A/N: Chapter 2! This might be a four chap. I have 17 pages of editing left to do and I usually have chapters 7 pages long, more or less. :D Italiced quote is from the last chapter.
"Huh? No bandages. It'll be fine. We have to get out of here." He stands and offers Raph a hand. "Can you stand? I'll carry your ass if I have too."
The walls start bleeding red from the ceiling with the consistency of blood. Mikey quickly pulls Raph away and over his shoulder. He runs away from the bloody walls as fast as he can, but the hall seems to be longer than he remembered.
"I can walk. ...I think." Raph objects to being carried, unaware of Mikey's fright.
"You've got to be kidding me. It must be in my head..." Mikey mutters, ignoring Raph, as he shakes his head. "Do I even have to say how much I hate this?"
A shadowed hand grabs Mike's ankle. Mikey screams and tries to pull away, careful not to drop his brother. The hand starts pulling him into the shadows and through the floor.
"What in tha hell is that?!" Raph yells as he notices the shadowed hand.
Mikey tosses Raph away from the danger. "Get away!" He yells as he tries in vain to free himself.
"Mikey!" Raph struggles to stand to help his brother.
"Just Go!" Mikey finds the floor is up to his chest now and he swallows, dryly, in fear.
"I ain't leaving ya, asshole!" Raph grabs Mike's hands and tries to pull him out.
The floor is now to his shoulder and Mikey winces at his wound. "S'not working... Maybe I'll just go to the bottom floor? Like Jumanji."
"What if it don't?" Raph asks.
Mikey gives him a real sad look as his chin starts to enter. "I..." Before he can finish, his mouth is covered.
"MIKEY!" Raph fights to get through the floor after his brother, but he can't.
Mikey screams as he falls through pitch black shadows. He tries to grab a hold of something, but meets nothing. "I don't believe that I can fly!" He yells. As he continues to fall, the fear begins to disappear. "... Do I just keep falling? This is like Spy kids. Lame. Where's my life flashing before my eyes? Will I die? Huh. I should have cracked more lame jokes. This sucks."
"They'll all be quiet now!" A harsh woman's voice exclaims.
"Wha-?" Mikey looks around at the dark. "Hey! Are you the bastard who possessed my brother?" Around him, he begins to hear someone sing a soft lullaby. Mikey stretches in his fall, kinda enjoying it. "Maybe this is what skydiving is like."
Suddenly, he falls in a pool of blood. He gags at the consistency. "Ugh, falling was better. So... gross..." He glances above the blood's surface as scenes of Mrs. Mallory killing her children. Mikey's eyes widen in horror and his body starts to shake. "Get off, Get off..." As the old woman dumps the bodies of her children into the pool of blood, they slowly begin to float towards Mikey. He screams and swims away from them, tears starting to build and he whimpers.
Mikey notices one of the kids looking too much like Raph. He starts to cry and holds bloodied hands to cover his eyes. "Please stop... I don't wanna see this..."
"Die. They all die now"
"No," he sobs. "Leave them alone."
The dead children grab Mikey's arms. "You will be next." They echo around him.
Mikey pulls away from them. "Get away from me! Raph!"
The one who looks like Raph smirks and makes his way over, holding Mrs. M's hatchet.
"R-Raph..." Mikey says as tears spill down his face. The hatchet slices towards his neck, but Mikey doesn't move. He waits for the inevitable to come…and it never does. He looks up to see the hatchet was blocked by a pair of sai.
"Mikey, get yer ass movin'!" Raph yells as he pushes the imposter back.
"R-Raph?" Mikey blinks at his brother.
Raph begins to cut down the zombie kids as well as he can. "Go!"
"LIke hell I will!" Mikey says as he goes to fight along his brother. "I didn't know you were down here! I wouldn't have given up then. Geez. Way to make an entrance. I was all ready to die and stuff too."
"I jus' got here, goofball," Raph cuts his brother off.
"I was thinking of my final joke! Now the epic joke is gone, thanks a lot," Mikey complains in turn.
"Save it fer later," Raph snaps back.
Mikey grins and bashes up a few more zombies, but Raph grabs his hand to run instead. "Where are we going?" Mikey asks as he runs after his brother's trail.
"I found an exit!" Raph yells back over his shoulder.
"Please let there be a large peanut butter bacon pizza on the other side! Maybe some jalapeños for flavor."
"I jus' want there not ta be any fuckin' ghosts!"
"A-fucking-men to that!"
As the two brothers reach the exit, Mrs. Mallory's ghost appears in front of them with her hatchet, blocking their escape to freedom.
"Why won't she leave us alone!" Mikey groans.
"No leaving the house! You're all grounded!" The ghost demands.
"Fuck you! Let's get out of here."
"Move outta tha way, bitch!" Raph yells at the ghost as Mikey tries to kick her away.
Michelangelo goes right through her and the hatchet comes down at his leg. "I hate children!"
Raph tries to punch her to get the same useless response. "Fuck! This ain't workin'!"
Mikey screams as the hatchet cuts through his leg. "I-I'll say. Ugh!" He limps away, holding his leg. "Watch it, Raph. That hatchet won't just go through it. It's real."
"I can see that. I fucking HATE ghosts!" Raph growls.
"There goes running." Mikey hisses as more blood spills out of his cut. "Oh shit... Did she seriously hit an artery? Fuuuuuuck me sideways. Or was it a vein? I don't remember. I need something to stop this. And a LOT of it."
The ghost drifts over as they talk, cackling evilly with her hatchet flashing towards them.
"Ain't much time. Just use our masks fer now." Raph takes his off to toss it to his brother before taking out his twin sai to at least try to block the hatchet.
Mikey ties the mask over his cut, but it quickly bleeds through. Even know he could feel himself starting to get light headed. "Raph..." he mumbles.
"Dammit!" Raphael backs over to him to throw him over his shoulder. "We're leavin' now! Ain't no ghost gonna fuckin' stop me!"
Mike's eyes get foggy and he nods, numbly. "Uh-huh.. 'M cold..."
"Don't fall asleep on me, got it?" Raph attempts to go around the ghost, giving her a wide berth.
"Don't... don't let 'em eat me..."
"I won't." Raph promises as he ducks a strike with the ghost's hatchet. The blade catches his shoulder ducks out of the exit he found. The exit reveals to lead to a backyard graveyard. Raph notices his brother slowly beginning to drift off so he, quickly, lets Mikey drop to the ground. "Stay awake!"
Mikey yelps as he hits the ground. "Asswipe..." He grips his leg and flinches at his burning shoulder. "Hard to sleep with you dropping me."
"Betta than dyin'."
Mikey grunts at that. "True..." He shakes head when his mind goes foggy. "'S hard though. Can't feel my leg."
"Lemme see it."
Mikey moves his hand to show the deep gash and still rapidly pooling blood. "'M'I gonna die?"
"No, yer not gonna die. I'll see if I can tie it up betta." He looks around the graveyard, collecting pine needles and blades of grass. "I'm gonna make my own needle and thread."
Mikey nods as he drifts off again.
Raph returns and splashes some water on him from the old pond. "Stay awake, dammit!"
"I'm tired though... You should just go. Not like I can move much anyways."
"Nope." Raphael uses a small amount of tree sap and then uses his impromptu needle and thread to bind the injury and the sap to keep it together even better. "That's only temporary..."
"Still can't move without opening it up..."
"'ll just carry ya. At least ya won't bleed no more."
"What if she comes back? If you end up as useless as me we'll both get killed."
"So? I ain't leavin' ya behind!"
Mikey frowns. "That's why I'm telling you to."
"Yer not tellin' me ta do that shit 'cuz I won't do it!"
Mikey crosses his arms, flinching with his shoulder. "It's either you go, or we both die."
"Then I'm going with both dyin'. And I'll make sure neitha' of us will."
"I can't have that, Raph."
"What do ya mean by that? Ya think I'm gonna let sum'thin' happen ta ya?"
Mikey shifts uncomfortably. "Kinda already has. Not that it's your fault. More like, you can't stop the ghosts."
"I can still keep you alive."
Mikey looks at him, sadly. "I can't have you dying because I was stupid and got hurt."
"I just won't die."
"Riiiiight. Like you're immortal. Uh-huh. And I just 'wont' bleed out when I move my leg. Easy."
"That ain't tha deal. We at least get a betta chance goin' togetha."
"I'll hold you back, and you know it."
"I don't care."
"Ugh. Fine. Whatever." Mikey crosses his arms and just sits there.
Around them, ghost children rise up from the graveyard behind Raph. Mikey struggles to get to one foot. "Get moving, Raph."
"What?" Raph turns to face the ghost kids and backs towards Mikey. "Awe fuck." The ghost kids point towards them.
"I could hop, I guess. Like a Retarded Kangaroo," Mikey says. Behind Mikey, Mrs. M holds her hatchet. When he notices her, he tries to hop away. "Come on!This is getting ridiculous."
"No walkin'!" Raph says as he quickly slings Mikey over his shoulder.
"I was hopping, actually."
"Does it look like I give a damn?"
"Just move," Mikey says as he holds on to his brother. Before they could get far, Mrs. M's hand becomes solid enough to yank Mikey off of Raph. "Raph!" Mike yells.
"Hey!" Raph whirls around and tries to grab him back. He just misses his brother's hand. "FUCK! Let him go!"
Mikey struggles in the grip, but his leg threatens to open up again. "Shit..."
"Don't move too much... I'll getcha!"
"RA-" Mikey yells as the ghost disappears into the shadows with him. When the shadows lessen, Mike finds himself in a small crevice. The carved rock cuts into his bare shin as he tries to move. It was too small to even spread his legs straight. "This sucks. No, it blows. I don't even like this position! At least let me stretch my legs! I look like a sissy now. I'm not scared of you! Stupid ghost hag!"
Nearby, he hears a young child crying. Mikey starts to wiggle to try to get around to the kid and that's when he notices one side of the crevice should allow him freedom…but it doesn't. The next thing he notices is the ghostly face of the child facing him. The space was so small, he noticed the shape of the child was peeking out from the same space he was occupying. Mikey shivers. "That's so wrong, dude."
"Shhhh, not allowed to talk." The hoarse whisper of the child teases his ears.
"Whatever."
"You talk and Mrs. M makes you stay in here longer." The little voice speaks, softly.
Mikey just shrugs, flinching and hissing at his shoulder.
"I talk a lot. I don't know how long I've been here."
Mikey raises an eye ridge at the little boy's ghostly face.
"Do you know how long it's been?" The boy asks.
Mikey sighs and shrugs. It was then Mikey notices the bones he was sharing the crevice with. He makes a disgusted look and starts to meditate.
"Are you here to play with me?" The child asks, but is ignored. The curious little boy looks into Mikey's head. He doesn't stay long before he's pushed out. The child begins to cry. "Mrs. M!"
The room grows cold in an instant. Somewhere in the distance, Mikey can hear footsteps. He shivers and tries to return to meditation. He barely gets anywhere in it before he is flown from the crevice. He tries to keep his cut leg from opening up as he hits the ground at the feet of a furious ghost.
"Little boys. I'll tears you apart. Then you will learn." The old Mrs. Mallory shrieks.
"Uh... Can I go home now? I'm just asking." Mikey asks the ghost.
"Home?"
"Uh, ya."
"You'll be going home soon, little boy!"
"I'm not little, bitch." Mike shoots back at the ghost. "If you actually fought me instead of being all ghosty, then I'd win." Cuts begin to slice into Mikey's flesh. He looks down at them, flinching slightly in pain. "Greaaaat. Now everybody will think that I'm emo. Thanks a lot."
"Time for the chopping block!" The old ghost says in her crinkled voice. She raises the hatchet and slams down on hi.
Mikey tries to avoid it, but finds he can't move. He cries out in pain as it slices into his shoulder. "Snotbuckets! Why the shoulder? Now both my arms hurt like a bitch!" Once again, he finds himself lightheaded. "Raph..." The ghost disappears as Mikey falls to his knees.
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