It was noon but it's hard to tell when you live in a sewer. I should know, cause I live there. My name is Michelangelo. I have three other brothers and we are mutants and turtle type...um red-eared something or other. So anyway as I was saying it was noon one day like last week and I got hit on the head. Yeah, well, I get hit on the head a lot when Raph feels like he needs a target and if you include the times I goof around when Sensei is speaking and he uses his little wood stick. We were watching the TVs, Don and I, since there was nothing else to do.
How'd I know it was noon? Easy! One of the shows I watch was on which is at 12:30-ish. Not that it's my favorite. There was nothing else to do.
"Que tu quieres, Roberto?!" A woman shouted threateningly at a man standing about four feet from her. She asked Robert what he wanted.
"Pero Maria, yo te amo." The man confusedly replied 'But Maria, I love you.'
"Tu no me amas!" The woman again began moving away from him saying he didn't love her. "Tu estabas con mi hermana, Jocelyn!" Maria finished by saying he was with her sister Jocelyn.
"Oh no." Robert put a hand over his mouth. "Como yo puedos saber? Eres identica hermanas. Ella jugaste como eras tu. No sabe. Perdoname." He put his hand down saying he couldn't have known since they were identical sisters and she portrayed playing her. He didn't know. Will she forgive him?
She stood there in long silence and angrily turned around to give him the answer when the screen froze and credits ran through it.
"No!!!" Mikey cried hugging a couch cushion. Donatello who sat next to him rolled his eyes. "You can't end it there!! I have to know!!" As he got up he thew the couch pillow to Don who ducked. Mikey then continued to head toward the many TVs.
Don waited till he had gotten up looking for the next episode on another channel instead of using the remote. "If you're going to get all 'emotional' about it..." He twiddled his fingers when he said emotional. "...She says yes."
Mikey's head shot back. "What?! How do you know?"
"Oh please. It's pretty obvious. All shows are the same. You just have to use your head. Besides..." Donatello leaned over to retrieve something he'd hidden by sitting on it. He then waved a book in air. "...I have a TV guide." He smiled widely at his own ingeniousness.
"Give me, please?" Mikey crawled back over to Donatello, hands crossed near that pleading face he makes. "Pleeeeeeeaaaaaassssssssseeeeeeeee?!"
He hid the book behind his back. "No way. You know how hard it is to find a TV guide... for the same week you live in for that matter?"
"Yeah!!" Michelangelo charged at Donatello who avoids him by back flipping behind the sofa.
"Poor, Mikey. Wants my book when he doesn't like to read."
"I read."
"Yes, comics."
"Oh, come on! We can battle for it! Get hit 3 times and loose."
"Battle is just another word for fight. Mikey, you know I won't."
"If you don't I'll... touch stuff in your room."
"No you won't."
"Are you sure?" Michelangelo gets up smirking, and goes to the ladder slowly climbing it toward Don's room.
"I know you won't because I'll call Sensei."
"He's not here." Mikey got closer to Donatello's room.
"Leo..."
"...went with Master Splinter." Mikey finished for him slyly as he was 2 feet away from the room.
"Okay! Just, get very far away."
Michelangelo happily complied and jumped back down into the living room area yielding his nunchuks. Just then Raphael had stepped into the living room as Don grabbed his bo. They got into dueling mode and took their poses six feet apart from another. He knew something was up.
"I'll bite. What's it for?"
Donatello points to the TV guide. "This weeks'."
"This oughta be good." Raphael makes himself comfortable on the couch. "Temptin'. I might just take the winner."
"Bonzai!" Mikey leaps and swings his right nunchuk over his shoulder before propelling it forward to strike at Don's upper left chest area. On its way it entangles on Donatello's bo as he blocks and disarms Mikey of a weapon throwing it over to the side missing Raph's head by a couple of inches.
"Hey! Watch it!!" Raph barks out and tosses the nunchuk back, catching Mikey off guard Don sweeps his Bo by Mikey's left calf tripping him. Making him fall back on his shell.
Don smiles. "One down, two to go."
"Oh yeah?!" Mikey makes a lame attempt to trip Don as well by swinging at his feet, which he dodges by jumping.
"Yes Mikey. That was gonna do it." Raph continues to watch putting in his sarcastic remarks.
Michelangelo rocks on his shell and gains enough momentum to jump back on his feet. This time he swings toward Don's lower hip side, which he blocks at an angle leaving his right side open. Mikey expected this and struck the right side with his other nunchaku.
"Nya! We're even now!"
"Not for long!" Don twirls his long stick and aims for the same spot Michelangelo had. He avoids the attack by striking it. Don uses the other end of the Bo to hit Mikey's other side but its was again struck away.
"Tsk. Tsk. I just did that."
"Element of surprise?"
"Nah." Mikey locks on to his opponent's thigh but misses because Donnie jumps back. But in return leaving his head open. Mikey hits it softly with his weapon.
"Bonk! One more to go, dude!"
"You never said anything about the head." Don moved away rubbing it.
"Exactly. I never said anything so it doesn't matter. That guide is mine!"
"No way!" Don rushes toward Mikey. About 3 feet from him he plants his stick to the ground and uses it to push off. He strikes Mikey's plastron with his feet sending the orange wearing turtle flying.
Raph watches Mikey get blown away, hearing the sound of shell meeting plaster. He sat on the couch, looking at his youngest brother, not moving or moaning, against a wall.
Something was wrong because he kept replaying the scene over in his mind, which only took a couple of seconds, over and over and over. He looked up at Don, who paranoid as he was, was able to think first by dropping his weapon and running over to Michelangelo.
"Mikey, I'm sorry. Are you ok? Come on. Tell me you're playing. I'll give you the guide." Donatello spoke mostly unconsciously because he was worried as he checked for damage. The first rule was never to move the body.
He placed a finger by Michelangelo's neck and felt a pulse, one less thing to worry about. He then watched if he was breathing, by the rising of the chest, he was. But his head sort of hung over it blocking his air way so he gently pushed it back, making sure he didn't hear or feel anything wrong. That wasn't broken. He was already talking so he was good so far. Mikey's eyes began to flutter meaning he was coming around. Don sighed. Just then he felt hands at both sides of him pick him up and push him back.
"Wha'd you do to him, Don?!" Raph was playing offense by continuing to shove him.
"I didn't do anything!" Donatello got stuck on defense and did the same back, not wanting to. He was still scared and panicky.
Darkness. There was blackness, but then fuzziness, then something touched his head. He almost jumped. Oh good, it was only his hand. Man, for some reason his head hurt. Well the fuzziness part was getting sharper, he thought he saw something move, a lot of something move. Two something's moving. All of a sudden there were noises. No. Shouting. If he knew there was going to be yelling he didn't want his hearing back, it was making his head hurt worse. He closed his eyes and kept them shut till he sat up, still holding his head. There was a weird three-fingered hand on an equally odd lap. This made no sense. There was this yellowish cream hard stuff that ended where the legs started. It belonged to him? Was it tied together? There was a brown something or other cloth around him. Was it supposed to be a belt? Belts aren't tied, are they? Now he saw a weapon beside him? Maybe it was a weapon or maybe it was used to thrash grain or something. Two dense sticks held together by a chain. Each one was individually wrapped.
Mikey flinched at the pain in his head. There was still loud noise around and moving at the top of his vision. He motioned his head up to see.
...What the heck?!
He was right about being two of them, but what were they? He was sitting so who could tell how tall they were. One wore a red bandage, cloth, mask? ...around its eyes. The other had purple. Either way the red one was obviously winning, it was bigger too. What ever they were arguing about he didn't want to know. None of them were paying mind to him so this is a good time to go. He got up making sure he was kept unnoticed. He leaned back and met a wall. Ahh! That rattled his head. Atleast they still hadn't seen him. He felt along side of the wall, slinking off to where ever it would take him to.
"Stop, Raph! This is about, Mikey!" Don threw his arms down giving up. He looked down at his toes. Nice toes. Then looked back over to where Michelangelo was at only to see him cowering away. Raph was about to lunge again clearly not understanding the point of his brother's defeat when Don pointed behind him. He turned to see Mikey sink into the kitchen. Not saying anything else they both followed.
Great. He'd found a kitchen. It wasn't bad, he just wasn't exactly hungry but instead looking for a way out or a hiding area. Maybe this could buy him some time to think. He felt clunky walking around, somewhat heavy. There was green. Why was he seeing green? He touched his face. That was his nose. It felt... big. He remembered his hands now that they were in front of his face. What was he? What were they? Again he saw something move. A pot, a reflection on it, warped and all he could still tell it...it was him.
More green and an orange stripe? He felt the bandana on his face that was the stripe. He was one of those things out there?
His head still ached and took note of everything around him and found a fridge. Convenient. He went to it and searched the freezer finding a bag of frozen broccoli. It'll have to do, I guess. He grabbed it and placed it on his sore head, then closed the fridge door and went back to studying himself.
Donatello and Raphael stood by the door watching what he was doing. Mikey was crouched down in front of the drying rack looking into a pot. He had a bag of cold food on his head. Okay. Raph gave Don a 'what the' glance. Don shrugged knowing Raph wanted him to ask. He walked behind Mikey and tapped his shoulder. Mikey jumped, flinched, turned, fell, and tried clumsily to get back up. Having no success, being on his back, he pushed himself away with his feet.
Finally getting cornered and still stuck he tried reasoning. "Por favor. Damele quieto. Yo no tengo nada."
That stumped them. Raph and Don shared a look before placing their attention back to Mikey. "No comprendo." They both replied in unison. Don put a hand out to help him up.
"Come on, Mikey. I'll get you some aspirin."
He didn't appear like a bad... whatever he was. Mikey hesitated but accepted the help and was pulled up. He sat down at the table observing Don walk off to a cupboard. Raph dropped the bag of frozen vegetables on the table that he had lost while scurrying away. He saw Raph and stared. Weren't these two just fighting before?
"Anything besides your head hurt?"
It spoke to him. No. It had asked him a question. Alright, this presented a problem. He thought of this for a while.
Michelangelo had an accent when he replied. "I no speak Ingles." Hispanic to say the least.
"Wha? Knock it off, Mikey."
"Me not hables English."
"I'm trying to help you. Stop messing with my head!"
"Yo no speak English!!"
Raph was getting frustrated, Mikey was getting frustrated, Don came back with some pills for Mikey and a glass of water.
"What's all the shouting about? And you, didn't you have a headache?"
True. His head was pounding now. He took the water and aspirins offered to him before guzzling them down.
"My problem? It's his. It's almost as he really couldn't really speak English. Sheesh."
"Really?"
"Yeah. He's doing that crummy Spanish imitation. He ain't droppin' it either."
"Hey, Mikey."
Mikey was still looking at Raph. He'd probably have to stay away from this one. He didn't look all that friendly. Don snapped his fingers, which got his attention.
"Woo hoo? Wonder boy, something wrong?"
He focused on Don. What? He wasn't doing anything wrong. This subject was getting boring and his focus drifted to the room he was in again. There was the door he had entered, cabinets on the wall, stove, sink...
"Tu no hables Ingles?"
...caught off guard. Who'd said those words? His head jolted toward Donatello's direction. Apparently he had been putting two and two together. Mikey nodded at the question he'd asked.
"Tu sabes tu nombre?"
Mikey shook his head sadly and Don's eyes widened. He had a good idea what was going on now.
"Hey, Donnie. I thought you didn't know that stuff."
"I only know a little."
"Then what are you talking about?"
Don sat down slowly. "Raph. He's got amnesia."
"What? Why would ya think that?"
"Look, he's acting strange. He doesn't remember his own name. He keeps looking at everything like he'd never seen it before. His head hurts which means he hit it...against the wall, hard. ...All the classic signs are there."
"Okay. I don't know how you know that but we're screwed."
"Another thing. He was right when he told you he doesn't speak English."
"Ok. Lemme rephrase that. You're screwed."
"You have to help me."
"Me? You did this. All I know is I've seen in movies all you have to do is hit him again and he'll be back to normal." Raph cracks his knuckles and Mikey begins to move away. "If that's how ya want me ta help."
"Nevermind!" Mikey sighs in relief when Raph puts away his weapon.
"Can't you make a potion or something?"
"This isn't a cartoon, Raph. He might regain his memory over time. So we'll just have to start by reminding him." Don places a hand on his own chest. "Donatello." Then points to Raph. "Raphael."
"You and your freakin' soap operas and Spanish channels."
"You know what? You could do something, Raph. Look to see if we have a translative book. We had found a couple. I'm not sure what languages they were though."
"Fine." Raph stood up and exited the kitchen. Mikey felt better as in safer.
"A donde estoy?" He asked once the one in the red left.
"Donde. I think that means where. You wanna know where you are?" Mikey nodded.
"You can understand me?"
He swayed his hand side to side signaling a little.
"Vivo... in sewer?"
Mikey was disturbed by that answer.
To be continued...
Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT. Please forgive me if the story is weird or hard to comprehend. This is my first time writting in this format. Review and tell me what you think? Continue?
