No Voice Chapter 2

Previously:

Raph realised why and smiled. "Ya wouldn' by any chance be lookin' for these, would ya?" Raph asked lifting up the headphones that appeared to be a bit damaged. Mikey smiles quickly embracing Raph with the arm that wasn't around Donnie's shoulder, when he pulled away he signed "Thank you." And put them around his neck, right where they belong or where Mikey liked then to be at least. Raph blushed, whilst Donnie smiled and with that got Mikey inside.

Once inside Donnie started checking Mikey over, his curiosity struck when he sure a scar that ran across Mikey's neck where the vocal cords lay, Donnie assumed that was why Mikey couldn't talk, some sort of operation that he had to get done when he was younger. All the while Donnie was fussing to take care of Mikey's sprained ankle and any other injuries, Mikey was fussing over his headphones, fixing them with a switch blade.

"Why are ya making such a fuss over those 'eadphones?" Raph asked curiosity written on his face, Mikey puts up a finger to tell Raph to give him a second. Mikey placed the headphones back round his neck and switched them on just as Donnie finished with Mikey.

"He's fine, badly sprained ankle, broses, cuts, and a mild disconcert in his left shoulder but otherwise ok." Donnie stated to his younger brother with a satisfied grin.

"Thank you for all your help." Spoke a teenage raspy voice from Mikey, they look at him in shock. "To answer your question Raph, these headphones are really important because they were made to speak for me." Mikey explained without moving his lips. "I do like to move my lips with the words sometimes, but I prefer to mess with people's minds. It's way more fun that way." Mikey explained moving his mouth in time with the word, making it seem like he was the one speaking.

"If they were ta break, couldn' ya jus' ge' a new pair?" Raph asked.

Mikey shakes his head. "These are the only ones of their kind." Mikey stated.

"Who made them? Why aren't these on the shelves yet? They could help a lot of people." Donnie asked in fascination at the technology that must go into these headphones.

"I made them. There not on the shelves because I never thought to sell them, even if I did there not ready yet. There's sill a few bugs I got to work through." Mikey explained to his rescuers.

"That's fascinating! What about the voice? How'd you download that typical teenage raspy voice onto it?" Donnie asked inquisitively.

"There was no download. The voice you are hearing now is what I would actually sound like if I was able to speak to you right know. I have created soundwave senses in the headphone, the left ear peace picks up the messages sent from the brain to the voice box and mouth to tell it what it wants it to say, the right ear peace picks up the soundwaves tracmited from the voice box, they link up at the back of the headphone were a computer puts what each ear peace picks up together to formulate the words, then they go to the speakers I installed on the opposite side of the foam were the ears should go to amplify the words, therefor speak for me." Mikey explains, Donnie's eyes light up at how advanced Mikey has made a very simple peace of technology, and it was so perfectly hidden. All teenagers wear their headphones around there necks as a way of looking cool and a kicker way of putting their headphones on. Mikey was a teenager with headphones, that could talk for him, he had made something so life changing so easily hidden, it made invisible hearing aids look bad.

"How did you get it to amplify your actual voice?" Donnie asked with the biggest smile on his face.

"That one of the bugs, it was kind of a happy accident, but I will find out someday." Mikey explained, rubbing the back of his head.

"So your inta tha' whole science stuff?" Raph asked, a little disappointed that Donnie might get closer to Mikey then he would.

"Nah, not my thing. I just made these because if I can never have a voice of my own, who says I can't have a voice at all. I'm more of a, pulling pranks, joking around, having a laugh, having fun, hyperactive person." Mikey stated, Raph and Donnie both felt like they had heard those personalities being told to them before.

"Well, we best be getting you home, can you give me your address and I'll run ahead to the can and put it into the satnav?" Donnie asked, Mikey nods his head. Donnie grabs a piece of paper and a pen, gives it to Mikey and Mikey write down his address giving it to Donnie when he's done.

Raph helps Mikey make his way out. "How old are ya Mikey? And why did those guys mess with ya?" Raph asked looking at Mikey with concern.

"I'm 18 years old and they beat me up because they were drunk ideates that thought I was offending them because I wasn't talking to them." Mikey replied.

"Bustards!...Why didn' ya us your 'eadphones ta talk for ya?" Raph needed to know why Mikey used them for him and his brother but not for them.

"Because I don't talk to anyone I don't like or trust, and something about you and your brother makes me feel like I could trust you with anything…why do you think that is?" Mikey asked in wonder, Donnie pulled over with the car, Raph helped Mikey in and then sat next to him as Donnie started to drive to Mikey's house.

"I don't know, but wha' I do know is tha' I'm gunna be tellin' your dad wha' happened ta ya." Raph stated with a grin cheering Mikey up a bit, Donnie stopped at a red light just in time because Mikey's response would have made him slam on the brakes.

"Booyakasha!" Mikey yelled in glee, that word and that word alone brought back some sort of memory for both Raph and Don, they knew that word. It was a word someone they once knew used to yell all the time, but who was it? And why was it so impotent?

To Be Continued

Raph: (yells) Why would ya do tha'? Mikey jus' reminded me of somethin' from my past!

Me: (smiles) That's the point of cliff hangers dude.

Donnie: She has a point. The whole point of a cliff-hanger is to leave the ordinance wanting more, and seeing that your moaning because you don't like the fact that it stops just as its getting good, obviously means that she has done a good job with the cliff-hanger.

Me: Thank you D. (smiles)

Mikey: (Smiles) I'm just glad that I can talk, even if it is with a mashie. I mean, what would I do if I couldn't cry out BOOYAKASHA!

Me: You never know, maybe you won't need the headphones to talk for you forever. (misgeavous smile)

Mikey: Was that a spoiler? (shock)

Me: (evil smile) Maybe.

Inspired by a story on Deviantart called More Than Meets the Eye byorangebarmy

Link to story: art/More-Than-Meets-The-Eye-P1-392284933