Word count: 600
Genre: Suspense
Character: A religious fanatic
Material: A laser
Sentence: "I don't need any sleep."
Bonus: There is a great storm.
"Michelangelo!" He heard it. His big brother yelling out across the roaring storm and the old building they were held prisoner in. Was it Leo? Was it Donnie? "Michelangelo!" There it was again.
"Hey, chucklehead..." He heard a Brooklyn accent whisper to him from beside his and felt a gentle nudge. "Open your eyes."
"Head hurts... Head pounding..." He groaned as Raph hummed. Mikey kept his eyes shut and he squeezed them tighter. "Feel like I'm upside down..."
"That's because we are upside, smart one." Raph let out an unamused, sarcastic remark and that made Mikey open his eyes with a start.
They were upside down. They were wrapped, shoulders to knees, in chains and were dangling from the old haunted places ceiling. Looking at the ceiling, it looked like it had already begun to buckle under there joined weight so close together. Raph was still swinging from nudging Mikey and the ceiling was letting out large dust particles from the cracks to indicate it was just breaking some more. Wait, if it was so easy to break the ceiling why couldn't they escape?
Mikey looked below them and saw why. Six stories had lost their floors over the years and at the bottom was sharp and deadly looking debris. Mikey actually felt himself whimper as the moon's soft blue light did nothing to ease his mood. Or the lightning. And the pounding rain and thunder only made him more scared. He start to hyperventilate.
"Mikey, calm down." Raph hissed. But he made sure to stay in a whispering tone. "I'm here. Don' move and we'll both be okay. Dis place is only so big. Leo and Don'll find us..."
"Raphael!" They had gotten closer. Sorta. "Michelangelo!" Donnie must have broken a doors lock because a large thud somewhere sounded from it being kicked in. "Raphael!"
The voices were below... above... below, he was pretty sure, himself and Mikey looked into the hole. A large dust cloud showed on... one, two, three; the third floor. And he could hear Don and Leo clearly. Michelangelo looked to Raph and saw him shaking his head slightly. He made a disgruntled look of "why not?" when Raph moved his head into the rooms direction.
Mukey looked in front of him for the first time and was slightly surprised to see they had company. Or... maybe it was company? It looked like the man in the tattered robes was dead from how still and pale he was in the corner. His dull green eyes unmoving like his whole body. His chest wasn't moving... And his left hand had something gripped in it but Mikey couldn't see it.
"Raph, is he - ?" Before Mikey could finish the sentence, a loud bang was heard and Mikey felt himself jump in his chins. He looked around and saw the corpse like man had raised a gun at them. "Raph - ?!"
Another gunshot and this time, Mikey didn't speak again. He looked to Raph for support and saw Raph's jaw quivering, in fear or anger he'll never know. But Mikey was just glad Raph was unharmed... This madman...
"I might have set off warning shots, but I do thank you..." the near elderly voice said as he slowly stood up from his corner of the room. "I don't need to sleep. And you don't need to talk, children."
Raph would have said something rude if he hadn't noticed the voices along with Mikey. "Michelangelo! Raphael!" The voices were hysterics, the feet pounding hard. They were heading this way.
"Yes." The sadistic priest said as he cocked the gun. "Come here."
