Faceless Fear (TMNT FANFICTION)

Chapter 3

A few days past in a blink of an eye. No word has been heard from Master Splinter or how he was. Leo reassured that he is fine and safe.

Donatello was in his own world at this time. Day in and day out he spent in his lab, researching and trying to find the answers of the books that mysteriously went blank. The little red book he held close, keeping next to his lap top and lamp on the table. His eyes drooped every so often, exhausted to no extent but his own natural stubbornness stopped him from reaching the land of slumber. He looked over some of the notes he had left, translating some of the Latin he found that stood out over the others.

A phrase he found was Diabolus possessio. He found it to mean Devil's possession. Disturbed by that translation, he looked into the doll that seemed to be the only evidence to anything that the Foot was up to. As he searched the web for this particular doll but very few to nothing appeared. The doll was like a ghost to society. The only thing he could find on it, was written in and older english, that of which was written in the late 1800's.

"Thy body of youth Shall be corsed and seized for the night swallows by the face of fear." Donnie repeated, reading a description of the doll he found. He had no idea of what it was talking about or what it could possibly mean. "A Mother's cries and the child death, burns that in hell and thou may never be released." It sounded as if it was a type of chant. He shook his head and moved on to the next photo only to freeze.

An older photo, that of a woman, burned and starched lain in the middle of that of a star. Her hands and feet nailed to the ground, candles surrounded her. Donatello sat back feeling a chill go through him. The woman had no face. It looked as if it was cut off, the picture although black and white, Donnie could make out the skull against the burnt skin.

"This is so sick.." pressing both of his palms into his eyes.

"What is?" Startled, Donnie jumped and turned around to face Leo.

"Jesus Leo." He grumbled, leaning towards his desk for the coffee that started growing cold. Leo looked past Don's head to the computer but didn't react.

"Donnie I think it's time to put this stuff away for now." He said. Don shook his head and took a sip of the cooled coffee, making a face afterwards.

"No not yet." Leo sighed.

"Donnie how much sleep have you gotten in the past few days?" Being realistic, he didn't much of it. He has been so consumed with the books, sleep has not crossed his mind.

"Don, you're staying up hours of the night, looking up stuff like this," He ushered towards the computer. "this is going to make you crazy Donnie. Leave it be." Something about Leo's character was off. Recently, he has been trying to make Donnie avoid continuing his work with what the Foot were doing. Making him practice, work on the some of the other trinkets. Anything to get him away from the computer and the books. He looked up at Leo.

"I'm fine Leo. I'll go to bed when I'm ready." Leo watched him for a moment more and nodded.

"Okay." He turned on his heel and left the room. Donnie looked down at his cup for a moment, watching the liquid turn cold. He looked towards the book laying on the table and decided to pick it up. He felt over the old leather of the little book. He lifted up and swayed it around observing it.

"What are you?" He mumbled to the book. The paged opened and flew out, them passing through the air in a fast pace. His eyes grew a little wider when he thought he saw something. He placed the book in both hands with urgency, flipping through the pages quickly. His eyes on the small, black writing that came up on the middle of the page.

"Stay away." was all it read. The moment that Donatello shifted where he sat, the lights suddenly went out with a zapping noise. He took a couple of breaths before standing up.