A/N: Hey there! I was given a task in school: write a short story which is exactly 400 words long. And then an idea popped out of my head. I decided to try and write short stories involving the turtles' life. I'm still working on my other story, just slowly. I'm having problems with the translation (my damn difficult writing style...) Never mind. I hope you'll like it. (I am open to any ideas.)

Summary: Mikey must run... run away from the enemy and survive.

Rated T for my own paranoia.

Since I do not speak English fully fluently, if I make mistakes, let me know. [:

I do not own TMNT or its characters.

Run!

Come on, run! Go! He told himself constantly. Don't stop! The enemy was close behind. He had no chance, only to run. He led all the force into his legs, there was only thing in his mind, to escape. He was a brave warrior, though, his pursuers were outnumbered. His energy levels were reduced to a minimum, his body was decorated with lots of scratches and bruises from which hot blood leaked. His brow sweated, his legs buckled sometimes, and his clothes bathed in dirt. His heart pounded rapidly in his chest and he gasped as if he hadn't breathed at least for several hours. But he couldn't give up. His will carried him forward.

His foot occasionally jammed in protruding tree trunks, at this time he landed in the mud. With trembling hands he pushed himself up, and then began to run again, ignoring the taste of mud in his mouth. When those blue eyes looked back, he saw them. His pursuers, whose eyes glowed red, saliva dripped from their mouths. They thirsted for his blood. As if the sight would've been pumped strength into his weak body, doubling his speed, he ran on ahead. But where? He had no idea. There was only one thing he had in mind: escape.

After five very long minutes, the newcomer energy had also left his body. Now he was unable to run, just panicked. His lungs violently moved up and down as he struggled against the shortness of breath. He had to stop to take a hold of a moss-covered tree. He couldn't take it anymore. He was unable to do so. The enemy was on his heels… no… they caught up with him… They reached him…

The next moment he was on the ground. His vision misted, the world blurred in front of him. He could only see black spots and those bloodthirsty red eyes. Someone called his name. Was it possible that his exhaustion caused hallucinations? Was he crazy? Insane? Or… the enemy called him? No, no way. They just growled and dripped saliva onto his wounded chest. It was the end. They will kill him… oh God, the will kill him!

One breath… and another… eyes closed… rapid heartbeats… the end comes now… suddenly blackness.

GAME OVER

Mikey grasped the game console so firmly that his hands began sweating. The video game had sucked him into itself, again.

A/N: What do you think? Drop a line if you liked it. [:

~ GirlInASuit