This story is just a tiny one. Its only three quick chapters long so enjoy and once again I own nothing :)

Raph's POV:

A snickering sound jerked Raphael awake. He opened his eyes, and wished he hadn't. His amber eyes widened with horror at the sight of a tanto descending towards his heart. But it was already too late to avoid the deadly strike. And Raph knew that this was no dream. It was a nightmare made real.

'Awww, shell!' was Raph's last thought before the blade was plunged deep into his chest. Then darkness closed in.

Donnie's POV:

Donnie was working away in his lab enjoying the peace and quiet of the lair... 'well as quiet as it could get,' he thought ruefully.

Master Splinter had left for Japan to visit the Ancient One and Leonardo had gone to April's for a supply run. That left only two brothers to contend with, luckily for Donnie both bothers were in separate rooms right now. Raph was sleeping like the dead in the living room, Donnie could hear his chainsaw snoring even through the thick walls of the lab. His youngest brother, Mikey, got real excited about a package Raph had brought home this morning and Donnie hasn't seen Mikey since.

'Mikey's been acting real strange since he got captured by the foot a few weeks back but he escaped on his own when they were moving him.' Donnie mused to himself.

Don reached over and grabbed his coffee mug and brought it to his lips before realizing to his dismay that it was empty... again!

"Why don't I just put a coffee machine in here," Donnie grumbled to himself as he left the lab and headed for the kitchen.

Donnie came out of the kitchen after a few minutes with a fresh, steaming mug of coffee in his hands. Before he could go back into his lab a movement from the corner of his eye drew his attention; it was Mikey.

'What is that goof ball up to now?' Donnie asked himself as he stopped to watch his brother quietly stalk towards Raph as he slept on the couch, with one arm behind his shell and a mischievous grin plastered all over his face. But Donnie's amusement quickly turned to horror as Mikey revealed what was hidden in his hand. Clenched in Mikey's fist was a wicked looking tanto.

Donnie heard Mikey try to suppress a snicker as he raised the knife into the air to strike at Raph's unprotected chest.

Donnie dropped the coffee mug on the cement floor, it shattered on impact, spilling hot coffee across the floor. Donatello didn't have time to make a move to stop the horrific scene from unfolding before him. He heard Raphs startled gasp as he saw the blade poised over him descend. Donnie knew he would never make it in time to save his hot tempered brother, all he could do was watch in helpless horror as Raph was murdered before his eyes.

Time seemed to stop altogether as the tanto plunged into Raphael's chest. Donatello watched, frozen in horror as he heard the sickening crunch of his brothers plastron as the tanto sliced through it like butter and then the undeniable sound of metal slicing through flesh as Michelangelo buried the tanto up to the hilt in his brothers chest. He could see Raphs eyes widen momentarily, his amber eyes filled with pain, shock, and betrayal and then they slowly slid closed and his body slumped in on itself as blood gushed freely from the fatal wound.