Verge of Tangibility - Chapter One
Disclaimer: If I owned ninja turtles, fast forward would have never existed.
Warning: Turtles are close, and maybe some hints of slash, but that's mainly just so I can treat them like scary movie characters and make them split up like retards. o)
So. I love halloween. And to celebrate it, I wanted to write a story. Now, the problem with that is... well. I can do funny. I can do cynical. I can probably even do a little angsty. But creepy? I'm not a creepy person... really. I'm not. Stop looking at me like that. ...So bare with me here!
Too quiet; Too silent. Silence bribes the mind to wander. To wonder. To remember. Glass shatters against the wall. Someone screams. He frantically spins. Nothing. He still remains hidden. Weapon in hand, he cautiously continues to turn.
But what about him? Was he hurt? Scared? Alone? Bleeding? Dead? Rotting?
Spinning stops, but the room keeps spiraling. A table overturns. Dizziness prevents suitable action. Rather than stepping towards the source, he stumbles back. They catch him? No. He swings desperately; violently.
The world around him crashes and burns. But he is free once again. Glass flies. Another thud against the enclosing space. The room is shrinking? Is it harder to breathe?
Something white goes by in a flash. He strikes. Gasps for breath. Suffocating? He falls to his knees. No, he is shoved.
He can not fail. Stand up! At least crawl. He's depending on him. Shadows loom over him now. Something new. His hand is empty. They take his weapon. So he kicks back and feels the impact. He hears a screech behind him. The shadows start to circle. Like vultures waiting for dinner to die.
Standing is not an option. On his hands and knees, he tries to flee, to find the one desperately waiting for his assistance. Unable to breathe. Immobilized. Another scream. He is close.
Must get to him. Need to save him. Have to free him from this.
From them.
A thick liquid pours down his arm. Glass rains down from above. Blaring again. It is louder. Closer. So close. The wall is touching him now. Trapping him. No air. No space. So crowded.
They are doing this. The corrupt. The contaminated. And their degenerate master.
They know he knows.
Once they were his family. Now, his tormentors. Something heavy falls on the back of his shell and his plastron hits the floor.
Shadows engulf his trapped body. He is terrified. Pinned. Losing is not an option, though. He has to save him. Protect him. Be his shield against this sickness.
More screaming. Constantly now. Booming crashes take over and the sounds are deafening. He wants to cover his ears but uses his strength to move again instead.
Weight is off his back. Air finds its way back into his lungs. He does not move, but the room moves around him.
Darkness now. Something big takes out the light. Conscious, though. It was just the light. He feels the wall. The sturdy wall; his new found support. And he inches alongside his only friend.
Something brushes up against him. Someone. Reflective eyes stare through him. Hot breath clings to his flesh. He lands a solid punch, but to no avail. It did not budge.
Remaining calm is no longer an option. The light gave him some hope, but now it is gone. Nowhere to hide. He can not run. Something unavoidably awful is going to happen now. Because he knows this beast. And what it wants.
… He is watching … He is always watching … He is always waiting … Always whispering naughty things … It is his fault this is happening … It was always his fault … He makes him suffer … He forces this upon him… While he is watching…
