A/N: I'm baaack! With Time Warp finished, I had time to work on the other ideas I had. Unfortunately, I had so many ideas that I didn't know which one to work on first, so I worked on none of them, and nothing got done. So…I went back to doing my favorite – one shots! Turtles are about twelve, I guess, but it doesn't matter much.
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I ran breathlessly through the lair. He had been after me for almost ten minutes. Why me? I silently pleaded to myself, Why couldn't he go for the others?
I knew then and there that I had just had a very selfish thought, but it didn't matter to me at the moment. My animal instincts were kicking in, telling me to get the hell away from him.
I wondered not for the first time, how I had gotten myself into this. It seemed I was always the one getting into trouble. Me, me me. Always me. And my brothers always had to come to my rescue. Not today though. I no longer had brothers to watch my back…they were gone. And it was my fault.
Smack, smack, smack…I could hear his feet behind me on the cement floor of our home, and I cursed the creative layout. Why did we have to put skateboard ramps in the middle of the floor? Why? I dodged said ramp and continued running. Maybe I could make it for the door….no such luck.
My antagonist leapt in front of me with a well-executed flip, blocking the door from me. All hope went down the drain, and I immediately changed direction. I wished I had practiced just a little bit more this morning. Maybe now I wouldn't be so winded. But you can't turn back time. It was too late, and I was paying for it.
I wondered if I could make a grab for the fire escape ladder and pull myself into my room, slamming the door behind me to bar my enemy from his chase. I grabbed – and missed. I continued running.
Sensei's door loomed in front of me, and hope burst through my body. If I could get to Splinter, he would protect me, I knew he would! Splinter protected us from everything, all evil in the world. I was surprised that Splinter hadn't heard the commotion and stepped out to see what was going on, but I assumed he was too deep in his meditation. For once I wished he wasn't so good at it, so he would be able to hear my predicament.
It was a good twenty feet away…ten feet away. A burst of speed ripped through me. Five feet…three feet….
Suddenly I felt a hand on my shell, pulling, I was falling. And then I was on the ground. I was a goner.
I opened my eyes and looked up into the face of Raphael. He grinned. "You're it, Mikey." Darn!
I got to my feet and chased after him.
The End.
A/N: Just something that randomly popped into my mind tonight…I was almost always "It" when we played tag in my childhood. I just couldn't seem to run fast enough…anyway, review please.