Faceless Fear (TMNT FANFICTION)

Chapter 1

The next morning seem to be like any other morning.

Leonardo was the first to rise, heading down to the kitchen and took a seat with the paper in hand. Donatello was next, although instead of coming in with his normal gaze of need for coffee, he was fidgety. He was more awake than he would normally would be. As if paranoia became part of him.

Leo took note of this bizarre change in character in his brother.

"Don, you feeling okay?" He asked. Donatello blatantly ignored the question and headed straight for the coffee maker which to his unfortunate circumstance, was broken. It was filled half way with coffee from yesterday, cold and icky.

"Dammit." He slurred, placing the coffee holder down and rubbed his eyes. Sleep was not his aid. No not one bit. For some odd reason he was introduced to strange unreal circumstances that he has never experienced. He knew it was from that book he looked through. It's horrors now forced to be forever remembered and replayed. He took a breath, and steadied himself. He knew he had to continue his research with that book, for it was the only one so far that meant anything at all.

"Don?" Leonardo began to stand up when he gain no response from his purple banded brother. Donnie looked over at him then covered his eyes.

"I'm just exhausted." He admitted before going to the fridge and pulling out a water bottle and sat across from Leo who took his own seat once again.

"Get anywhere with those books?" He asked, taking a sip from his tea. His face scrunched up slightly. The tea was more bitter than usual and a tang of sour in it. He looked down to see a tint of darker color in it. It gave him a set of unease but quickly shook it off.

"I'm not really sure. Most of them were written in latin. Nothing I could really understand. The only book I saw that got me anywhere but no where at the same time was a book on tortures. I have a feeling who ever was the last Foot's victim didn't end very well." Donnie continued his explanations and twirled the water around in the bottle.

A loud and obnoxious yawn came from over head, expressing the fact that Raphael was awake. He flipped over the edge of the second floor and came down to the kitchen, sticking his face in the fridge looking for food.

"Mikey hasn't started breakfast yet? It's almost eight." He mentioned, taking the carton of milk and gulping down some of it's substance. Leo shook his head.

"No he isn't up yet. And neither is father either now that I think about it." He looked back at his father's door and grew worried.

His attention was drawn back to the stairs to show Mikey walking down with something in hand. The three older brothers watched as their youngest dragged himself and sat down in one of the chairs at the table. Leo looked over him and stood up immediately.

"Mikey where did you get that bruise?" Mikey didn't respond right away. When he looked up, it wasn't his lively look. No, he looked tired, drained from his energy, like he didn't sleep at all last night.

He brought up with hand to his neck where Leo was referring to and thought about it.

"I uh, was moving around last night and fell off the bed. My neck kinda hit the bed stand when I fell. I'm kind of a klutz ya know?" he chuckled slightly but Leo could tell something was wrong. He opened his mouth to retort when the sudden noise of the door behind him opened. Master Splinter walked out looking tired and frail.

"Master Splinter are you alright?" Donnie asked, standing up with Raphael and Leonardo to help their father. Michelangelo remained in place, watching as his father slowly made his way inside the kitchen. His breathing suddenly quickened and he gripped what was in his hand tighter.