Little Brother
By Maikafuiniel
Interlude
Roomies
Bebop stood in front of his bedroom mirror, angrily trying to get the gel that forced his hair to stay up to do his job. He tried to ignore the ranting of his room-mate and so called friend, but it was really getting to be a little bit hard."Why doncha wanta' do nuthin' fun anymore?" Rocksteady raged from his place by the bed.
Bebop ignored him. Rocksteady had been getting on his nerves for the last few weeks, ever since the pair had gotten themselves kicked out of a club for, well, kicking. That and shoving, punching, and random insanity. It had been fun at the time, but Rocksteady had blamed him for them getting kicked out.
Of course, it hadn't been his fault, but Rocksteady wasn't about to listen to him.
"And whot's with that turtle freak?" The rhino continued, "I know Shredder gun don and ordered you to watch the little freak, but that don't mean you have to spend all your fricken time down'dare!"
"Just followin' what the boss-man said," Bebop muttered, before snorting loudly, "What do you care anyway?" he asked, sincerely curious, "Not like we can actually go anywhere since he went and the mutation thing- and actually expect to be able to stays' there."
Rocksteady didn't say anything, but gave him a glare and quickly left.
The panel of glass that once called the door home fell to the ground with a crash, but Bebop didn't hear it.
Leonardo grabbed onto the rope that held them all securely to the top of the tunnel with only a little bit of fear. Donny had reassured them it was safe, but ever since the tunnel had gotten nearly horizontal… well, it wasn't as if he would actually ever voice his concerns.
He was fearless Leonardo; and he knew exactly what everybody expected of him. Perfection. Of course, it wouldn't stop Raphael from getting on his case about anything and everything, but it was true none the less.
Donny was the smart one. Raphael was the angry one. He was the leader. He had to lead.
But shell, he hated heights.
Don't look down. He ordered himself sternly, Don't look down. Calm breath. Calm mind. Centered self. And don't dare look down.
He ordered himself sternly,His rock slid on a rock, sending in tumbling into the black abyss below them. It had already happened several times, and the trio of turtles had stopped stopping to make sure that nobody heard them every time a rock tumbled.
What scared Leonardo wasn't the black abyss below him.
What scared him was that they had been climbing for four hours now, and he had yet to hear a single stone hit bottom.
It was even unnerving Raphael, though he didn't know it.
Raphael gripped the rope that was hitched around his belt a little tighter- not for the first time since their climb had begun.
It wasn't fear of the emptieness below him that made him afraid. No, that kind of thing never phased him. What frightened him was that they had been climbing for so long. So long. What could have been done to their little brother in mere minutes; let alone the length of time the Shredder had his greasy hands on their little brother?
Little being the important word.
He knew Mikey was good at what he did- you didn't survive trying to be a hero unless you had some talent. But as he was? The way everything was panning out, it was enough to make his heart speed up just enough.
To make his hands grip the rope just that much tighter.
For his eyes to scan the darkness just that much more.
Hang on Mikey.
Of course, neither of these fears matched up to Donny's- logical mind as his was.
Because he knew that no matter what was happening, no matter what was below them, they had to reach bottom soon.
They were quickly running out of rope.
