A/N: Hey everyone just to let you know, the chapters are gonna start getting longer and the darker part of the story is starting to come around. This is the fight seen I rate this as T because of some language and violence. So please enjoy and please review!
Mikey couldn't help but pull at the tightness he felt around his wrist. The electrode hand cuffs buzzed and glowed in the dark cylinder he was forced into after his little confrontation with Rictor. He was trying to understand why he was trying to fake killing his brothers for? To get to him? To see him squirm? Why? Mikey didn't see the point into it because after seeing the walking stick he knew it was all a lie. Sure he wasn't as smart or as cunning as his brothers but he still knew what a fake was when he saw it. A small drop in his stomach made him sigh. He hasn't been able to feel his father's presence since his first day in the place; that was well over a week ago it felt like. Mikey has been keeping track of the days he has been there on the wall. It was defidently taking his family a while to try and find him and it made Mikey worry that if they'll ever find him.
"No don't think like that man. They'll come. They always do." He whispered to himself to get a small echo of his voice in response. His heart started to race slightly. He didn't like being in this small container. It was too small and it was suffocating him. He was only in here for a few minutes but he needed to get out soon or else he was gonna break this place down in a heart beat. Donnie made the Diagnostic years ago that Mikey had a case of claustrophobia because back when they were kids, Raph decided to put Mikey in one of the closets and lock the door. He wasn't in there for more then 60 seconds before he was screaming at the top of his lungs and banging against the door to let him out. Mikey smirk at the memory because Raph had to apologize and had a weeks extra worth of chores and training.
He started to bounce his legs up and down trying to keep his breathing under control. At least the cell he was in had a small window so he didn't feel too uncomfortable with it. For years he has gotten his fear to a bear minimum but still couldn't help with the aching feeling of fear that lurked in the depths of his stomach.
"Come on come on…" He mumbled, wanting the damn thing to open up to see where he was, he needed to see something else beside this darkness that engulfed him. He tried to steady his breathing as much as he could and tried to think of some exercise he could do that Donnie showed him if ever had an attack. He remembered counting to one hundred help the most when he couldn't access anything else.
"One…two…th-three….f-f-four…" He took a shaky breath.
What Mikey didn't realize was that he was being watched. There was small camera in the corner of the small transport and on the other side of the lens was a communication center watching him closely. Rictor sat on top of a table and watch the screen that contained Mikey and watch as he struggled for breath, studying him as he breathed in harshly seeing his struggle. Rictor had studied Michelangelo briefly before bringing him to his hell bound home; this was an interesting piece of information that he was going to put into good use when the time came. Rictor smiled to himself as he watched this young turtle. Something in Michelangelo made a light in the darkest part of Rictor spark. It was the innocence that ruminated off of the young terrapin that was bringing out the sadistic parts of Rictor out once more onto the surface. The need, the lust to break and destroy this spirit that was filled with so much life and threat, this wasn't some random affiliation he felt, this was determination and a mission set to his own standards to slaughter any hint of happiness, any glint of hope, any sign of relief that this child showed him. He couldn't help but to growl at the thought of the small turtles smile. He looked over to the side where there was a folder. He moved the folder so it opened and first appeared was a photograph. The four turtles and their sensei all huddled together in a family photo. He looked closely. He remembered when he was looking for new members to join his fight and was introduced to the turtles that have became a symbol of hope to so many. Looking to the eldest. Leonardo, his humble smile and dark colored eyes shows so many lessons learned, so many fights fought and conquered. The experience gleamed off of his body. The same sense of accomplishment was raised to the purple banded turtle. Donatello. His intellect was able to pass any others. His hands were dirtied with experiments and research no one should ever faultier with. He burnt of sin just like Leonardo. Rictor couldn't help but smirk when he ran his hand over Raphael. He was the worst of them all. If he believed in a being called god, he believed that Raphael would be shunned from any peace and suffer at the hands of the devil. His hands tainted with so much blood. Even if it wasn't of that of innocence, it still lingered. His burning golden eyes filled with so much determination. He was a protector, even if it meant sacrificing his own innocence. Raphael's arm wrapped around Michelangelo's shoulders. His smile, it made Rictor Grimace slightly. His bright blue eyes with so much hope, it made Rictor's blood boil. He knew these turtles lived the fear of being caught by humans, to be forced to live in the shadows, and yet here this young turtle, lit up a room with his optimistic personality but Rictor couldn't help but to smile at a little recognition he thought up. The world known as earth was being starved of a leader, intelligence, a fighter and protector, and innocence.
His scaly fingers closed the folder back and sliding it slightly across the table. He looked at one of the workers who watched the monitors of all the cells and activities. He looked back up at Michelangelo who was leaning up against the glass. His breathing was faltered. His panic growing slightly. A small growl of pleasure seeped through Rictor's closed mouth. He couldn't help but feel amused seeing this teenager in so much discomfort. He found it a bit…arousing. The bell rang as the fight as about to begin. Rictor stood up, moving his head side to side as it cracked loud enough to be heard. He stood and watched as Mikey's cylinder opened.
Mikey shot open his eyes as he saw the front of the cylinder opened and the first chance he had, he bolted out the front and fell to his knees. Hands still cuffed, he put his hands behind his head trying to calm his breathing. It's been so long since he has been in such a small area he couldn't remember how to control himself. After he felt himself at ease, he looked down at the ground and saw dirt. He cocked his head and looked up and saw he was in some kind of forest. He kneeled in an open field and took note of his surroundings. Green pine trees all around him, dirt splotches mixed with grass vibrant and full in season were all around him. The one thing he did notice was that there was no sound. He stood up slowly still looking around. Mikey always appreciated the sight of nature the sights, smell…." That was another thing Mikey noticed, it didn't smell. There was no fresh sent of pine or the sour sent of dust when he shuffled through the dirt. Where was he now?
Mikey didn't think too much of it when he felt a slight pinch in his wrist when he saw the handcuffs disappear. He was waiting for a slight breeze to lick away the small pinch of heat and pain but notice there was no breeze. He looked up to see the fluffy white clouds in the sky and the large rounded sun staring down back at him. He wanted nothing more then to feel the sensation of the suns rays but wasn't granted. There was no sense of warmth coming from this sun, no sense of life. He stood listening trying to function what was going on and how to approach it. This whole time he had been here he was comparing this experience with the Tricaritons Games and notices many similarities but plenty of differences. He looked around trying to find his opponent. He couldn't help but be confused when he saw there was no audience, there were no announcers, nothing to clarify that there were witnesses to the events that were happening.
Suddenly a loud thumping sound caught Mikey's attention. A roar made Goosebumps run up Mikey's skin and let out a small whimper. He stepped back away from the sound of the monster coming towards him. Clashing through the large trees, he emerged to show he was a large dragon type creature. Standing taller then Mikey by three times his height. He had a broad body that was covered with scars and infection. Swelling all around the snout of his face but his growling showed his perfectly sharp teeth. The large claws larger then Mikey's entire body. The anger and fear in the dragon's eyes made Mikey gulp in his own fear. Sure he fought and beat Kluh but Kluh was no where as big as this guy was. Mikey unconsciously took another step back never taking his eyes off of the large beast. His heart stammered slightly, he was really scared. When he really thought about it, the fight with Kluh, sure he was scared but he knew if he messed up or if he wasn't strong enough, then his brothers would be by his side. This guy, this beast had the goal to kill. Kill Mikey off and get the rewards. Mikey gulped.
"So, uh-how about w-we just call this one a draw okay?" Mikey put his hands with retreat and gave a weak, scared smile. The dragon stomped forward and growled deep.
"I will slice you into tiny pieces and devour every piece of you!" He growled. Mikey winced in realization; this isn't something he can't simply get out of. No matter what he says, no matter how he tries to talk to this beast, his intentions were to kill.
Mikey didn't function what happened after the dragon swiped his large claw against Mikey, sending him to the side till he hit roughly against one of the trees. Thank god he had a shell or else that blow would have done him in. He slid down the trunk of the tree before falling on his plastron. He groaned as he pushed himself up onto his knees. What was he gonna do? He didn't now how to fight this guy. Brute force wasn't going to work; Mikey didn't have enough muscle mass for that. That was Raph's territory. Coming up with a strategy? Couldn't hurt to do but he had to make distance between him and his new friend? Mikey eyes flicked to the dragon that had his head back slightly as if sucking in air. Mikey thought of it for a moment, dragon sucking in air pretty hard which only meant…
"Ah shit..." He mumbled before jumping out of the way as the blazing flames from the dragons force was aimed towards the trees that Mikey was jumping through. Flipping and jumping to avoid the hits a heat flashing at him, Mikey was at a complete loss. He didn't think this was fair, he was able to blow fire out of his freaking mouth and yet here he was without any weapons. Mikey took some shaky breaths as he stood on a high branch on one of the trees that wasn't attacked by the fire yet. He heard the dragon growl.
"You jump around like a flea…" He growled.
"Yea well sorry fire and I don't get along so the grownup thing for me to do is keep my distance." Mikey said sarcastically. For now he could cover his fear with humor, it calmed him slightly when he tried to focus on what to do. He watch attentively below him as the dragon stalked around the tree he was in.
"You know what happens to insects when they don't behave?" He asked his question. Mikey crouched slightly looking down getting the feeling the dragon didn't know where he was. He pressed his mouth into a thin line making sure not to make a sound. He was very much tempted to answer with a sarcastic remark but it wasn't worth giving up his location no matter how tempting it was.
"They get burned..." The dragon replied before looking up meeting eyes with Michelangelo. Mikey was frozen. The golden eyes filled with so much anger and desperation bored into Mikey's baby blues as his eyes went wide taking a attentive breath before the dragon let out a howling ball of fire engulfing the entire tree till the leaves flew off with small patches of fire with them fly off. The dragon looked up at the tree carefully and noticed that no body had fallen but grinned slightly at the sight of blood dimly showed on the bark of the branch Michelangelo was standing on. He might have gotten away for now but he will catch him.
Mikey sat on top of another tree high up close to the top as far as he could away from the dragon. He was sweating intensely as he leaned his head back scrunching his eyes tightly together. His hand ghostly went over his right leg as he felt the blood drip down his leg. This hurt, this hurt really bad. He cracked open an eyes and looked at his leg to see the skin was bubbling slightly and the opened wounds were pouring with blood. Mikey could smell his burnt flesh and wanted to vomit. The burning smell mixed with the sent of iron filled his nostrils and his head began to spin. He was so stupid! How could he let that happen? He was so engulfed how the dragon was staring at him he couldn't move fast enough.
Mikey let out a shallow yelp as he took deep, sharp breaths, anything to release some of the pain. The feeling of small tears prickled on the side of his eyes bud he wouldn't let them fall.
"No, no this isn't something to cry over. I-it may hurt like shit but ya gotta suck it up Mikey. You wanna be alive when your bros find you. Don't want them lecturing you about being dead." He gave a sorrowful chuckle. He looked up above to see the leaves covering most of the sky, allowing very little light through, creating small patterns all around him but still he felt no warmth. He saw small holding of water in the pockets of the leaves and knew he had to cool off the burn. He closed his eyes, pushing back the pain in his leg and knew he had to do something with it. He stretched out his left leg, careful to make little movement so he wouldn't interrupted his right leg. He slowly slid off his knee pad and began to rip it so it became a long piece of cloth. He sighed, feeling the sweat drip down his face, stinging his eyes slightly. He reached up and slowly one at a time, pulled down a leaf with the water in the pockets. He held the leaf still as he brought the leathered thinned out knee pad up to his face and put the thicker part in his mouth. He took a few attentive breaths before moving to place the water over the burn. He leaned his head back and allowed the small amount of water to engulf the burn. Biting down tightly onto the leather, he let out a silent cry. He began to whimper as he crushed the leaf in his hand, draining it of any fluid it still had. He breathing was erratic, but the burn was still bad. He figured it was border lined between and second and third degree burn. After he calmed down, he repeated the process a few more times before finally deciding to wrap the stretched knee pad around to avoid any infection.
He sat with his knee propped up and he had to think. He couldn't get tagged with another one of those fire blasts. He needed to bring down the giant quick and easy. Michelangelo was studying the beast movements and noticed he was a little wobbly. This gave Mikey the idea that he had been there for a while. He could tell this beast was pushing his limits and Mikey had to take advantage of this because if he didn't, then he could kiss his life goodbye. He sighed. Alright, He used a bit of Donnie work for his medical issues. Now its time to put Leo's intuition into some good use.
The dragon wondered around the forest for sometime looking for the young turtle in hopes he would soon find him. He was so tired and he just wanted to get this done and over with so he could just go back to his cell and sleep. He watched the turtle closely, reading those big eyes of his. He looked of fear and confusion and that only fueled the dragon to continue his searched for the young terrapin and end his life quickly and painfully. The dragon knew that this death would be better suited for such a young child like this one. It was better then living in those cells and suffering terribly. Rumors went around about Rictor's interest in this restless teenager and knew the turtle's fate unless he killed him now.
The dragon continued walking until he was faced with Michelangelo. He stood a few yards away from with a solid look on his face. No smiles, no jokes. The dragon took notice that he leaned on his left leg for his right leg was burned. He grinned slightly at the thought he nicked him slightly.
"Are you giving up?" He asked taking a step forward and Mikey took a step back.
"Not even close." Mikey said with a smirk. That light, that light the dragon saw earlier was back. He growled. He must diminish this light before Rictor could. He took another step forward only for Mikey to mimicked his earlier movement.
"Do you fear me child?" He asked taking another step forward and Mikey taking another step back.
"I did at first, but then I realized you're just a hot head and I know how to handle those pretty well. Heck I live with one." His smile only grew wider. The dragon growled.
"Then why do you keep stepping away from Me.?" He asked. This time, Mikey didn't move but took out two sharp stick he sharpened with a rock from his belt and looked at the dragon.
"I was just getting you into position." He said. The dragon cocked his head to the side in confusion until he watched Michelangelo swing the stick hitting a vine that quickly cut. The sound of rushing wind caught the Dragons ears as he looked over to see a flying log coming from his side. He didn't have time to move as it quickly crashed into his side knocking him in between a tree and a log. It locked into place as Mikey hit another vine. The vine released a dozen smaller logs right on top of the dragons head. The sound of crunching sound made Mikey grimace slightly. He quickly grabbed another piece of vine and walked back a few steps. Mikey watched as the dragon released the log from his stomach and Mikey looked to see it left a huge indent of the outside of the log in his stomach. It was bleeding only slightly but that would be a nasty infection. The dragon growled leaning his head back getting ready for another blow. Mikey was quick to acted when he jumped onto the back of the dragons head and brought the vine from underneath his chin and pulled up, making the dragon choke on the fire, which was now burning his throat. He pulled tightly and began to wrap around the snout of the dragon making sure the tie was tight. He jumped off and winced slightly landing on his bad leg. He watched the dragon for a few moments till he quickly kick swiped him and he landed right on his back. Mikey took his sharpest stick and placed a foot on the dragon before stabbing the dragon in the side of his shoulder with one quick thrust. The dragon screamed within his restraints and Mikey couldn't help but wince. He felt his stomach drop in regret for hurting this monster. He knew it was life or death and he knew only one of them was walking out of here alive, but he didn't want to kill someone who has done nothing to him. Mikey bit his bottom lip as he took the stick and sliced into the dragon's biceps and calves, leaving him completely immobile. Mikey dropped his stick before moving to remove the vine around the dragon's mouth. Mikey wasn't quick enough when the dragon bit onto Mikey's arm. With a yelp in pain, he punched the dragon continuously until he hit the side of his jaw, forcing him to let go. Mikey took a deep breath a he looked at the damage. His left forearm was terribly bruised and was dripping blood from the deep teeth marks. He was actually surprised by the bite; it didn't hurt as bad as he thought it was going to. It was loose a little weak. Mikey realized it was the dragons final attempted to fight. He looked down at the dragon who was gasping for air. Mikey didn't do that much damage on him but from previous fights he must be exhausted. He looked at the dragon with sad eyes.
"Sorry bro, you lost." He said quietly. The dragon looked at him was daggers.
"Then finish me." He growled Mikey gulped. He wanted to play mercy. He can't kill him. He just couldn't. It wasn't his nature to kill. No matter what happened, no matter what situation he would never kill. He licked his lips as his hands were limply to his sides, ignoring the protests coming from his arm being in this position.
"Im sorry I can't." Mikey admitted. He saw panic. Panic filled the dragon's eyes.
"Please young boy you must finish me now! I need no mercy please!" He cried. He heard the whimper in the dragon's voice. Mikey took a step back and shook his head slightly.
"You must understand! Only a monster would call mercy!" He cried trying to sit up but failed. Mikey straightened at his attempt but his eyes never left him.
"Michelangelo." A voice sounded. He looked around and saw no one. It was that Rictor guy's voice.
"Do you play mercy?" He asked. His voice was so cold and slithery it made Mikey's skin crawl. He took a gulp before shaking his head yes and looking away from the dragon.
"No! NO!" The dragon screamed. Mikey couldn't look at him. He didn't want him to suffer but, he couldn't kill him. Suddenly he felt the ground from under him move and he was engulfed in the black cylinder like he was earlier. Before completely covered in darkness, he looked at the dragon and saw the small sense of tears running down his eyes. Mikey's heart ached as he took a shaky sigh. He could help but slide down the side of the cylinder and sat on the floor. Careful with his leg, he brought his knees up and buried his face in his arms, not wanting to think anymore of that fight, instead, he was thinking about his family. He just wanted to go home now.