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Chapter 6: Memory Loss
Darkness surrounded the turtle as he laid silent. His mind was cut off from anything. The memories he once cherished seemed to vanish. He didn't know where he was or who he was. All he knew was he's been floating in this darkness for quite sometime. How long has it been? Days? Weeks? Months? The turtle just doesn't know.
"Mikey wake up!" A voice spoke. The turtle looked around the darkness, confused. Mikey? That name sounded oddly familiar. The voice though he didn't recognized. It sounded a bit high pitch.
"Come on buddy wake up!" Another voice took. This one sounded deeper, rougher and husky, the voice also sounded scared.
"Mikey, please wake up!" A third voice cried. The voice sounded sad as if the owner was about to break down. Who is this Mikey, the turtle asked himself. He gazed down at his big hands. How could he be a turtle? What on earth made him this way? Why wasn't he human if he could walk like one? Why doesn't he remember a thing?
"Michelangelo my son come back to us." A soothing voice approached. His voice was calming. The turtle felt something overcome him. A feeling that made him feel protected. The turtle suddenly saw a light through the darkness. The turtle cocked his head before slowly walking to it. Fear pinged him but the voice appeared again, making that fear vanish. "My son…."
Who was this Mikey guy? Or was he Michelangelo? The turtle had no clue, he just knew there was light in this dark abiss. As he got closer to the light he saw figures above him. His vision blurred a bit. Who were those figures?
Going closer and closer those figures began to get clearer. The turtle realized his eyes were opening to another world. This world was full of light and other people, well other turtles? And a rat? The turtle's body began to move as he sat up. He stared at the others. There was a rat standing behind the couch. A red masked turtle was standing next to the rat, leaning over the couch. His green eyes on the turtle. The turtle's eyes gazed over to the other two turtles. The purple masked turtle was sitting near the turtle's feet and the blue masked turtle was kneeling onto the floor looking up at the turtle. The turtle blinked a bit. Who were these people?
"Mikey your okay!" The red masked turtle hugged the turtle, fear came over the turtle and pushed off the red clad, and scooted away from them. The turtle shifted his gaze over all of them. The red masked turtle looked surprised and a bit hurt.
The purple masked turtle gazed in confusion. "Mikey?"
The blue masked turtle grabbed the turtle's hand, making the turtle scoot further away. Fear filled him. "Who are you…." The turtle finally found his voice. "Where am I?" He asked, in a scared voice.
The purple turtle widened his eyes. "Mikey don't you know us?"
"Who is Mikey?" The turtle asked.
The rat, and the three turtles looked at each other then at the turtle, fear and worry filled their eyes, along with something else, something that looked to be sadness. The purple turtle looked more guilty than sad, but the turtle doesn't know why. The turtle frowned. He got to his feet and looked around, it seemed like this was a house of some sort. The turtle turned to the turtles and rat. They looked like they were in mourning. But what for?
"Why are you all sad?" The turtle asked.
The blue masked turtle stood on his feet and looked at the turtle. His blue eyes has small unshed tears in them. He hugged the turtle, throwing him off balance for a moment. "Im so sorry Mikey….."
"Who is this Mikey?" The turtle asked but all he got was some soft sobs from the blue turtle who hugged him.
Why does this world give off such sadness? The turtle asked himself as he stood there letting the blue masked turtle cry.
