Faceless Fear (TMNT FANFICTION)

Chapter 5

Donatello tapped his foot on the floor in a repetitive motion as he sat and watched his computer screen. His eyes were heavy but his mind was wired. For the past couple days have been insufferable especially with Leo acting as his own personal prison warden. Michelangelo was off limits from Donnie and the intelligent brother could only watch from a distance as his brother slowly started to lose himself.

His mind was beginning to play tricks on him it seemed. When he tried to show the drawing his brother did on the floor, it was gone. The bone that Michelangelo used to draw the star with was also gone. No sign that any of the events that happened that night even existed. Donatello tried to turn to Raphael for assistance, or even back up against Leo's attacks but found his hot headed sibling to be lost in a distance. His mind was distracted and Donnie could only guess why. When Leo left the room with Mikey, Donnie sat and talked with Raphael very briefly and coming to one conclusion. They had a name.

Donatello spent his nights on the computer looking for someone with the name Salin but found nothing that matched what he wanted. Donnie thought that maybe the alternative was that Mikey was thinking of Satin and mixed up the lettering as he spoke. But once Raph told him that the boy who was in the garage said the same thing, that theory went out the window.

Donnie sat back in his chair and thought over his options. The supernatural came to mind though when he thought about it. The random acts from his youngest brother, and the strange figures appearing around. He would only guess that some type of possession was happening with Mikey and unfortunately for Don, that was not in his personal experience and knew little to nothing about the paranormal world. The only option Donnie could seem to come up with, was to find one of the Foot Ninja that was at the apartment that night and retrieve any information he could from them. The only way that Donnie could do that though was to get the permission from Leonardo. He huffed before standing up, stretching out his muscles and headed for the kitchen for a drink of water.

Just as he opened the door, he stumbled over something that was at the bottom of his feet. He caught the feel of something fuzzy and cold. When he looked down, he choked.

Klunk was on his side, jaw opened wide with his teeth standing out. His fur was crumpled and messy. He noticed the hairs sticking together as the sudden bulge on the side. Donnie bent down to the little animal and felt over, feeling the dry blood. His fingers brushed over some type of slip. He sucked in some breath and dipped his finger passed the fur and into the body, feeling around in the cold, lifeless form. He felt up and around till something caught his attention. Up in his spine, a piece of bone was missing.

A cold chill ran down Donnie's back. Did Mikey do this? He stayed crouched for a moment more before pushing up to stand, making sure to have had the cradled cat in his arms. He made it to the kitchen and grabbed a towel that was hanging on the oven. With as much care as he could, he wrapped the little cat up in the towel and kept him tucked inside like a present.

He sighed and tried to think of a way to explain this to Leo now. He left Klunk on the counter as he went to the fridge for some much needed water. Once he opened the door, he jumped back as a couple of hissing roaches fell out of the fridge and landed on the floor. Donnie took a breath and watched as the little insects scrambled away underneath the counters. He kept his eyes glued to the ground for a moment, trying to clear his mind. It was late hours of the night and knew he needed to get some well needed rest but with so much happening all at once in his mind it was hard to do.

Finally, he shut the door and turned to head back to the counter that held Mikey's little pet but yelped when Mikey suddenly was in front of him.

"Jesus Mike.." He said out of breath. When Donnie looked at his brother, he saw the vacant look he had seen before. The blue eyes damned with pure nothingness. His expression, meaningless. He merely stared at Donnie, never saying a word.