Original Summary:

Our four turtle heroes are captured and put in a maze that will test their strength, agility, stamina, but most importantly their teamwork. This deadly labyrinth is set with all kinds of traps and obstacles that will have the turtles running for their lives. What happens when they split up? Who is behind it all? Will our heroes survive? MikeyCen. Rated M.


Mikey POV

Okay, one thing I'd like to know in my teenage mutated ninja turtle life is why the shell is almost everybody out to kills us? I'm pretty sure I don't carry a sign on the back of my shell saying "Here I am, you crazy psychotic inhuman disaster addicting wanna kill a turtle villains, come kill me"…unless Raph put one there. I mean I like life. I love life. Life is good. No, life is great. Being a ninja turtle has way far more advantages than a human. But as if traveling through space, multiple dimensions, and different worlds wasn't extreme enough for four teenage mutant ninja turtles and a mutated rat, fate had also decided to throw in the Shredder who can't be killed and then his adopted daughter out to try and decapitate us. An added bonus plus to our turtle life are the Purple Dragons and the Foot who always try to give us a run for our money. And because I know that the turtle luck is always true to form we've managed to get in between galaxy wars, which is a big no no, travel through the past and future, and manage to end up entering dark creepy monstrous underground and water cities.

Then there's the occasional "Monster Hunter" that ruins all of our vacations or the helpless that need our help but we still manage to get into more trouble than we bargained for. Everything is monster this or monster that. Well last time I checked I was green with a shell on my back. Not the average size no, but a talking turtle none the less. For some reason, which I owe my life to, we always make it out of our horrible situations alive. I am the Battle Nexus Champion after all but we've been in some hopeless circumstances. I mean I can't always carry the team you know! I guess what I'm trying to get at is the fact that this time we've ended up in our worst situation yet and I don't know if "this time" is gonna let us escape in one piece or at all. We're in some deep shi-

And the story begins…


Normal POV. The Beginning.

It was an hour into the four turtles night patrol shift when it happened.

Darts, eight of them, two to bring one turtle down. Why hadn't any of them sensed it we don't know. You would have guessed that the turtles had learned their lesson that midnight patrols never go without a fight and can be very dangerous, but they can't always fight off trouble. Anyways, Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo have gotten themselves captured and thrown into some kind of prison cell block. The cell was located in some half darken hallway that held nine similar cells making a total of five of them lined up, across from one another. Although despite the other blocks, the turtles were alone.

The air was cold, making the cemented walls and floors colder. The bars looked brand new and unbreakable as ever. But that wouldn't stop the turtles from trying to break out.

Leonardo was the first to wake up, as he was the first target to be darted like always. He didn't dare to move until he looked at his surroundings but his massive headache kept him from opening his eyes. His face scrunched up in pain and he waited a good few minutes before he slowly lifted his eyes lids.

"What the shell..." He managed to choke out in a small whisper. The first thing he saw was the cemented ceiling glaring at him from above. He then looked to his right and left, finding his brothers sprawled out across the floor, some in uncomfortable positions. Leo looked back up at the ceiling again and scowled at it for awhile trying to remember what happened.

We…we were darted. There's...no way I wouldn't have sensed them. Must have been long ranged. Damnit.

Leonardo slowly sat up, using his elbows to help support his motion. He closed his eyes again, pinched his nose bridge and then counted to ten. He felt like his blood had been replaced with lead and that he was a magnet which couldn't move easily off of a metal plane. He managed to get onto all fours and crawled over to Raphael who was closest to him.

Raph's head had been rested against one of the walls while his body laid flat on the ground, making his position a sight for sore eyes.

He's going to be stiff as shell when he wakes up, Leo thought, and then he's going to be pissed.

If it wasn't for the repeating pattern of his chest rising and falling, Leo might have assumed the worst. He sat on his knees and gently pick up his younger brother's neck and head to lay it flat on the floor like the rest of his body. Not even a minute later did the red bandanna turtle groan, announcing his consciousness.

"Raph?" Leo asked; his voice hoarse from the lack of saliva and water. The older turtle put a hand on Raphael's forehead, delicately messaging it, knowing what pain was to come.

Raph, like Leo, scrunched his face up in pain but managed to open his eyes after hearing his brother call out to him.

"Leo?" He whispered, not yet trusting his voice.

"Yeah bro, I'm here. Are you okay?"

"Besides the headache, I'm fine fer now."

Raphael slowly sat up with help from his brother and took in his surroundings. He cleared his voice a little before speaking again.

"Mikey? Don?" He asked.

Leo looked away from him and glanced at his unconscious brothers.

"They're here too but still knocked out." Leo looked back at Raph and sighed.

"You okay bro?"

"Yeah, I just wished we knew where the shell we are."

Raph nodded and started to crack his neck. Since when did a nightly run turn him into a potato? He worked out every day so there's no way even a fight could do this to him.

"Why the shell am I so sore?" He asked as he did a couple of shoulder rolls and craned his neck from right to left, up and down.

Leo managed to crack a small smile. "You ended up in an awkward position. I just moved you before you woke up."

"Thanks…I guess. Too bad it didn't help much." His brother said, a little unsure of what kind of "awkward position" Leo meant. It could have been anything. ANY-THING. Raph started to think a little too much of it and found himself shaking his head.

Leo stood up and offered his hand to Raph who took it and pulled himself up. As soon as he steadied his younger brother, the katana wielder walked on over to the second youngest turtle who was in the far right corner of the cell, lying on his side with his front facing the wall. "Go try to wake up Mikey. The faster we can get out of here the better."

"I hear ya." Raph's rough voice said. He walked over to his youngest brother, stretching his arms on the way and knelt on the floor beside the prankster.

Michelangelo was at the front of the cell, his face kind of smashed up against the bars as his shell faced Raph. He looked a little paler than usual but Raph had convinced himself that it was just the awful lighting. He carefully rolled his younger brother onto his back and slightly shook him. The scene of his unconscious brother made him nauseous, not being able to think what damage he would do if his brother was hurt further than the eye saw. Raphael already knew his older brother could take care of himself and so he always had a soft spot for his younger brothers but an even softer one for Michelangelo.

"Hey Donnie, wake up bro." Raphael could hear Leonardo say.

"Donnie? Hey Don. Come on bro, wake up." Leo kept repeating but it was no use. He glanced up at Raph wondering if he was having better luck.

Raph returned his glance and said, "Ya know, if we can't wake Mike from his sleepin' then it's gonna be harda ta wake em' up when he's completely unconscious. "

The corner of Leo's mouth twitch up, threatening to smile again. He knew exactly what the hothead meant. Trying to wake Mikey up is like trying to beat Master Splinter in a spar. Thinking of his Master now, Leo had wondered what Splinter would do. Sure enough by now he had to be worried about them. How long had it been? Hours? Days? Weeks even? Their shell cells had been taken away and they had no other tracking device on them. Maybe he should tell Donnie to make one for their bandannas. They seem to keep them a lot more often than anything else.

Suddenly Donnie's eyes shot wide open and he sat up as fast as he could. Bad idea. Leo caught him half way up and gently pushed him back down.

"Easy there Don. The fluid we were injected with is not exactly going to cooperate with your head."

Donnie nodded showing he understood as the headache of doom took over his mind.

"What happened?" He asked looking up at the oldest.

"I don't know all the details yet but as far as I can tell, it's just the average turtle napping scenario. We were darted, and then put in this cell. Raph and I only woke up about fifteen to twenty minutes ago. I haven't seen or heard anybody yet." Leo explained glancing over at Raph again who was still trying to wake up Mikey. A frown had formed upon his face seeming to think it's been a little too long for his youngest brother to stay unconscious.

Donatello again nodded and carefully sat up this time giving his oldest brother's concerned look a small smile of reassurance.

"Where's Mikey?" He asked looking around the room for the orange bandanna turtle. He found his two other brothers across the cell, first glancing at Michelangelo and then at Raphael.

"How you doin' brainiac?" Raph asked, smirking. His gruff New York accent helps cover up the concern he held but Donnie could still see it in his eyes.

"I'm alright. I'm sure everybody is experiencing the headaches right now." He smiled.

"You would be right. Can you stand?" Leo asked, standing up himself.

"Yeah." Don took Leo's hand and was pulled up like Raph and they both made their way over to the remaining two turtles on the floor. Raph had sat with his legs stretched out and moved his younger brother's head onto his lap for the remaining time he was to be deemed unconscious.

Donnie took an interest in the bars they were kept behind. He tested them, hitting it a couple of times and decided…

"It's no use. Not even our weapons would be able to break through the bars."

Raph growled, not liking their position but remained where he was at, careful not to disturb the still sleeping turtle.

"Somebody's gonna pay. I'll be sure of it. Who da' shell you think is behin' it all?" He asked, looking up to Leo and Donnie who had stood around him.

"I'm not sure. It can't be the Shredder or Karai, it's not their kind of fighting technique. Their more or less straight forward when they want us dead. Shredder doesn't have the patience regardless. Hun works for the Shredder so he's out. Bishop's dead and Stockman doesn't even have a body. I pretty sure it's a new guy."

"New, old, ugly, fat, it doesn't matta'. They're dead." Raph forcefully stated. Leo rolled his eyes but agreed.

"I told you the alien species would eventually come after us."

There was only one turtle that would believe in such a theory as he believed that eventually every kind of species would try hunting him down. Where did he come up with such a crazy idea? The comic books of course. As well as the Sci-Fi channel, horror films, and Stephan King books. With such a wild imagination, he was doomed to believe that even Brittney Spears would eventually attack him and shave off his hair if he had any. His brothers should consider themselves lucky that his imagination is stuck on the alien idea.

"Gee Raph, what fat thighs you've got."

"Shut it knucklehead before I knocked ya back into dat' dream world of yours." Raph threatened. He was all talk but his actions spoke differently. He let go a sigh of relief, content that Mikey was okay enough to start making jokes right off the bat. He helped the younger turtle sit up keeping his arm against Mikey's shell in case he felt queasy enough to fall back down.

"Mikey, are you okay? Besides the headache?" Don asked going into doctor mode.

"Uhh what about the wrist ache?" Mikey asked as he was pulled up from under his arms by his elder brothers.

"Wrist ache? Your wrist hurts?" Don looked at both of Mikey's wrists determining which one was the victim.

"Hence the word wrist ache bro. What the shell happened?" Leo began to tell the short story while Don grabbed a hold of Mike's left wrist noticing that it was not only changing colors but swelling too.

"So like, this is the part where we wait in suspense only to find out were gonna die one by one, all alone! And you wanna know what?"

"No."

"The funny good looking guy always goes first!" Mikey shouted hysterically, taking his injured wrist from Don, who was none too happy, and flailed his arms around.

"Well it's a good thing you're none of those things."

"Oh ha ha. Humor the poor injured baby turtle Raph." Mikey said playfully. He pretended to pout, crossing his arms and pushed out his lower lip.

"You'll be fine Mikey. It's just a sprain. I'd wrap it but I don't have any supplies so try not to move it too much okay?"

"Sure thing Doc but if it'll need amplification then you're going down with me dude." Mikey said.

"Don't use big words Mike, you'll only hurt yourself."

"Hey-"

"Shut up, somebody's coming. Be on your guard." Leo announced.

All four turtles waited for the footsteps that kept coming closer. Everyone was tense and rigid, filled with anger or in Mikey's condition, fear. The lighting made it impossible to make out who had stopped in front of their cell for he or she remained in the shadows. The turtles only saw a pair of dark gloves reach and set something down.

"Who the shell are ya? What do you want with us ya bozo?" Raph yelled and grabbed the bars of the cell. He tried shaking it as if it would magically break off but it was all he could do since he wasn't able to reach the guy in front and strangle him to death.

Leo let his younger brother's rant go, he too, being upset and wanting answers.

The strange person walked away leaving the turtles confused.

"Im gonna kill ya, ya hear me?" Raph yelled.

"Let it go, he's gone." Leo said. He watched his angered brother punch the wall before speaking again. "We'll get out of here, we just need a plan."

"Leo, Raph, look." Donnie said, squatting down and reaching outward to grab what had been set down.

"Water bottles?" Mikey asked. "How bout' some freaking food dude! We like to eat too you know!" Mikey yelled out. What did he care about water? He hardly ever drank it. He wanted soda and pizza for crying out loud but he knew he couldn't get room service. Donnie smiled a little. Of course even despite the fact that they had been locked up in a cell for who knows how long with torturing headaches, Mikey would be thinking of food.

"There's a note."

After Donnie had managed to drag in all eight water bottles, Leo picked up the one that had a piece of paper attached to it.

It read,

Drink up freaks; you're going to need it.

"Yeah, I blame Raph."


So I'm trying out this new story, it's going to be Mikey centric/POV and partly Raph centric. I'll do the others if you guys want too. The summary is what this story is about so please review and tell me what you think! It's highly appreciated!

-Mikeysgurl916

I do not own TMNT or any characters at all. I will say this only one time.