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Chapter Eleven: Bad Trips Part 2
"Dudette, you should really slow down on the tequila! You can't even walk a straight line!" Michelangelo said, responsibly taking Tiger's drinking cup from her grasp and setting it down on the table behind him to his buzzed crush's dismay.
Tiger just giggled.
"Oh, my gosh, Mikey, chillax! I feel so amazing!" Tiger exclaimed, jumping into Michelangelo's arms in their signature hug.
"Mikey, you haven't even tried tequila before! You've been gingerly sipping on cutsie drinks like Shirley Temples, pina coladas, and champagne!" Tiger teased, trailing love bites down Michelangelo's neck which took him aback tremendously. He broke the embrace and gently pushed her a safe distance from him.
Michelangelo adored Tiger. He had the hugest crush on her since the day he had met her and wanted nothing more for her to kiss him or trail love bites down his neck, but she was buzzed and he didn't want to take advantage of her or enable her to kiss him if it turned out that she didn't like him that way and only kissed him because she had a little too much to drink. Michelangelo knew he would be hurt, if that was the case.
Tiger's bright smile fell. She looked at Michelangelo with concern from having pushed her away from him.
"You alright, Mikey?!" She asked.
"Yeah, I'm alright, dudette!" Michelangelo tried to assure her, but she didn't believe him.
"Mikey…!" Tiger began almost in a confessing tone, but was quickly cut off when she saw Amanda behind Michelangelo.
Realizing that Tiger was suddenly distracted by something behind him, he turned around only to come face to face with his crush's ex-best-friend.
"Oh, sorry, kids! Just passing through!" Amanda chuckled with a mischievous smirk on her face, mostly directed at Tiger. She quickly hurried away.
Michelangelo turned back to Tiger in time for her to stumble into his arms once again.
"Are you alright, dudette?!" Michelangelo gasped.
"I just suddenly became light-headed, that's all, Mike!" Tiger replied, quickly recovering and somehow becoming squirrely again.
"What were you gonna say?" Michelangelo asked curiously.
"Never mind! I feel like dancing!" Tiger exclaimed. "Let's go dance, Mikey! I want to dance in front of everyone in the house!"
"Oh… alright." Michelangelo agreed nervously.
As Tiger quickly ran off to go change the song, Michelangelo turned to look down at Tiger's half-full cup of tequila resting behind him.
"I'm gonna need a stronger drink before I do this." Michelangelo said to himself, picking up the cup and downing whatever was left of the substance, burning his throat as it trickled down to his stomach and making it feel warm inside.
"Ugh, that's nasty!" Michelangelo cried, tossing the empty cup aside. He felt like he was going to throw up. It was beyond him how his older, rebellious, alcoholic brother could pound down more than what he just had on a daily basis.
Tiger raced back to Michelangelo, taking hold of his hand and pulling him into the dinning room, which was open for everyone to see. The song that Tiger had put on was Michael Jackson's "Thriller", putting Michelangelo's anxiety at ease a little bit for performing in front of hundreds of kids he barely knew. He knew how to dance to the song, because he did so every Halloween.
Michelangelo and Tiger got up on the dinner table just like Amanda had earlier, and began performing the jerky movements to the King of Pop's classic Halloween anthem. Everyone gathered around to watch them, clapping their hands in time to the beat enthusiastically as they watched.
Suddenly, Michelangelo felt really dizzy and almost in a blink of an eye, Tiger disappeared. Tiger wasn't dancing alongside him anymore. It was… Michael Jackson?
"Hey, Mikey!" The King of Pop squeaked as he energetically busted the moves to his hit.
Michelangelo stopped dancing and gingerly gave a little wave to Michael.
"Uh… Where's Tiger?!" Michelangelo asked him. He was so confused and even a little afraid. He had absolutely no idea what was going on.
"Oh, over there!" Michael piped up, pointing in the direction of the crowd.
Michelangelo turned his head only for his baby blues to be met with an audience of hundreds of zombies dressed up in filthy, torn, and dishevelled costumes. They were all decaying and had the ugliest grimaces on their deformed, sunken, peeling, and clawed up countenances. Their eyes glowed with an evil red.
Looking deeper into the crowd of living dead, Michelangelo could finally see Tiger. Her pink cheerleading uniform was caked in mud with a large, Freddy Krueger-like slash on her midsection, dripping with crimson blood onto the floor from the wound. The little bits of flesh she still had on her were light blue, the rest of her being a skeleton. Her fiery red pigtails were dishevelled, one lop-siding on the right side of her head. Her green eyes were dull with death and her smile was all wrong. It was eerie and shining bright with a kind of evil glow out of this world.
Michelangelo began to cry.
"Oh, my god, Tiger!"
"Welcome to thriller night, Michelangelo!" Michelangelo could hear the eerie tone of Michael beside him. Slowly turning his head, his neck muscles tense with fear, he saw that it was no longer the King of Pop beside him, but a giant werewolf. It was twilight black and scraggly with glowing, neon green eyes and sharp fangs dripping with blood.
Michelangelo allowed a girlie scream to escape his lips as the werewolf and colony of zombies jumped at him, hungry and ready to feast upon him.
Leonardo's enjoyment of his champagne was cut short when he heard the blood-curling scream of his younger brother in the dining room.
"Mikey, I'm coming!" He shouted, tossing his champagne aside and acting on impact, leaping from his spot on the couch beside Isabelle, his vision suddenly popping with purple spots and his head whirring dizzily, he rounded the corner.
"What the shell?!" He gasped, his amber hues viewing a purple sky dotted with stars landscaping instead of Tiger's dining room. He saw his younger brothers huddled together on a stony ground. They were tied up and scared out of their wits.
"Oh, my god, guys, are you alright?!" Leonardo exclaimed, racing over to his brothers to untie them. "What the shell happened?!"
Leonardo was terrified. How did such an innocent Halloween party turn to this?
"It's the Shredder, Leo! He got us! We fell asleep and he got us!" Donatello shrieked hysterically.
"What do you mean the Shredder got you?! We were at a party and you guys weren't sleeping! Where's Tiger and Aaron and all the rest of them?!" Leonardo demanded all at once.
"Stap tryin' to make excuses for yaself, Fearless! Dere was no party or Aaron or whatever her name is – Tigger! Ya turned ya back on us and the Shredder got us!" Raphael shouted in his other brother's face, taking Leonardo aback in the most overwhelming way imaginable.
"Raph… I-I didn't know…" Leonardo replied distraughtly.
What the shell is going on? He thought to himself.
"Leo, look out!" Michelangelo suddenly screamed.
Leonardo whipped around only to have a large sword pinned against his neck by whom only than… The Shredder. Surrounding them was the Foot Clan in their nylon, black fighting attire, and Karai. She glowered and chuckled evilly behind Shredder.
"I finally got you and your worthless brothers after all these years, Leonardo." Shredder boomed heavily from beneath his armour.
Leonardo began to cry. This was how it all ended – all because he failed his family as a leader, a son, and a brother…
The Shredder took his sword back and treaded it forward through the air with a whoosh like a calm breeze, decapitating Leonardo, blanketing his world into darkness, into nothing, leaving his brothers to cry and scream as they all knew what was coming next for them.
Raphael was outside napping in the family's black jeep, drunk and exhausted… until he felt an itchy sensation crawling on his right hand, summoning him awake.
"What the…?" Raphael groggily exclaimed, looking down at his hand.
"Oh, shit!" He shouted the second he saw a large, black spider the size of a grape making its way up his index finger, its pointy legs tickling his skin.
Raphael was terrified of bugs – bugs of all different kinds, even butterflies and dragonflies. He had been since he was little. Donatello always said that he had entomophobia.
"Ya lil' fuckin' bastard!" Raphael screamed at it, whipping his hand back and forth until the spider fell to the floor of the jeep. Almost as if it were seeking retaliation, the spider quickly began to crawl over to Raphael's foot.
"I don't fuckin' think so!" Raphael shouted, stomping his foot down hard onto the spider's body, crushing and killing it.
"Have fun in spider heaven." He chuckled to himself softly, panting hard from the excitement.
Just then, dozens and dozens of spiders began crawling unexpectedly from everywhere in the jeep. They crawled out of the steering wheel, the dashboard, and the seats. They all began to swarm Raphael's lap and shoulders.
Screaming his head off, Raphael lunged from the jeep and began hitting himself, desperate to try and get all the spiders off of him, the tickling sensation from their legs irritating him, sending cold shudders down his spine and making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
"Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my fuckin' god! They're everywhere!" Raphael hollered at the top of his lungs, making them hoarse and ache.
Almost as if it were all a just a nightmare, the spiders suddenly disappeared. They were no longer infesting the jeep and creeping over Raphael's body.
Raphael began to chuckle nervously, quickly evolving into a bellowing laughter as he slowly backed his way from the jeep.
"Calm yaself, Raphael… It was all just a really, really, really stupid, bad dream…" Raphael said to himself in an attempt to try and calm his heavy panting and racing heart. "I should stap drinkin' so much… It's startin' to get ta me…"
Raphael backed his way into something thin and sticky. He jumped and whipped his head around, only to realize that he was caught in a giant spider's web.
He began twirling himself around in a panicking state, an action which proved to be fatal when he stupidly got himself spun deeper into the web. It heaved him up high into a tree.
"Help meh! Somebody help meh!" He called to Tiger's home which was still alive with ongoing partiers who didn't seem to notice him caught in a spider's web up in a tree.
Looking down, Raphael saw that the jeep was festered once again with thousands of spiders. They were blanketing the outer shell of the vehicle in a thin layer.
"Hello, Raphie…" Came Amanda's seductive voice from behind a cluster of leaves up in the tree above Raphael.
"Fuck you, Amanda! Get meh down from here!" Raphael shouted, squirming in the ball of web he was trapped in.
Emerging from behind the leaves was Amanda. Her eyes glowed red. Her body was that of a… giant, black tarantula.
Raphael screamed, resuming his desperate calls for help, but they were no use. The party still went on inside the house.
"Scream, Raphael. You wriggle in that web. It warms the blood…" Amanda sneered, licking her sharp fangs with her tongue.
"Look, Amanda, I know I hit ya in da face with da basketball, and I know dat I screamed in ya face – but please don't kill meh!" Raphael sobbed.
With one last blood-curdling scream from Raphael's mouth, Amanda, ignoring his pleas of mercy, leapt forward and began to drink up all the blood that still pumped furiously through Raphael's veins in fear.
Donatello woke up on an operating table in the middle of a dark room with nothing but an eerie, red light to illuminate it. He was hooked up to several beeping machines in which wires and IV's were strapped and inserted all over his body.
"Where… where am I?!" Donatello demanded to no one and nothing in particular.
Before he knew it, the three hooded figures that Donatello remembered from earlier when they had placed chloroform over his mouth and snatched him up, surrounded him as he lay helpless and somehow paralyzed from the chest down on the operating table.
"Who are you?! Why am I here?! Where are my brothers?!" Donatello shouted to the mystery figures looking down on him.
One of the hooded figures backed away from the table and towards a large curtain in front of the operating table. The figure yanked it open, revealing the dissected bodies of his brothers hung up almost as if on display on the wall behind the curtain.
Donatello screamed as his eyes fell over all the blood and anatomy of his mutilated siblings.
"You sick fucks!" Donatello gagged, his tears hot and running down his cheeks, snapping his neck away because he couldn't bare to see the sight before him.
Donatello never swore, but this was the time he honestly didn't care for keeping up a squeaky clean mouth. His brothers were dead, disturbingly stuck up on a wall after being the victims of a gruesome, biology lesson.
The three hooded figures removed their black, Grim Reaper-like attire. Donatello saw that they were scientists by the blood-incrusted, lab coats.
"Hey, what are you doing?! What are you gonna do to me?!" Donatello demanded, his voice gripped with icy fear.
"Hand me that electric saw." One of the scientists ordered, ignoring Donatello's questions, to a fellow scientist. He handed him the saw.
"It's finally time to cut open the last remaining mutant ninja turtle on the planet!" The scientist with the saw announced excitedly. "Are you guys ready?"
The other two scientists smiled with an eerie glee and nodded their heads in two fast, eager bobbles of agreement.
"No, wait a minute! Don-don't do this! Please!" Donatello hysterically continued to cry.
Once again, ignoring Donatello's merciful pleas, the scientist with the saw started it up and began inching it forward in the direction of Donatello's leg.
Donatello screamed as loud as his lungs would enable him as the electric saw whirred its way through Donatello's limb, spitting up blood, and putting him into shock as darkness flooded his vision.
Amanda was sitting down on the bench from earlier, observing as she saw Leonardo and Michelangelo lying on the floor in fetal positions with hands tightly gripped on both sides of their heads, screaming and crying their lungs out, terrifying the student body and pinning them to the floor in shock, unknowing of what to exactly do.
She spun a sandwich bag which used to hold her well-spent acid in her right hand, laughing maliciously and lighting up a cigarette with her free hand as she viewed her handiwork hysterically distraught before her.
Amanda, you little witch! :P This is why you never get her angry! What did you guys think? Were you scared, confused, what? Leave a review, if you would like. I'll be seeing you soon! :)