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A/N: I am so happy that this is going well as a scary story! I love reading and watching them so much that I'm glad that I can pull it off. Thanks for the reviews, they were especially awesome!

Chapter 4

Bad Situations

There was a pause at the door after the monster beside me waited for Raph's response. The air was thick with with an odd sense of anticipation, probably from the monsters. They waited around me, so silent and still that if it wasn't for the fact that I couldn't move, I would've guessed that they weren't even here. My head was screaming. Surely he'd know my voice from a monster who is able to perfectly mimic my voice to a degree that I couldn't recognize the difference, right?

Right?

I couldn't help but whimper.

I heard something crumble behind me, where the back wall of my room was, but other than that it was silent save for my gasping breaths.

I heard Raph growl slightly and tensed my muscles again in excitement. YES! He recognized the difference! I'm saved! Boo-yah, monsters!

"What the hell you trying to pull, Mikey?! You come out actin' all excited, then you run back and claim you're sick? I'm not cleaning up after you again like the last time you played sick! You better get your scaly green butt out here right now or I'll..." The doorknob rattled, but it was a stiffled sound. It was locked. The door shook as Raph punched or kicked it. "Unlock this door now!" He growled and the door shook as he attacked it with renewed frenzy.

Or maybe he didn't recognize the difference. Oh well, either way I'm still saved!

I heard more of the crumbling, crunching sound behind me but ignored it. The monsters holding me immobile shifted slightly and for a brief instant I thought that they might let me go.

No such luck.

Instead, they tightened their little, scratchy grips on my and began to sway back and forth rhythmically, which I could tell from their holds on me. Their excitement increased, until they were practically using my chest as a trampoline. Something bad was about to happen, I knew it. It is never a good sign when monsters are happy.

I heard some type of snapping sound, like that of a breaking guitar string, outside the door. Then it was suddenly followed by a screeching crash that echoed throughout the Lair. I heard Leo scream. Leo doesn't scream...what happened? Raph cursed and suddenly he was gone from the door. Panicked voices flooded my ears as I lay trapped in the darkness.

"My son! My son! Leonardo!"

"Stay back, it might get you too!"

"Leo! LEO!"

"We need to get some equipment, we need to treat this...where's Mikey?"

"Aaaaaaaaaaagh!"

My skin was dripped in cold sweat and my heart froze painfully as I breathed in panic. What happened to Leo? What's going on? Don's looking for me, I usually help him out when he's doing medical stuff. Leo's hurt? How bad? I need to get there!

My body, which had been relaxed up until now, suddenly came to life, seized with the need to help my brother. I halfway hoped to catch the little monsters off-guard and somehow fling them off me, but they held fast. I struggled nonetheless, pushing against some enormous weight that held me down. I was helpless. I don't think that I've ever been truly helpless until now, and it's the worst possible time. Monsters have me and Leo's hurt and doesn't have me to make him laugh it off, if it can even be laughed off that is...A ball formed in my throat and my eyes burned. I didn't know what to do.

I knew why he was hurt. He was attacked by monsters because I tried to get them to help me. I should've tried to keep my big mouth shut. Now Leo's hurt, possibly dead, because I couldn't handle myself. I put my family in danger. These thoughts allowed the dam of tears to finally break the surface and I had hot streams running down my cheeks as I cried through the mattress fluff stuffed in my mouth. Here I was, supposed to protect the ones that I loved, and I'm doing just the opposite. Some great ninja I turned out to be.

Suddenly I moved. Not on my own, of course, I was still at the mercy of the monsters. But I moved up. They shifted their grip on me and I shuddered at the sensation of thousands of tiny clawed paws (or whatever they were) moving across my body. I don't know exactly how big they were, for all I know they were able to lift me only an inch from the floor, but once I was up I was on the move. It reminded me of a millipede. This might sound like an odd thing for me to say, but it's the only thing that I could picture. It's this funny looking shelled-worm thingy bug that has millions of legs that move in little waves. Yeah, there's probably a more technical term for it but I'm having a Mikey moment here. That must be what I look like. Geesh, I hope that these things aren't bug monsters, that would be gross!

Some type of cloth suddenly moved over my arm. It was chilling, but a welcome difference to the cold prickly touch of the monsters. I realized immediately what they were doing when it tightened around me. They were tying me up. It was quickly followed by another loop, then another, until my biceps were tightly pressed to my shell. They then bound my wrists together, winding the cloth from my knuckles to up past my wrists. It was quickly followed by the binding of the legs, going from my ankles to my knees in their wrapping. The binding in my mouth was tightened and tied.

I was dropped unceremoniously on the ground and for a moment I thought that they would leave. Yeah, I know. Fat chance of that. My bindings must've had a rope or something to it, because before I could blink I was being dragged. Not slowly dragged, either. I mean tied-to-the-back-of-a-truck-going-really-fast kinda drag. My body bounced against broken peices of what I recognized to be my shelves, caused me to skid across the room and slam into the wall. I finally hit the far side of the wall where the corner was and the bindings on my arms tightened painfully as the rope caught for a moment. Then like a hot dog on a string (don't ask where I got it) I was jerked around a bend and into a jagged hole.

Yeah, I know, I can't see because it's pitch black. But I sure recognized broken bricks as I was painfully dragged over them, and my best guess is that it's a hole since I'm certain that this is where my back wall used to be. This must be what that crumbling, breaking sound was that I heard earlier.

The bricks scraped and cut into my skin as my body skipped across it. For a brief second some of the bindings caught, but as soon as I realized it the debris gave way and I bounced ahead of myself, rattling all my bones with each blow. It pulled me at a furious speed and I felt almost like I was in a roller coaster, except for the whole tied up, being pulled by monsters, in a sewer part.

I had a hard enough time concentrating on keeping my lunch in my gut and doing my pitiful best to shield myself from bouncing off of walls and other unknown objects. What happened at the Lair, even though I didn't know what, was still painfully fresh in my mind but I knew that I had to concentrate on getting out of my current situation first. But for the life of me, I just couldn't think of doing anything right now. I was going too fast and was tied too tightly, in fact I think all this pulling was making it even tighter.

Suddenly I realized that I was in the sewer. At first I could only tell because of the all-too-familiar grimy bricks with the occasional pool of stinky water. But then I began to be able to make things out. Light filtering through the grates of storm drains and the cracks around manhole covers were providing just enough light for me not to be blind anymore. I could just barely make out the faint outlines of the arched ceiling and the grungy bricks.

Moving my heels so that at least I would stay on my back while being pulled, I tipped my head back as far as it would go, straining my eyes to see who, or what, was pulling me. The first thing I saw was the rope wasn't really a rope. It looked more like a cloth bandage, like they make mummy's out of. It extended a good distance in front of me, more than I originally thought, but the end just dissappeared in the darkness in front of me. Twisting my head around even more, struggling to get a better look, I accidently flipped myself over onto my plastron.

I'll admit that it's a wierd feeling to be dragged somewhere on your back. But believe me when I tell you that it's even worse to be on your tummy! It was like I was riding on my skateboard only there was no familiar peice of wood to shield me from the rocks, bricks, and puddles. It gave me an up-front view of where I was going, which isn't neccessarily a good thing. Too scared to keep my eyes open to the onslaught, but too frightened to close them, I squinted as I was propelled forward. And still I can't see who's pulling me!

Luckily this view didn't last because of where my arms were tied and a particularly nast bump knocked me to my side. Dizzily I wondered if I'd broken any fingers. No sooner than I had flipped over again, than I hit the water. Literally.

Suddenly I was engulfed in frigid, stank water, strong currents buffeting me around like a rubber ducky in a tub with four turtles (scary scene for the ducky, believe me). I gasped for air and swallowed water, choked, gagged, and vomited it back up just as I inhaled an entire gulp. I was slammed against the round walls, dragged to the bottom where the waves slammed me down repeatedly, and was thrown up just in time for me to take a saving breath. Even though I knew they were tied, I pushed against my bindings in an effort to get a hold, to swim, heck just to keep my head up but of course it didn't happen. My stomach muscles cramped as I retched, held my breath, and tried to spit out the swallowed water. This was made harder than you think because all the mattress fluff in my mouth, but luckily the immense amount of moisture helped to flatten it enough for me to get enough air past it, though now I had to hold it against my tongue to keep from swallowing and choking on the thing, since the tape remained held fast. I knew that I would be sporting some serious bruises later. Somehow I was able to kick my bound ankles in a way that a mermaid probably would in order to reach the top. The waves were getting more steady now, and the thunderous roar of the rushing water was somehow getting louder. As soon as my head cleared the surface I saw why as the circle of light-the end of the tunnel-approached with amazing speed.

In an instant, riding the waves, I was flung into the air. A familiar feeling of weightlessness came over me as I started to fall. I screamed against the mattress fluff in my mouth as I flew, looking down at the gigantic cauldron of rushing water. Everywhere from the tremendous walls pipes jutted out, each gushing out it's own monstrous flow of water into the churning liquid below. Pipes of various sizes and shapes were strung across the center. It was these pipes that were my salvation.

I don't know if it got caught on one, or if my captor purposely started it, but either way the end of the rope got wrapped around one of the thicker pipes. It caught my weight and I steeled myself for a painful jerk. It wasn't that bad though, instead of jerking it seemed to catch me and I started to swing like a yo-yo when doing the around-the-world trick. Soon I was upside down as I continued the spin. I nearly swallowed the soggy mattress fluff and groaned as I spun and the blood rushed to my feet.

It was going to end soon enough. I couldn't spin forever, and I must've built up some speed during the spin for when I reached the end, I cracked my skull on a bolt jutting out of the side of the pipe. Pain blasted through my head and my world seemed to spin.

My vision blurred for a moment, then everything went dark.

A/N: This chapter was pretty easy to write, but I had to re-write it two times because the internet at work bombed on me in the midst of writing. Hope that it turned out all right, though. I like it. Don't forget to anyone who's interested that my second chapter of Expecting is out on the market.

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