Disclaimer: I don't own the turtles
Darkness.
It surrounded him in tendrils. The menacing pitch black loomed over him dangerously. He spun around looking for someone or something. The back of his neck tingled putting him on edge. Someone or something was watching him.
He heard voices in the distance. The low rumbling of drums beat in sync with them. His heart beat the rhythm of panic and fear.
"Leave me alone!" He called out. His voice sounded pathetic, shaking with each word.
In a paniced fenzy he began running. The voices were getting closer.
Then he fell. The darkness pulled him down, devouring him with its greedy fingers. He whimpered and looked behind him. Only darkness stared back.
The voices in the distant were getting louder by the second.
"Mikey…"
"Mike…"
"Mikey…"
Mikey managed to push himself to his feet. He spun in circles, trying to find where the voices were coming from. They put him on edge. He knew them.
"Mikey…"
"Mike…"
"Mikey…"
They were getting louder along with his heartbeat.
"Mikey! Pay attention!"
"Shutup Mike!"
"Mikey leave me alone! I'm working!"
Louder and louder and louder. He covered his ears but he could still hear them.
"Stop goofing off Mikey! This isn't the time to joke around! If you noticed you'd know we're trying to get something done here. This is training not play time. Why can't you, for once in your life, try to focus?"
Tears stung his eyes.
"Would ya shut your mouth for one minute?! No one can think with ya flappin' your jaw all the time Mike! Some of us do like ta think once in a while, not that your know what thinking is."
Mikey closed his eyes and clench his fists.
"What the shell! That is the fifth time this week Mikey! I can't keep fixing the TV remote all the time. You need to be more careful. Stop being so reckless."
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
Mikey opened his eyes.
Now he was in a room that was dimmly lit with candles. It was still hard to see much of anything. Mikey heard footsteps behind him and turned around slowly. When he saw the figure he took a step back in terror. Fear erupted inside of him.
Deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale.
"No…"
"Oh yes." The Shredder laughed. "I've only come to give you what is yours."
He held up his arm, proudly clenching three colored masks in his hand. Red, purple, and blue.
"No!" Anger exploded deep within Mikey. "What did you do?"
Shredder merely laughed. He threw the masks at Mikey. "It wasn't my doing."
Mikey swiftly caught them and gasped in horror when he saw his hands.
Thick red blood coated his hands and arms in ugly splatters.
"No…"
Laughter erupted from Shredder.
Mikey's eyes shot open."No!"
Inhale. Exhale.
Panic siezed him and his chest tightened.
Inhale…
He couldn't breathe.