TMNT is not mine... not even today *sigh*


This day wasn't as the others in the calendar. This day was not ordinary. This day… was especial.

Especial… and terrifying.

"Hey Mikey, why so nervous?" Leo asked noticing his baby brother was a little too jumpy today… and full of amulets.

"Dude, do you know what day is today?" Mikey said almost whispering.

"Uhmm… nope?" Leo shrugged.

"IT'S FRIDAY 13TH!" Mikey yelled.

"So?" Leo said.

"So! This is the worse day EVER!" Mikey said hugging his amulets close to his chest.

"Oh c'mon, Mikey. Don't tell me you're superstitious. Friday 13th is like any other day" Leo chuckled.

"BUT WITH BACK LUCK INCLUDED!" Mikey yelled again. Leo snorted.

"Alright, I give. I'll show you nothing is wrong with Friday 13th. See that mirror?" Leo said pointing at the closest mirror in the wall.

"Yeah?" Mikey said a little confused. Leo grabbed the mirror and slammed it in the ground.

"WHAT THE SHELL?" Mikey yelled in fear.

"And there's more" Leo grinned making his way to a ladder.

"No, not under the ladder!" Mikey said terrified. Leo walked under the ladder to Mikey's distress.

"AHHHH! YOU'RE CURSED! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Mikey screamed and ran away with all his amulets.

"What's his problem?" Don asked from the lab.

"Friday 13th. I don't get it, why is people so scared of this day?" Leo said leaning on the lab's door's frame.

"Well, a particularly bad Friday the 13th occurred in the middle ages. On a Friday the 13th in 1306, King Philip of France arrested the revered Knights Templar and began torturing them, marking the occasion as a day of evil. There is a Biblical reference to the unlucky number 13. Judas, the apostle who betrayed Jesus, was the 13th guest to the Last Supper" Don read an article he found on internet.

"Wow… I didn't know that" Leo exclaimed coming close the the computer.

"And there's more: people are so afraid of this day that more than 80 percent of high-rises lack a 13th floor, many airports skip the 13th gate, hospitals and hotels regularly have no room number 13. On streets in Florence, Italy, the house between number 12 and 14 is addressed as 12 and a half. Many triskaidekaphobes, as those who fear the unlucky integer are known, point to the ill-fated mission to the moon, Apollo 13. And if you have 13 letters in your name, you will have the devil's luck: Jack the Ripper, Charles Manson, Jeffrey Dahmer, Theodore Bundy and Albert De Salvo all have 13 letters in their names" Don continued.

"O…k. That's scary" Leo shivered a little.

"But those are just coincidences and superstitions" Don shrugged. Leo stared at the computer's screen for awhile.

"Hmm… ok. I think I'll go to meditate. See ya, Don and thanks for the class" Leo waved and left the room.

"Yeah, you're welcome" Don said going back to his projects. In the dojo, Leo re-read the article on his mind… there was one thing that didn't let him meditate properly.

"Maybe I lost my mind but… D-o-n-a-t-e-l-l-o H-a-m-a-t-o… 15 letters" Leo said to himself.

"Hmmm… M-i-c-h-e-l-a-n-g-e-l-o H-a-m-a-t-o… 18 letters" Leo continued.

"L-e-o-n-a-r-d-o H-a-m-a-t-o… hmmm… 14 letters. Now… R-a-p-h-a-e-l H-a-m-a-t-o… 12 letters. Whew! That was close!" Leo exclaimed.

"What was close?" Raph asked in curiosity. Leo got up and walked to his brother's direction.

"Nothing, nothing. I'm only glad you don't have the devil's luck" Leo patted Raph's shoulder and left the dojo.

Raph stood there in the middle of the dojo… totally confused.

"What the shell?"

Yep. Definitely Friday 13th wasn't exactly an ordinary day after all.