Just an honest sick idea that kind of popped into my head and needed to be heard. Hahaha. Profanity and some unsettling images ahead. As always, read and reviews please.

Remember I don't own them (TMNT).

The punching bag swayed side to side giving away to each blow thrown. Sweat drenched Raphael's body as the bag crumbled under his final punch. He leaned on his knees trying to catch his breath. Finally he wiped the sweat off with the back of his hand before he headed out of the dojo.

There wasn't a single light on the lair except the dim one that slithered beneath the bathroom door. The atmosphere became so foreign Raphael wasn't sure what to expect. For the last few days, Leonardo called off their nightly patrol and retreated to his room. Even his nocturnal brother, Donatello no longer worked on his projects and turned in early. And Mikey . . .

Raphael tried to stifle a yawn as fatigue settled in his body. He pulled a fresh towel from the dryer and made his way to the bathroom. He turned on the hot faucet and began to strip off his padding and mask. The steam fogged up the cracked mirror above the sink. He finally placed his sais upon the porcelain surface before entering the shower.

A quiet hiss escaped his lips as the hot water cascaded over his sore muscles and the cracks of his shell. The sound of water bouncing off the tiles gave Raphael comfort and stillness. He leaned against the wall, watching the water slowly swirl down the drain. Letting the burdens that weighed his mind drift along.

Raph, Raphael.

A sudden chill ran down his spine as the hot shower suddenly turned ice cold. "Shit," Raph muttered jumping back into the shower door. He fumbled around the faucets until as he turned the faucets off. As he leaned over, a dark blob drifted into his peripheral vision. Raphael jerked his head to see the figure standing by the door.

He watched while the figure glided towards the sink and stop. The anticipation grew as the figure stood unmoving as if it was watching him. As Raphael reached for the door, the figure shot across the bathroom floor and out the door. He kicked it open and stood still. Blood pounded furiously in his ears as he wrapped the towel around him.

There wasn't a sign of anyone except him in the room. He knew what he saw. Raphael grabbed and put on his mask and gear. He reached for his sais but where were they? The sink held no evidence of their disappearance. The growl rolled within his chest when a light bulb went off in his head.

He knew who the culprit was.

"Mikey," Raphael growled as he made his way to Mikey's room. Immediately the endless list of getting revenge raced through his mind. It would take one good ass whooping to cure that little prankster from taking his things.

Raphael rushed upstairs until he came to the last door on the left. His foot shot out kicking Michelangelo's bedroom door. The door gave way slamming into the wall. The dim light from downstairs casted a ghostly stream while the dust swirled in the air. Comic books strayed across the floor along with action figures piled together. Like someone left them alone for a while and plan to return later. Along one wall was a rough sketch of a mural that Michelangelo had begun. Different colors of paint lined up on the desktop and against the wall. The bed sheets and comforter rumpled in a pile as if someone got up and didn't bother to make the bed.

"Man, what a slob," Raphael mumbled to himself as he kicked one of the action figures across the room. "Now where are you at, you little twerp?" Suddenly a ridge of goosebumps popped along his arms as a cold breeze swept inside the room.

Oh, Raphie. Raph-a-el.

The voice was husky and deep dragging out his name. He could feel a hard stare boring through his body. "This is getting too freaky for me. I'm going to get you, Mikey. I ain't falling for your fucking pranks, you little prick." As Raphael turned to leave, the door slammed hard, nearly knocking him to the ground.

He jerked the door with all his might to find the door refusing to give away. Raphael balled up his fists as his eyes darted around. That little prick is in here. He was going to kill him when he got his hands on that orange masked turtle. Suddenly his stomach began to flip and knot up as the claustrophobic feeling became overwhelming.

Raphael.

"Shut up, you dork. Just shut up." His breathing pumped furiously through his nostrils. He was sick of this game. "Where are you? Show yourself. NOW!"

Something black moved against the darkness. "Mikey?" Raph's voice was barely above a whisper as fear spread through his body. Michelangelo stepped forward from the corner of the room. Raphael stumbled backwards and fell onto Michelangelo's bed. He could feel the blood drained from his face and eyes grew wide as Michelangelo walked into the light.

His eyes were no longer baby blue but bright red as they pierced through the darkness. A curtain of blood tumbled across Mikey's forehead down to the side of his missing cheek. Raphael could see the burnt muscles poking out along his mouth. A hole in his cheek showed some of Mikey's upper teeth and tendons. Patches of skin over his body were gone. Something shiny gleamed in Michelangelo's hand as he tapped it against his thigh.

"What the hell happened to you?" Silence stood still. "Mikey, answer me." Raphael looked on with horror while Michelangelo drew closer. "Look what you did to me, Raph. You were supposed to be watching out for me. I mean I'm your best friend. Your baby brother," Mikey whispered. The smell coming off his body were a mixture of something burning and decaying flesh. Raph shook his head in disbelief.

"No, Mikey. It wasn't like that, bro. I didn't mean for it to happen."

Before he could comprehend what to do next, Michelangelo's hand shot out and grabbed Raphael's wrist. He struggled to pull away but Michelangelo proved to be too strong. Suddenly a menacing smile crept onto Michelangelo's deformed face as he lifted up his other hand. There in plain sight grinning along with his captor was one of his missing sais.

"Let's play a game, big bro," Mikey purred as a crazed look took over his face. The sai slowly approached Raphael's arm and stopped at the tender flesh of his elbow. Suddenly the tip pierced through as it raced slowly down his forearm to his wrist. Raphael screamed and thrashed as the sharp pain rattled his body.

"NO! NO! MIKEY! STOP!" Raphael yelled. Michelangelo drew the sai back and watched the blood seeping to the floor. He thrust the sai across Raphael's arm once more, slicing more and smaller gashes. Raphael began to tremble uncontrollably as his brother continued the brutality.

"You've been a bad boy, Raphie. A bad boy. Bad brother," came a demonic voice from Michelangelo's mouth as the corners turned up to a devilish grin.

Suddenly there was knocking and pounding on the door. "Raph, Raph, what's going on in there?" Leonardo shouted concerned and panicked. Words were stuck in Raphael's throat as he wanted to warn his brothers.

Don't come in.Don't come it. The words ran through his head. At last the door burst open as Leonardo and Donatello rushed into the room.

"Help. Mikey's attacking me. Get him off. Get him off." Raphael's voice cracked as he freed from the fear.

Donatello quickly flipped on the light switch. Leonardo gasped in horror at the sight in front of him. Raphael jerked his head towards his brothers. His heart pounded furiously against his chest, waiting for them to save him. All they were doing was staring.

"Help me. Mikey's cutting me," Raph yelled. Tears sprung to his eyes as he felt another cut slice down on his arm. Leonardo leaped forward. His hand wrapped around the sai while the other gripped Raphael's shoulder. Confusion wrapped around Raph's mind. "What are you doing, Leo? Stop Mikey. Please. Stop him."

Shock and in awe Leonardo clenched his jaw before he opened his mouth. "Raph, what are you talking about? Mikey's dead. Remember?"

Raphael shook his head in disbelief wondering about his brother's sanity. "NO! NO! What the hell is wrong with you? Look at my arm. He's right here attacking me and cutting my arm. Look, dammit. Look at what he did!"

He turned his attention towards his blooded arm and his attacker. There was no Michelangelo or any signs of him. There was the sai before him. Not in Mikey's hand but his own. His chest tightened as he stared. No, there was no way he could've cut his own self. He would've known. Laughter erupted from Raphael's throat as he began to shake his head and rock back and forth. "No, no. He was here. He was here. I didn't do this. I didn't," Raph protested.

Leonardo carefully prided Raphael's sai away from his grip and backed away while Donatello immediately began to clean and dress the wound. Leonardo swallowed hard before he looked at his younger brother's eyes.

"No, Raph. You're cutting yourself again. Mikey's not here anymore, remember?" Raphael continued to shake his head more rapidly. What was Leo saying? "Shut up, Leo. Shut up. I know what I saw. He was here. He was . . ."

"Remember the other night at the warehouse where we were fighting the Foot? Remember the bomb they set off, Raph?" Suddenly a flood of images came crashing down. There they all were at the warehouse. Foot ninjas pouring from every corner and the bomb ticking down the minutes. He and Michelangelo stood side by side weapons ready to attack. Suddenly flames and smoked filled his vision. Mikey. His responsibility was gone.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, soaking his red mask as guilt swept over him. He could've saved Mikey. Should've saved his baby brother. As the sobs continued from the bulky turtle, Leonardo nodded towards Donatello and walked out.

Raphael remained quiet and rocked constantly. Tears continued their journey splattering onto his chest as Donatello finished dressing the wounds.

"Hey Donnie." Donatello swallowed hard as he looked into Raphael's face. His eyes glassy and lost fixated on the wall as if all of his soul had vanished.

"Yeah, Raph?"

A goofy smile spread onto Raphael's face. Donatello was startled as the unnatural look remained.

"No, Donnie," Raphael spoke. "It's Mikey. Where is that big hothead at? Why did you think I was Raph?"