Okay, so first off, Mikey doesn't seem too crazy but that's because this is his perspective. Insane people usually don't realize what they are doing batshit crazy because they justify it with their own means. So keep that in mind that he's actually gone coo coo. Also this chapter makes me cringe; I had to stop a couple times to take a breather just because you'll see. It's not actually that bad, I've read worse! It's just kind of EHHHHHH to think about it. I can like hear what it would actually sound like and AH It makes me squirm because I can just…no. I can't even talk about it.
Pain.
It fires throughout my body and I feel myself quivering. No not quivering, convulsing. My muscles won't stop twitching and jerking. Poison, it must be the poison. Yet when I look down I see blood pouring from my plastron and dread bursts through me. A dull blade slashes at my face from my memory and I flinch. Raph did this, Leo too. No. It wasn't them. I recoil again as my memory sparks and I feel the Katanas slash out at me. They look like my brothers, but they don't deserve to be called such. They are not them, they are imposters. If I see them again I will finish what I started.
I try to get up but instant searing agony rips through me, starting from my wrists. I must go on, no matter the pain. I need to escape.
This is real now. Or maybe I am insane.
I can't tell anymore. It doesn't matter. What matters is the now. What I see. What I feel; and I feel betrayed. They told me they were real, they told me they would protect me.
LIARS.
They weren't real. This entire time they lied to me and they will pay. I have to ignore the suffering; I have to get out of here. I again attempt to push to a sitting position when the white hot stinging erodes my mind.
No. I must go on. Ignore it, it doesn't matter anymore. I try to it up again but now it isn't only pain that I notice, I physically cannot move. Something is holding me down.
I turn my head and gaze at my hands.
The first thing I notice is a red wrapped handle of a Sai. I follow it down and I see the short two prongs. The blood, no, My blood still drips off of the tips and splashes on the counter, keeping a steady beat in the silence. I feel my breathing pick up when I realize where the long crimson soaked blade is going, directly into my wrist. I stare in horror at the Sai sticking out of skin. If I can't get up, that means it must be all the way through. I gag and want to throw up at the sight. I can't feel my fingers; all I feel is the excruciating throbbing.
Monsters.
Liars.
I need to get out of here. That's all that matters. Escape. An idea crosses my mind, I do not like it.
I look down at my wrist and cringe; this is really, really going to hurt. I clench my hand into a ball and use my strength to push my wrist up along the middle prong. Immediately I can't breathe. White agony blinds my eyes as I slide up towards the handle. I am glad I can't see or I would surely be throwing up. I whimper as it moves horrendously slow, as if the blade keeps getting caught on my muscles. I am going back and forth between breathing heavy and not at all. I can feel the dull Sai slide against my flesh; I hear the slick sound of skin and bone scrapping against the cold, harsh metal. The sound crackles and hisses in my ears, making me want to vomit. Tears prick my eyes as my wrist meets where the handle and blade meet.
I let out the breath that I was holding and let the pain throb. I look at my red soaked wrist and the blade sticking out of both ends. I sallow back my queasiness and study my predicament. The weapon is more blood then metal anymore. I look at the Sai that's digging into the counter, cracking the concrete. This might not work, but it's worth a shot. I Clench my fingers again and use all of my strength to push against the handle.
I scream out in anguish as I pull up. I feel the Sai move slightly and it gives me the encouragement I need. I stop to take a quick breath, regaining my strength again. I yank up. My arm is shaking and I growl out in both pain and determination. Sweat drips down my body as every nerve is tingles. After minutes of grunting and heaving upwards, the Sai pulls out of the concrete and my arm swings upwards from the momentum. I breathe heavily and sweat drips into my eyes. The Sai is still completely through my wrist still, but I can't get it out until my other hand is free. Luckily the other one won't be as painful. I grab the handle with my free hand and cool my breathing.
I pull out quickly as if ripping off a Band-Aid and groan. My hand is free of the blood drenched Sai. I sit up and reach over to jerk the other blade out of my agonizing wrist when I hear the door open. I instantly lie back down and turn my head, pretending that I am still unconscious.
This is real now. He is not my brother. He is not real.
I feel his gaze rest on me for a while, and then I hear the soft patter of feet walk across the room. I turn my head gradually and notice his back is too me. Good.
I stare at the purple mask hatefully. They told me they were real that they would protect me. Yet they hurt me. They did this to me. It can't be them; my brothers would never do this to me. Everything is a lie now, right? Or is this my new reality? I don't know. I really don't know! What is the truth? What is the lie?
No. This is real, this is the truth. Just because I never thought I would see my brother's do this to me doesn't mean it's not real. I will not live in denial. I will not be deluded. Not like last time. I thought I was safe, but he was going to kill me. They are not safe, this time I will hurt him before he has a chance to hurt me. A faint thought whispers across my brain.
Escape.
Escape. Yes.
I drill holes in the back of his head as I pull out the other Sai. Confusion and rage fill within me and I don't even feel the pain. I am numb. My hands are wet from the blood and I push myself off of the counter. I quietly make my way towards the turtle wearing the purple mask. He doesn't hear my footsteps; I grab a large piece of equipment and hold it above my head, waiting to crash it down on top of him. I feel awkward pressure on my wrists, but I don't care. Numb. Before I bring the large hunk of equipment down on his head I hear him shout out with joy,
"G-Guys….GUYS! I DID IT! I FOUND AN ANTIDOTE!"
I slam it over his head and he instantly crumples to the floor. I must move, fast. I burst out of the doors and hid in the shadows as I hear footsteps run towards me. I sit silently in the shadows and watch two other turtles run past me, too focused on the doors in front to notice me. They rush into the lab and I bolt.
They cannot trick me again; I know what is real now.
As I exit into the sewers, I hear frightened and angry shouts behind me. I know what I must do now.
Run.
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