Their lifeless bodies lay around me, circling me as their blood seeped onto the concrete floor, their eyes open and lifeless; staring into my soul.

"No," my heart clenched painfully as I crawled along the cold ground, their blood warm as it touched my skin as their last breaths still filled my ears. Their dying breaths haunting me as I desperately tried to reach out to them.

The chains around me prevented me from moving further, bolted to the concrete floor as pain consumed me.

Antonio, he was beside me. Bullet wounds covered his chest as he bled out through the multiple holes. His lifeless eyes stared in my direction as his cold hand lay reached out towards me. Begging me to help him before his last breath.

The twins lay in front of me, nasty gashes on their bleeding necks as the blood poured from the wounds. They too were reaching out for me, trying to grab onto me as their life drained away.

Donatello lay behind me, his body twisted at a weird angle, his broken neck haunting me as his limps lay out of place. His eyes like the rest on me, staying open and lifeless as they cursed at me for doing this to him.

This was all my fault, they were gone because of me.

Their blood ran along the floor, pooling around me as my skin stained red. The substance almost burning my skin as my stomach clenched in pain, my chest aching as I screamed for my brothers. My dead brothers.

The chains pulled me down, heavy on my body as I tugged at the metal. My skin burned with the friction as my brothers blood stung my wounds.

"Don't leave me!" I begged, my body crumbling as all the energy drained from my aching limbs. My hand outstretched in hopes one of them would grab me, come back to life and be with me. The only people I loved all dead as emptiness filled the dark void within me.

"Please," I whimpered as I squeezed my burning eyes shut to stop the pain.

"Treasure," his voice was a mere whisper through the darkness as my eyes snapped open, frantically searching for the voice. My Darien.

"Treasure," my heart pounded, hope consuming my broken body as I desperately searched with tired eyes. Searching for the man I loved as I pulled at the chains.

"Darien!" I screamed, my voice broken and rough as I begged for him to come to me; to save me. To save my dead brothers.

"Treasure," his voice was firm as he appeared over the twins, his face menacing as I swallowed the lump in my throat. He styled the same clothes from the beach house, blood staining his top where he had been shot as I cried out for him in desperation.

"Please," I whimpered, watching the blood run down from his chest.

"I'm already dead, treasure," he smirked, blood staining his teeth as a stream ran out his mouth. Covering his chin before dripping to the floor as I screamed in horror.

Stalking towards me I reached for him, desperate to hold him one last time; my love.

Falling to his knees in front of me his blood dripped into the pool I was sitting in, adding to the mixture of my loved ones dead souls.

Reaching out my hand quickly I touched his face, the stubble rubbing against my skin as I cried in relief. My Darien wasn't dead.

"Darien," pressing his hand to my neck my skin prickled with his touch, disgust filling my stomach as he dug his nails into my skin. Piercing me as I let out a scream of pain.

"I'm already dead, treasure," he mocked, his beautiful blue eyes going lifeless as his hand gripped onto my neck, cutting off my air supply as I watched in horror.

His lifeless eyes turned light before they turned green, his face morphing as Peter stared at me, his face inches from my own as his breath rubbed against my wet skin.

"But I'm not, treasure," he smirked as he pushed my body to the blood covered ground as I screamed in defeat.

"I killed them all," he laughed evilly before his hands pushed up the t-shirt Antonio had gave me to wear leaving me exposed to him once again.

"I'm going to take you in front of your dead brothers," he taunted as my eyes met those of Donatellos cold ones, fear piercing me as the sound of his zip echoed in the dimly lit room.

Screaming I bolted upright, the warm outdoor air burning my skin as the twigs and stones beneath me dug into my skin.

The forest surrounded me as I panted for air, clutching my chest in fright as I brought my knees to my face. Rocking back and forward on the muddy forest floor as tears fell down my cheeks. It was a dream. A dream that felt so real, so painful.

I clutched onto Antonios shirt that was now covered in mud, praying that he was still alive. I never had a chance to thank him for saving me, for thank him for everything he had done for me before he pushed me out the back door with the demand to run for the forest.

The gun fire terrified me, not the noise but the death.

I wanted to stay, I begged him to give me a gun as he pushed me from the house. He had stated on our way down the stairs that me being there would cause more danger to my brothers than me running so I ran. I ran in hopes my brother would be alive.

I ran with the thought that I wasn't going to be a distraction, that this was what my brothers would of wanted but as I lay on the ground shivering despite the blistering heat covered in dirt and tears I wouldn't forgive myself if they were killed trying to protect me.

I had been overjoyed to hear the gunfire, ecstatic when Antonio confirmed that my brothers were in fact here. Now though all I felt was guilt as my stomach turned in distress, I had put them into danger. Everything that happened was my fault. I was the reason my Darien was dead and I was the reason my brothers had put themselves into danger to save me.

My mother was right, I was a complete and utter fuck up.

My body still trembled from the horrendous dream as I pushed myself to my feet, ignoring the ache in my body as I took in the surroundings. Trees surrounded me in every direction, my mind completely confused as everything looked different under the sunlight, less terrifying than the dark forest at night.

My feet moved before I even thought about where I was going, my body moved in the direction I had ran from last night as I tried to imagine every step I had took. I didn't know how long I had ran last night but it felt like hours, hours that my brain shut down and my legs took over.

They should have came and found me by now, took me home with them to continue our lives peacefully without Peter but they hadn't came.

My throat was dry as my stomach cramped with hunger, my muscles screamed at me to stop as I pushed myself through the forest in hope to find my brothers, to find them alive and breathing.

I hesitated as I reached the edge of the forest line before breaking through the trees only to turn and quickly sprint back into the forest as my aching feet pounded against the ground. At least five of them were hot on my tail as I ran, my body tired as my chest ached with the need for oxygen.

"You're a fucking idiot!" my mind screamed as I fought with the last of my energy to run, to escape the men chasing me. The men that my brothers should of killed.

They were still alive, did that mean? Falling to the ground a sob left my lips at the horrific realization that the dream may be true, that my brothers had been outnumbered and murdered.

Pushing myself to my feet I continued to run, their heavy footsteps a reminder of the danger I was in as my legs felt numb beneath me. The cuts from the twigs and rocks not bothering me as I left a bloody trail with my feet.

A warning shot fired through the air as I screamed in fright, jumping behind a tree in cover as I continued to hold the knife Antionio had gave me. The knife I had clutched onto all night.

"Come out or we will shoot you," a gruff voice sounded through the forest as I pressed my back hard against the tree, holding my hand to my mouth to stop the gasping for breath to be audible to the men.

"Your brothers killed quite a lot of us," grasping my knife tears fell from my eyes at the thought of my brothers being killed.

"Peter only wants to see you, you done quite a number on him," my blood ran cold, I should of caught on by now. Peter was still alive, my brothers never got to him. He wasn't dead. My brothers?

"Go fuck yourself," I spat before I took off running again, my knife at the ready to strike as I ran through the trees.

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Exams have took over my life so unfortunately this is all I have time to write just now. I hope you all enjoyed it.

If you haven't noticed I brought out a one shot book full of smut if anyone is interested .. :)

Update should be soon.