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2007-05-24 ch 1, reply	This got me interested, although the point of view sometimes confused me. :S
RandomPenName 2007-05-24 ch 1, reply	This is 1/2 of the authors of constant, i just wanted to say thank you so much for commenting and we are already working on ch.2. Its been a delight and an honor to write with my cowriter, please stick around it will be updated soon!
soaringphoenix86 2007-05-24 ch 1, reply	Wow! What a great first chap! A little on the short side, but the quality of this chap more than compensates for that! And your right, it does flow very nicely! I can't wait for the next chap to see what the three remaining brothers think about Leo leaving! Update soon K! Faithfully, soaringphoenix86
paulafromtwoson 2007-05-23 ch 1, reply	Neat story concept! I loved reading about what it was like for the 3 turtles that stayed behind. I hope you write more!
Fallen Hikari 2007-05-23 ch 1, reply	I'd say this is a fantastic start. Somehow I missed the little bit at the beginning saying it was written by two of you...I couldn't tell at all! It flowed seamlessly together. Well done! It's certainly accomplishment to combine two different writing styles. This is a great topic/area to explore, as it was something that wasn't covered well in the movie. It has a lot of potential! I look forward to seeing this develop! Keep up the great work--both of you! Ja ne! FH ^__^

7)Seems like a nice flow so far to me!
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8) Yikes, I was just going to read one and then move on to other places but this story caught my eyes and here I am reading away despite my earlier resolution...

I always like reading Don's POV and this one seems to do a good job of using it effectively. I like how Raph didn't throw a fit, quite unexpected :) I want to see more of how Don is feeling though. He seems to talk about his brother's reactions but doesn't reveal too much about himself.

Looking forward to more updates!

What is fear:
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PlainSimpleGarak 2007-05-22 ch 2, reply	Interesting start to the story! I think the second chapter is a good start, but it would be more effective if you expanded on the vision Michelangelo sees for Claustrophobia. It's a good scenario, but I think you can build up more and really bite into what he's feeling and why it hurts him so much to feel that way - or really describe it and how it physically affects him, as well as emotionally. I look forward to an update!
moogsthewriter 2007-05-22 ch 2, reply	Say, this isn't bad so far! I rather like it! I'm going to assume that Mikey saw these things while he was unconcious, and that when he screamed here, it was when he screamed in the first chapter... correct me if I'm wrong! You're doing pretty good so far, and I can't wait for more! moogsthewriter
paulafromtwoson 2007-05-22 ch 2, reply	Wow, this is a very intense story so far! I'm glued to my chair... Can't wait to see more!

P.S. CH.2 OF 30 YEARS OF SHREDDER IS UP THE POST BELOW THIS ONE!

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	The World as it is: 30 Years of Shredder (CH.1 & Ch.2!)
	Title: The world as it is:30 years of shredder Rating:M CH.name :Leonardo Ch rating:T Disclaimer:Don't own them wish i did but i dont. Notes: This is ch.2 , to read ch.1 go here: The World as it is: 30 Years of Shredder CH.2 Knock...Knock...Tap...Tap..Knock....................Tap-Tap. Silence. Than 4 minutes later the most important part: Tap.Knock.Knock.Tap.tap.tap. ... Tap. The later half was changed daily to keep the false friends out. I return my twin katana to the sheaths as silently as I had drawn them and stepped back into the shadows as the old warehouse door was manually forced open. Screeching and groaning, both man and door until it had been lifted four feet from the ground. I listen, hearing the sounds of feet scraping the ground as men and women alike ducked under the door. Fifteen or so by the sound, and I fight a pain in my chest - 32 had left this morning for the work camps. The wind shifts adding a whole new level of odor to the already muggy and gassy warehouse. We didn't need the smell of roses, at least we were alive. I hear the door groan its daily complaints as they force it back down. A few children who have managed to stay below the radar slip from the shadows to embrace their parents. Free born children were un heard of, never would I thought the sound of a child crying at the thought of death would be a pleasing sound. Yet in this time, it was. It offered some level of hope that the future of this world would not be tarnished and carried on the backs of children who take death as normal. There is that sound I mention, Rika, a young girl who’s parents worked in the camp was crying. The story fills the air as the surviving adults tell the story. It would seem a guard wanted Amara, Rika's mother. It wasn't uncommon and guards never asked they simply took. It would have over and done with in minutes but Amara was to proud she had fought for the very little she still called her own. They had slit her throat. Jakob her lover, and Rika's father, had tried to intervene for his troubles he was only permitted to watch the guard do as he wished with poor Amara, dead or other wise. Jakob had been killed after the guard finished. Thankfully they do not give such details to Rika, but the innuendo and double talk spell it clear enough to me. The evening settles into its normal sway, what every food the free born children and I had been able to scavenge is spread around our little outpost. I am a wear of someone sitting beside me; her little shy gives her thoughts away, and no more tears from her small frame. I'm not ashamed to admit how terrifying it was she wasn't crying. We have an odd little sub-society here. The adults go to the camp, so they are accounted for. The enforcers see a group of loyal people leave in the morning and come home 14 hours later, they never check for the children. Why the parents are in the camps and the streets are more or less empty the children and I go out. We meet here, eat food, mourn the dead and sleep. As Mikey would say, lather, rinse, repeat. I must have smiled because Rika spoke. "Did you think of a joke, sir?" Sir? Never had that term befallen me, and certainly not from a human child. Yet, this place was beyond color, or genetics. Loyalty was solidified by the moments of the day. You protect each other, you comfort each other, you love each other...Your a family. Family. "Sir?" Oh, Rika. I tilt my head toward her and touch her face softly and smile just a bit when I feel her cheeks rise as she smile. "Yes Rika, A little one." "Can you tell me?" "It wasn't funny." "Please?" For a second she sounds like a child and I smile. Perhaps there is hope. "Please?" "Please Leo, just one more game?" I flinched at the sharpness of the memory, Mikey. "Leave him alone Rika." Her uncle, or at least the closest thing to an uncle she had, spoke sharply and I could feel her jump beside me. "Quit bothering him." "But-" She offered her defense. "She is fine." I find my voice can still be strong when I need it to be. "By the look of the shadow on your face -- it doesn't seem to be." He responded, though less harshly than he had been when speaking to her. ----------------------------------- Shadows. It seemed shadows had been apart of my life for as long as I could remember. I can almost remember being a child, no more than 5. It had been the first night we slept apart. In the old days all five of us would curl up on a blanket in the main room to sleep. It seemed every shadow moved, and each veil held a monster ready to lurch out and claim my soul. I remember going down stairs fighting tears because I knew our master - than only our father - would be unhappy that I lacked the courage to sleep alone. The most vivid part of the memory has always been what I saw when I rounded the corner into the den. On the floor with his back against the couch was my father, his eyes held me at once. To his right was Raphael defiantly not in his lap but using his shin as a pillow. To his left was Donny clutching his blanket and using our father's lap as a grade A pillow. Mikey was sitting on his lap face pressed into his chest and a leg on either side, so that his right foot landed on Donny's shoulder. After looking between my brothers all sound asleep I looked back toward my father. While his left hand rubbed soothing circles on Mikey's back his right hand was extended to me while a knowing eye watched me in kindness. I was proud, but not so proud to turn down the invitation. I laid down on his left not touching him but laying in his shadow. The last thing I remember before falling to sleep was his fingers sliding across my head. "Sleep my son, I am with you." As the memory fades I close my eyes to fight away the tears threaten to show themselves. As I got older the shadows became something to use, as my father became my sensei he trained us to harness the darkness. I used it many times to avoid capture, to protect my brothers, and to help those I could. I completely engrossed myself in my training more in later days than the early ones. I adored the praise for a job well done. As a teenager it was one of the few places I felt I excelled at. Donny knew more about mechanics than most Harvard graduates - and this was at 15. Raph was the strongest...not that I would have ever admitted it and then there was Mikey, he could win one of the master’s smiles faster than any of us. A shadow came over New York as the Shredder came into our lives, but we still had each other and we still won. Now that isn't the case, when Donny left it pushed a thorn into each of our hearts. He left with out reason and with out a goodbye. We all searched for him, thinking maybe he had been captured. In the end it became apparent he was gone, left us to die...It was so unlike him… but war changes people. The shadow that touched my heart when Donny left us completely covered it when we lost our Sensei. They had us, hook line and sinker and we would have all died but as it had in the past. The father in our Sensi over ruled the master. Leaving him that day was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I remember, Mikey was hurt and unconscious and Raph and I were to wounded to win. I argued desperately with the master when he ordered us to go. There is was no arguing with him, never was - not when he had set himself to task. Raph tried to stay and he nearly broke my jaw when I tried to pull him away from the fight. It took the mention of Mikey to get him to join us. I know I had been harsh as I yelled at him "Killing your self is one thing Raph but can you really kill Mikey too?" It wasn't completely untrue as badly hurt as I was, I may not have been able to get Mikey out alone. True or other wise, it had appealed to the big brother in him and we fled together. Mikey had been unconscious for 3 days by the time he awoke, it was over. Raph and I had the knock down- drag out fight that had been stewing for more than 30 years...and he had won. We were both wounded badly, my Katana took his eye and left at least one scar on him, but his twin sai to my chest. Game, set, match...Raph won. I lost. I lost everything. When I came to nearly a month later I found out that Mikey was healthy or had been when he left, more than 3 weeks prior. It took years to get back to speaking terms with Mikey. We had faced the Shredder one last time. Casey had been killed, Mikey lost his arm and I lost what ever hints of a kinship I had with my baby brother. I am sure Raph and I have crossed paths since the fight, April has said he is still in city. We haven't spoken since he left me for dead, but I have felt him close by. We are both skilled as Ninja and we know the shadows - all of NY is a shadow now, so hiding isn't hard. Neither of us would let the other know they were there unless we wanted to ... and we haven’t'. Though there was one time I thought I may have seen him. I had been cornered by 10 to many enforcers, I had already been fighting and was hurt...and more than a little tired. They got in close and I made a mistake. They threw some orange powder in my face, to this day I don't know what it was. What I do know is it stung my eyes and I went down in more pain than I had known in years. I heard the wind part as a sword blade came toward me, disarmed and blind I just waited for the strike. It never did. The sound of steel on steel that I had heard over the years and in my dizziest daydreams echoed around me. I was on the verge of blacking out, but the soundtrack around me played in my mind to one of the many sparing matches of my youth, Katana Vs Sai, friendly Banter and all. The last coherent thought I had was someone’s arms coming around me and pulling me off the ground. I woke up here in this place a few hours later, no one could name who had brought me here they had been in the work camps. Only a small child around 2 years old could give me a clue hearing it now I shutter “He looked like you." Shadows have always been my world and now I walk among that world more apart of it than ever before. That powder took my sight and even my vision is a shadow. While the world around me descends into darkness, only the shadows of memories comfort me. -------------------------------------------- "By the look of the shadow on your face -- it doesn't seem to be." He responded, though less harshly than he had been when speaking to her. "She is fine." I repeated shaking off the wave of intense memories that I thought years of mediation had locked away. I could hear the shuffling of his feet as he moved away. "What were ya thinking about?" Dear sweet Rika, she could read me better than anyone, but she was one of the younger children so she stayed closest to me when we ventured out. "Family." The word sounded foreign as I said it, she sat down her empty plate and what was left of mine. I had offered it to her silently; she was far too kindhearted to simply have taken it. I felt her shift and rest her head on my knee her fingers absently sliding along my shin the way a child does when they are so tired they can't sleep. "I miss my family." Her voice was quiet and the moister on my knee tells me she is crying. Perhaps there is hope. I find my self letting my fingers slide thru her hair, as my master - no, my father, had done for me when monsters lurcked in every shadow. "So do I." ----------------------------------------------- -GLEE- Yay! Ch.2 is done, hope you like it, I am in love with in my self!

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	About Damn time!
	FF.net finally realised i wasn't spam and let me post my stories so now you can find 30 years of shredder and What is fear http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1281620/ here I will add deadly choice after the contest i wrote it for has ended! Also check out the c2. I've thought about making a fourm would anyone be intrested?

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	A deadly Choice
	I finally wrote a one shot that STAYED A ONE SHOT! This is in repsonce to a challange that involves something odd amung the turtles - thoughts? by the by its been a long time i wrote something funny did it work? ---------------------------------------------------------------- A deadly choice. ~RandomPenPal G- for giggles! Summery: would take away from it! Disclaimer: Don't own TMNT wish I did. Thanks for the challenge! -------------------------------------------------------------------- The entire lair was silent not even the normally present water drip disturbed the saintly of this rarely found quiet. Every ounce of training went into my approach, stealth, and movement combined to achieve one goal. I open the door by barely touching it, and feel the bolt slide back. No click. This is good. The slightest amount of pressure opens the door just enough so that it doesn't click back in place. I freeze. Counting the seconds like hours waiting for all my efforts to be in vain. Silence. We're rolling. I push the door open just far enough that I can slide into the darkness. My toe serves as a buffer so the door makes no noise as it shuts. I see my prey, completely unawares that I am ready to take from him the thing he treasures most in this world. I step carefully over the creaky board, silent as the grave. The twin sai lay on the table behind me as I continue my approach. It is always good to have those out of his reach...but the fact he would have to go through me to get them, may not be so good. The blanket across his chest rises and falls slowly, his hand is folded under the pillow, and even in the shadow I see the small glint of yellow. Could it be? Oh this is too good. From my belt I draw by weapon, sliding by thumb across the wheel until it stops. I silence the gulp I feel struggling to announce my nervousness. This is the number one way to end up with a sai through your head. Could it still be funny? I move. In three movements I jerk the pillow out from under him and the flash of my weapon, 1998 Polaroid Camera, illuminates the room. In that single blinding glare it illuminates something else, surprise than deadly hate on my preys face. Oh yeah, still funny. Time to book. "MIKEY YOU’RE DEAD!" A back flip off his bed and I hit the ground running, he is a half second behind me but the blankets tangle, score one for the good guys. I drop to the lower level as a sai lands in the wood above my head, and into the living room I go. My accomplices are waiting for me. Leo who's job it had been to exhaust him in training, Donny who had put just enough of some scientific stuff into his food to make him sleep hard, and even our dear Splinter who had been so kind not to stop us. They hoard around me and I show them our prize. The Polaroid has finished developing. There illuminated clearly was a deadly looking Raph, our furious hotheaded brother holding, with the same desperation as his sai in combat, a Malibu Barbie, Pink dress and all. High fives went around the room even Splinter looked amused but I was to find it was not at our victory. Thump. Raph slammed into Leo trying to get to me I slipped Don the picture and off I went red banded brother in toe. By the time Raph realizes I don't have the picture, it'll be on Donny’s website, Aprils Camera and Casey’s wall. Oh, yeah. Still funny. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Not quiet and 'odd' object but certainly odd in the hands it ended up in. Hope you enjoy!

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	What is Fear - A TMNT fic
	Title: What is Fear? Rating:T Summery: A simple question : What is fear, and the many answers that follow. Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT if I did I wouldn't be working two jobs and living on ramen noodles. Comments: Read and Review if I wanted flames I'd start a fire. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What is Fear? A TMNT ~~oneshot~~ Fanfiction "What is your worst fear, my 'brave' freaks? " The cold voice echoed in the emptiness around them. How had they gotten here, how did 19 years of training go out the window? They had been fighting, as usual. Not the foot though, the foot they understood. The foot was curel, corrupt and dangerous but at least they understood them. No, this time they were fighting Bishops people or at least they looked like Bishops people. Short hair, dark glasses and a suit, Mikey had asked how the MIB let them have the day off. It won a few laughs - at first. The fight hadn't seemed anything un expected, they were winning. Each Trutle used their weapons with skill un matched. Donny had kept his opponents back with his Bow Staff, welded as practiced as any computer software. He used his keen mind to see every move before they made it. He would take a step back to sweep the feet out from one before spinning to nearly take the head off another’s shoulders. Raph was using his usual amount of 'grace' as he used his sai both blade and hilt with out stopping, leaving the MIB impersonators bloodied or worse. Even in his rashness Raph had his head in the game and a well thrown sai kept Mikey from getting a hair cut with a laser rifle. Leo was totally in control, not that anyone was very surprised with that. Each movement was made with the fluidity that makes a dolphin look cumbersome. The double Katana moved as if they were extensions of his soul - he never missed. Mikey was landing as many verbal blows as he was physical. The constant insults, jokes and comments were making their opponents make more stupid mistakes. They were winning. Of all the people Mikey noticed it first. A slight odor almost unnoticed amid all the fighting. It smelled sweet like a cigar as it moved into the air to join the sounds of pain of smell of blood. Then the lights went out. When they came to the first thing they noticed was the dull pain through their bodies. It made moving slow and defense nearly impossible. Only, there was nothing to defend against. They first set about finding each other. No one was hurt very badly but all were experiencing that same dull ache. After a few moments of assurances and frustration they began to access their situation. They were unarmed, in a small room, a very small room. If they stood back to back and extended one arm their hands pressed flush against the wall. There was no room to lie, or at the very least stand. A soft hum that Donny concurred was a white noise generator all but killed any of their tuned hearing. The darkness was over whelming and their eyes did not adjust to it. They sat in silence for several hours, listening to each other breathe. Trying to not comment when they noticed each other’s breathing rate increase as frustration and nervousness began to take its toll on their bruised frames, and frightened minds. "What is your worst fear, my 'brave' freaks?” All four had jumped as moved from a sitting position to a standing one in less time than it took to blink. They said nothing as they felt each other instinctively reach for the weapons that had long sense been removed from them. The laughter from everywhere, and no where assured them that who ever held them captive saw them move and found it funny. "Who the Hell are you?" Raph shouted into the darkness, a quiet hand on his wrist from Leo silenced him, for once. "Why are we being held here?" Leo asked, his voice sounding strong but his brothers they did not miss the smallest tremble in his tones. "You didn't answer my question my dear little freaks", the faceless voice, cold and sarcastic spat back at them. "What is your worst fear?" A steeled silence was the only reply they offered. Though Raph felt the silence pressure to his right as Mikey leaned into him by the smallest degree. "Aw? Cat got your tongue?" They cold voice echoed again. “Than lets see if you can show me." Leo took a deep breath but said nothing, the hand still on Raph’s wrist tightened. Donny spoke softly. "Why should we answer you, if you won't answer us?" The softness in his tone was not caused by fear but almost relaxed, he was a decent actor from time to time. "Does that mean you wish to volunteer, Donatello?" A snide response came from the darkness. They all visibly jumped, and Mikey voiced why. "How do you know his name?" "I know all your names, Michelangelo, and so much more. How’s the arm, Raphael, the one you broke when you fell from a sewer run off." Raphael moved to step forward, though he was met by the same wall that had always been there. "How did you know about that?!" Raph snarled into silence, he hadn't been more than 7 years old when he broke his arm. Leo's hand moved from his wrist to his upper arm and jerked him back into his place, so they stood again, back to back each faceing a different direction. The faceless voice spilt into laughter at the reaction. "Don't you know you silly boy ... you told me." "I aint told you nothin' pal!" Raph spat into the darkness. The hum got louder and they each felt Raph lurch forward out from the group and scream. Raph lay on the ground in a heap, half against the wall, before any could turn to catch him, his body twitching from the after effect of the jolt of energy sent coursing through his body. His breathing was haggard and eyes closed. "Raph!" Mikey shouted as he felt his older brother lurch forward and heard him scream. Leo had turned to catch him but had not been fast enough. So he settled for pulling Raph from the wall he now leaned face first on and pulled him back to himself. Leo knelt holding Raph trying to by will of mind ease the shutters that still wracked his brother's body. "Tisk Tisk, " Came the voice and the three conscious turtles glared into silence. "It was a simple question but since your answer has not been forth coming it would seem other options will need to be taken." "You want a volunteer you got one!" Snapped Donny, with a dangerous tone that was rarely, if ever heard. "Very well" Started the voice but he was cut off. "Like hell. I don't like little boys who can't show their face in a fair fight. You want a volunteer its me you coward!" "So be it." Echoed the voice in the darkness. "No, Michelangelo!" Leo Shouted but it was to late as he and Donny both reached for their youngest brother only their hands collided. Mikey was gone. "Damnit!" Donny spat hitting the wall that was as it had been, to damn close. Raph made a gurgling sound as another spasm wrecked his body. It was as if even unconscious he knew their four had just dropped a number. The noise was enough to bring back the other two back to him. Leo shifted his weight so Raph leaned more directly against while Leo leaned against the wall giving Raph room to stretch out his legs as best as he could. Donny knelt by him and checked his pulse. "He'll be ok." Donny offered quietly. Leo didn't need to be able to see his brothers face to hear the concern in his voice. The same concern he felt in his heart as he tightened the arm over Raph's chest and reached for Donny's arm. It was a simple touch no more strong than a mouse, but the strength it offered to the brothers was immense. The ability to know their strength, in having each other was not completely gone. That hint of calmness vanished as from no where an image appeared before him. The same men in suits and one with a needle smiled toward them. As he moved from the camera their hearts stopped. Their strapped to a gurney was Mikey, bruised and bleeding. There was a steady rise and fall to his breathing and he appeared unconscious. The man approached him with a needle and the brothers watched in horror as the needle pierced his skin, the plunger was pushed and a vile red fluid was pushed into their brothers veins. Than silences, pure utter silence as both brothers held their breath. Donny noticed it first, the man who had administered the fluid held up three fingers…than two...as the final finger lowered Mikey surged against his restraints and let out a blood curdling scream. Than the monitor went to black. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Arent' I awful? and to think this started as a one shot. Comments? Tags: read and review please! Current Mood: creative Current Music: Fiddles playing in meh head

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	my_fool_took - READ
	I had a random Idea if we write together thats great and we can but heres a little side thing i just decided I want to try. Its like a round robin only shorter. Basically i want to see if two diffrent writers can write an fic together, paragraph by paragraph. Basically one of us starts it. We set it up and write one paragraph, the next one adds to it and so on. Intrested? If so start us up!

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	Random Rambleings
	I'm off to go to work what fun. Its almost 7 and i'm out of here at 730. I want to write and I don't have time. What a bummer. I like work though - work is teaching 2 year olds eight hours a day. Its insane but I love it! I got my grades back: Early Childhood Lit: A Childhood Guidaince:A Child Development II:C (but its 81.2 so i'll deal) Not bad for thinking i'd fail it all! Thought I'd share. I want to write a 1 shot tmnt fic -ideas? ~cHOW! Current Mood: geeky Current Music: Kids songs - got to get head in game for work!

07:08 am June 25th, 2007