Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT. I wish I did, though. LOL! I can only dream to.
Warning: This fic may contain some harsh language and maybe some violence. However, it does contain angst. A lot of it, too. Thank you guys for reviewing my story. It means a lot to me. Only time will tell what will happen to Mikey….oh, and here's a little something for ya all.
SILENCE
Chapter 5
By Raphangela
It is a cold night and the lair had a certain air about it that would make you shiver to the bone. Raphael finds himself walking around the place looking for something, or more preferably, 'someone'. Raphael looks around himself in the dim lighted place that serves as their family 'spend time together' room, where they do from exercises to relaxation. The place is empty and feels even emptier than it looks, which is very unusual to him. The room no longer had its cheerful, homey feel like it usually does. It felt like it was rushed out without an explanation, like it was forced to leave by some unknown and wicked force. Raphael shivers at the thick coldness in the air and at the deafening silence of only hearing flames burning. He quickly spots the source of the given light—
Countless numbers of candle sticks are badly melted down to their bases, located all over the room and even up and down the stairway. They are even up on the next floor level of the lair, leading up into what it appeared to be Michelangelo's and Raphael's shared room.
"Master Splinter?! Leo?! Don!? Mikey!?" He calls out, trying not to sound so desperate for one of them to answer him.
However, he doesn't get any answers at all. Instead, minutes later, he hears some kind of musical sound coming from Mikey's and his room. It sounds like a tune you'd hear from a music box, but it is a sad and quite depressing tune. The sound irks him, but also inquisitive at the same time. Raphael decides to go investigate and carefully climbs the stairway Donatello had finally decided to build not too long ago. Raphael carefully follows the burning down candles that lead to the room where the sounds had came from. The sad musical sounds had slowly died down to a stop.
Once he reaches the door, he notices that it is a quarter of a way open so it would seem that the candles' warm flames wouldn't heat up the room too much. Raphael slowly, inch by inch, opens the door as it makes a long screech like a painful and haunting moan. The light from the candles behind him seem to pour into the nearly dark room, only a few candles were lying about on the dressers.
Raphael shivers greatly at how the room feels so gloomy, dark, lonely, and empty to him. He can't help but feel like he's not wanted there, that something wicked is telling him to leave and get out for good. Something dark and evil is lurking in the room somewhere, Raphael can feel it. The unsettling queasy, chilling, sick feeling building up inside of him down in his stomach tells him so. Cold sweat starts to trail and fall off of his body as he slowly dares to enter with caution.
Once inside, Raphael looks in the room and out of nowhere appeared a little bed that seemed all too familiar from his past. He slowly begins to creep over to it and notices a figure lying underneath the small blanket of the bed. As Raphael goes even closer, he notices that the small figure is lightly whimpering underneath the covers and is now shaking from coldness or fear.
"I'm all alone…" A familiar voice came from underneath the covers. "I'm SO alone…it's so dark…why did they leave me alone…all alone…in…in the dark?" Raphael then hears the individual begin to cry out loud. "Why did they leave me?! Were they never there for me in the first place!?" Raphael stops a foot away from the bed and listens closely to the familiar voice's words. "Why…did…they hurt me? Why…did…HE…hurt me? I've…always looked up to him…as my hero… So why? He…he…promised he'd…a-always be there to…to…protect me…. So, why? Why…did Raph hurt me? Why does he always hurt me?!"
Raphael gasps at the words, horrified by what reality brought to his mind. "Mikey?! Mike, is that you?" He asks himself more so than the individual lying in the bed.
Raphael quickly goes over to the side of the bed in utter worry, fearing that he might have hurt his brother worse than he had ever far expected. But how so? From the voice and the size of the figure, he can surely tell that the younger turtle is only of that of a child. Can this be a flash back or something? How can that be when he can't even recall a moment even near like this? Down to the point, it really confuses Raphael to hell and back. There's no way any of this can be real, but why does it feel like it? Raphael doesn't know the answer to any of it. He also doesn't want to know anything about it, even though his curiosity so much wants to. It's really starting to really freak him out so much it's hard to remain calm.
The younger turtle gives one last final whimper before going into absolute silence. Raphael blinks as he watches the younger turtle become completely motionless and stiff. Raphael's horror becomes even worse than ever can be imagined when he hears the little turtle breath his final breath of life. Raphael begins to panic as he quickly sits on the bed and starts shaking the poor little thing to get it to wake up.
"Mike? You okay?" He shakes the little turtle gently to get an answer of some kind, but doesn't get any. "Mikey! Mike!" His voice sounds hoarse and begins to crack up as he shakes the turtle even more, except more furiously. "Please, Mike…. ANSWER ME!! ANSWER ME, MICHELANGELO!!" He screams as tears force their way out and down his cheeks, staining them. Fear and adrenalin pumps into Raphael's body even more when he realizes the answer that he fears so much. He shakes his brother more violently than ever before. "Please… Please… DON'T DIE!! DON'T DIE, MIKEY!! PLEASE, DON'T LEAVE ME!! DON'T LEAVE ME ALL ALONE HERE!! I BEG OF YOU!! DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!!"
Unconsciously, he picks up his little brother and holds him gently in his arms, holding him closely against the sounds of his now pounding and aching heart in his chest. Raphael begins to rock his brother back and fourth, like that of a heartrending mother cuddling the new born that's life was stolen from her. "Michelangelo….please…please…PLEASE COME BACK TO ME!! I'm…SO, SO, SO SORRY!!" He cries out miserably to himself and to his deceased brother, hoping Michelangelo's ghost can hear him. "I DIDN'T MEAN THE THINGS I SAID TO YOU!! I…I…I LOVE YOU!! COME BACK TO MEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEHEEEEE!!"
Then all of a sudden, his brother's body disappears out of his arms without a trace or a warning. Raphael goes wild as he gets up and aimlessly searches for his brother's body, not finding it in the bed and nor the room. "Mikey!" He calls out in terror. "Mikey, where are ya!?" He gets no answers of any kind and feels like he wants to sink deeper into the list of his terrible depressions, this being the worst.
Raphael goes back to the little bed and sinks down onto his knees beside it. He quickly lays his head down into his arms that are Indian-styled and then lays his arms and head onto the side of the bed. He begins to cry uncontrollably of what had happened to his brother and what had happened to him. Just when he thought he was alone and things couldn't get even worst, he hears a voice laughing sadistically at him. Raphael lifts his head up and growls furiously at the voice. He looks around to see where it is coming from, but sees no one around in sight.
"Who are you? Who's there?" He orders it to answer. "Answer me or I will make sure that YOU 'WILL' PAY DEARLY! Who the fuck is you!?"
The voice sneers cruelly at him and speaks in a cold manner, You're such a fool, Raphael. Do you really think that he'd come back to you? You of all people? It then scoffs at him with a chuckle. You of all people should know better than that.
"That doesn't answer my damn question, dammit!" Raphael spat, loathing the voice right from the very beginning. "Now, answer it!"
You will know soon enough, Raphael. You will know…the hard way
"The hell fuck I won't!"
You WILL, Raphael. Oh, you will… Rather you'll like it or not, you will. It laughs cruelly and then says, Oh, you WILL!
Raphael grumbles under his breath and then asks, "Answer me this, then… What have you done with my brother, you mothah fuckin' asshole!? Huh?! Say!"
Temper…temper… The voice taunts Raph, making him growl even more. Your temper will be your worst downfall, Raphael…or should I say it already has? If not for you, then it must be for your brother then.
That stroke a nerve in Raphael somewhere in his body, whether it would be in his mind or in his heart, he does not know.
Poor, poor little Mikey… So hurt and SO alone...SO…dead.
"No…" Raphael gasps and then shouts, "NO!"
It's true, Raphy-pooh. He's as good as dead!
"NO!" Raphael cries out and covers his ears. "You're lying! He's not dead! He's not dead! He's NOT DEAD!"
You really are pathetic. You can't even accept the truth that even lies right before your eyes.
"What truth? He's alive! I know he is! He's gotta be!"
You saw him die, Raphael… And now it's time to let go.
"No! NO!" Raphael cries out. "NO!"
Let him go.
"NO! I'll never let him go!"
You must let him go, Raph.
Raphael growls wrathfully, "NO!!"
It whispers soothingly to him, Raphael, your Mikey is ill… and is dying
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
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"MIKEY!!" Raphael cries out in a startling wake. He looks around himself and sees that he's back to where he was to begin with, in the infirmary. He looks down and sees that his brother is still right where he had left him. Raphael sighs and says, "It was only a dream…a damn freakin' nightmare." He sadly smiles down at his brother and grasps his brother's free hand firmly, but compassionately. Something he'd never do, especially when someone is looking. His smile widens when he feels the warmth of this brother's skin, no longer being cold like it was before when he had found him five days ago. Raphael begins to watch his brother's breathing pattern carefully. Already, his brother is showing some signs of improving.
'That's it, Mikey. Breath in and out for me…' Raphael thinks as he caresses the young turtle's head. 'Tell me that you're alive and well for me.'
Raphael, your Mikey is ill…and is dying
'No, he's not.' Raphael diverges with the reminiscence. He continues to keep a watchful eye onto his brother. 'He's gonna be okay. I'll make sure to that. I promise.' He clasps onto his brother's hand more decisively, feeling as if he doesn't want to let go.
"I promise you, Mikey. I'll protect you no matter what happens. I'm here for you until the end."
To Be Continued
I really want to make these chapters longer… I'm doing the best as I can…. I think. LOL! Stay tuned if you want to know if Mikey will wake up soon or not. I'm not gonna reveal things, 'cause I want things to be a surprise. Plus, I already have a plot in mind for the story. So, you'll have to find out for yourselves what will happen.