Oh My Sweet Biffy, I think I just got some of it in my mouth. Yea, that's right I just got sewer water in my mouth. Gag me with a spoon, the things I do for—well my only friend. You might have a few questions like just how in the world did I end up in the New York sewer system? Why am I drinking the water, and why in world am I doing this for a guy—mutant, who hasn't, even though he promised too, come back to visit me or at least let me know he really did exist. I promise you that there is a good explanation for all of this—I just don't know what it is right now. I guess I am just crazy or desperate, or a little bit from both columns. But what I DO know is that I have to do this. His life might depend on it; his entire family might depend on me right now. And I don't know where in the hell I am.
I know how this seems, really I do. But really I am not some kind of weird and creepy stalker chick. Ok I'll admit that I have been thinking about him a lot, and with in this week that I've met him I've probably had more dreams about—never mind. The point is is that I am not some crazy searching for his home--in the sewers--in the dead of night--talking to myself. Ok then, maybe I AM just a little crazy. But like I said before this may be life and death we're talking about, you see you remember that company I work—well work-ED for now I guess. Turns out they're evil. And I know, I know what conglomerate in this day in age ISN'T evil, but serious this one was more evil then most. I know this not because of the suspiciously great employee benefits package they gave me or because of the awesomely flexible work schedule—which in retrospect should have been the first red flags because I mean come on no company can be THAT good and be on the level at the same time. And you know, if I had never met Michelangelo I probably won't have—well 'stolen' confidential company files and made my way down the nearest manhole, but I did. And now that I do know him, even if maybe he had no intention of keeping promise to me about coming back—even if he was only pretending to like me so I wouldn't shove him out the window while he was injured...I can't work for a company that's planning on raiding, capturing, and killing my only friend and his family next Tuesday. It's just not kosher.
Jeeze, it's dark down here. I should have just waited till morning, maybe at least SOME light would have gotten down—what was that?!
Oh dear Gawd, something is moving ahead of me in this tunnel. Ok Janey-girl, back away a little, maybe be it's a hobo or crocodile...or big green turtle man? What was that sound? That couldn't possibly be what I think it was right? I mean who carries around knives in the New York sewer system? I certainly don't—although now I feel I should have been better prepared I mean this is New York after all. Oh Gawd, he's running for me I can tell! What do I do?! Should I run? Should I scream, should I squeal like a little girl and curl up in a ball hoping the end is swift and merciful?
Why has everything gone really quiet all of a sudden? I KNOW he's here somewhere, it's like he just disappeared or something. Jeeze this is just great. I am not only lost in the sewers at NIGHT but now I am being taunted and scared half to death by either Michelangelo or one of his brothers...I should just forget about this, if thats him he obviously doesn't want to see me. He probably thinks I'm some kind of crazy stalker...and maybe he's right kind of, but you know what I came down here. Risked life and limb for him to get this disc, and damn it even if he doesn't want to see me he is going to get this disc. His wishes be damned I WILL save him! I'll just hold it up in the air and, "Michelangelo?" Ha! That caused a stir! Bet he didn't think I could tell it was him!...bastard. "I got this disk I think you should see it; it's about you and your family. I think you're going to be in trouble." Thats right just explain the disc Janie, don't break down crying and asking him where he's been. You are strong, like a rock or and eagle—or whatever that one song says. You are str—wait who's pressing on my neck and why is everything going bl--.
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Dedicated to Storm Seer, we've never met but her reveiw inspired AND reminded me to write more for this story.