Verge of Tangibility - Chapter Nine
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...
No longer alone. The majority of his family is nothing more than slime and bones, but he still has him.
Now to plan. And plan. And plan. And capture the ghouls and make them pay. Kill them. Destroy them. Rip their false bodies to pieces and lay them in some abandoned sewer to feed insects and rodents.
Whoosh.
Click. Click. Click.
Light floods every crevasse of the room. A deafening roar of white noise assaults his ears. He ducks his head down, to protect it from the blinding lights and wailing machines. Area by area fills with sickening light.
Screaming. Now? Why now? Why is someone screaming? He opens his eyes in hopes to catch the perpetrator, but all he sees is white. Too much light.
Light causes the room to spin. It obeys them. And they want to confuse his bearings. But he spins with the room. To even it out. To the best of his ability.
Is he alright? Did they find him? Do they know he is now against them? No…
He jumps to locate him, but a table flies in his way. He crashes through it. More tricks. All of this light.
His ears bleed as the racket invades. He is more than half tempted to rip out his eyes to rid himself of the loss of focus. The lair's equipment churning back to life hurts, but it is the screaming tearing apart his sanity.
This would be a very bad time to lose his sanity.
Can not afford to lose his grasp of reality now, when he needs to save the only brother he has left.
He wills himself to his feet. Wonders how much of his skin is left after just this small amount of time in the light. So dangerous. He has to find shadow.
Find darkness. So that he can see. And find his brother in desperate need of him.
The screaming stops the moment he listens for its direction.
Maybe they shut him up. His throat slit. Or stomach gutted. Shell cracked open to reveal a tender and easily manipulated flesh. He can hear the swarms of insects now, crawling and slithering their way to the buffet that would have been his brother had he reacted faster.
His fist rams against something hard. It is an accident, but not the second time. It is hard to remain positive when listening to your only hope losing the struggle to live.
Another high-pitched wail. From behind him. No, to the side. Above? Where is it coming from?! He looks at his own body. Is .. he inside me?
The screaming comes from him. His brother is inside him. He has to get him out.
He claws at his own flesh without feeling it. His seared flesh rips effortlessly. The blood that still seeps underneath absolutely burns him. He flinches back at first, not expecting such a smoldering sensation.
He is going to burn alive, but maybe he can save his brother. The innocent one. Without remorse for his own body, he shreds himself. It must be working because the screaming is louder. He was getting closer.
The white noise abruptly ends. The brightness fades.
This time, it is not the lights.
