No Way Out
Ok, I'm losing my mind. First, the guy teleports in front of me, then he decides to try and rip my jaw off, then he kills himself, but he should have been already dead. Shouldn't he have been? I can still taste the disgusting blood in my mouth, no matter how much I spit it out. My stomach cringes as my eyes fly past the man, lying down on the ground. Head dented, eye hanging out of its socket, jaw still not there. The sight actually scared Mikey a bit, but not as much as what the man did to him.
I mean how that man could produce such a profound scream. Whoa, Profound? That's a word I don't use a lot, Don would be proud of me. Anyway I can't see how that's possible. But nothing is as scary as the fact that the man has been alive and looking at me since I woke up. I shiver just thinking about it.
I start to feel my hands go numb, is that bad? Probably, right? I mean there are hooks through them, wouldn't I be losing blood?
I look up at my hands and see that they are dry, like someone stopped the bleeding before I woke up. Ok wait, if they brought me to die, then why would they stop the bleeding in my hands? I mean wouldn't they not stop the blood so I could die quicker? That must mean…that they don't want me to die. So…wow…I'm confused.
Am I supposed to get out of this? If so then how? I mean if I'm supposed to then shouldn't they have made it a little easier? I guess it's possible I could get out of here, but…HOW?
I feel my headache begin to form again, I close my eyes and try and calm myself down.
Ok Mikey, let's just get back to the basics.
Where are you?
No idea.
How did you get here?
No idea.
Are you're brothers here?
Possibly, not sure.
Are you going to die?
Most likely.
I sigh and focus on the first question. I open my eyes and look around the room, the walls were dark, but I could see a little bit of them, no door from what I see. No light switch, but the small light that hung from the ceiling was on, how? No idea, but it didn't give off much light.
Anyway concrete beneath me, rock walls, one vent on the ceiling. That's about it, other than that just a lot of cobwebs and spiders. Yuck, I see one. Gross.
I sigh, not because of sadness, although I am sad, not because of fear, although I am scared, but out of boredom. Is that weird? I mean I could die here, but I'm still bored, couldn't they have put a TV in here of something? I'm so spoiled.
*Sigh*
Umm…I don't know what to say. Or think actually.
I kind of don't want to think about that guy anymore, don't want to think I might die, don't want to think that my brothers aren't here. So what to think about?
I watched Mary Poppins recently and the part where she's singing in the cartoon world. It's the only part I remember, but she said that saying a special word well help you say something when you have nothing to say. I never believed it, but what the hell right? Nothing better to do. I clear my throat.
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Ok that didn't work, thanks Mary…thanks for ruining my childhood.
Ok enough fooling around, I have to find a way to get off these freaking hooks. I could just rip them off, it would hurt like hell, and I might not be able to use my hands anymore, but I'd be off. Nah, I don't think I could do that anyway, if I hated pain then why would I cause myself like the worst pain ever.
No, I have to think of something else.
Come on Mikey, you're the one that would usually get us out of bad situations, they might not be good ones, but you'd get out. Not like Don, he gets us out unharmed. And Leo, well he doesn't even get us into a situation for us to get out of. I want them here, badly.
No….I don't want them here….I need them here.
"Guys" I say softly.
God I can't do this by myself…even if I do get out of here, or if I don't, I can't do this by myself. I close my eyes tightly, feeling a wave of tears begin to form. I bit my lip and sniff in, trying to man up. Well, if my brothers are here, then I need to get out of these damn hooks and find them.
Who hooks? Someone tell me that? Who hooks someone's hands and expect them to escape? Maybe I'm supposed to injure my hands to the point where I can't use them anymore. Makes sense. Kind of. Ok I need to think, I look up at the chains again, I move my fingers, they weren't the strongest, but they moved. I try to get the strongest grip on the hook as I can, then without really thinking I swing my legs.
I bring my legs back and then hard forward again, I'm getting some air. Now what and I going to do? As I think, I feel the wall behind me brush against my ankle. At first I was surprised, then I grinned. Swinging my legs forward, then jerked them back as high as I can. I feel them both land flat on the wall, I strain to keep them up there, my hands scream in pain, but I ignore them and manage to keep myself up.
Ok…ok…ok this is hard, I feel every muscle in my arms and legs work all at once. I take short sharp breaths and clench my teeth to keep myself up. Ok I have to think fast or I'm going to fall and it's going to hurt like hell. I look at the hooks and see my hands near each other.
I let out a weird sound, it was kind of like a laugh and a cough. But anyway I watch my hands start to shake as they strain to keep me up. I move my hands and actually manage to wrap my fingers around the other hook. I smile and held it as tight as I could, then begin slowly sliding my palm out of the hook.
"Get out of there" I say softly as it traveled up the hook.
I feel my legs shaking massively, then start to go numb. No no no no no NO! I yelp as my legs buckled and my body flew down and swung massively forward, I scream as I feel my hand slid back into the hook and even pull a little, tearing more skin. I swing limply for a second, thinking of how stupid that idea was.
I need to start thinking outside the box. I almost jump when I feel something wet hit my nose. I shake my head to get the liquid off my nose, oh god.
ACHOO!
Bless me.
Anyway I look up and see a large hold in my hand, hook still protruding through it. Then I see blood fall from my hand and land on my face. GAH, I got it in my mouth!
I shook away the blood and thought hard about how to get out of here. No way am I trying what I just did again. That was too painful AND made matters worse. I clench my teeth to try and lessen the newly formed pain in my hand.
Come on Mikey, there has to be a way. I haven't been this stuck ever since that one time when Raph and I got stuck in the tunnels. We were out patrolling and foot ninjas tried to ambush us, but we quickly got away by getting in a man hole. Bad part was that we weren't in a familiar part of town. So we were trapped. Raph kept telling me that we would find a ladder and get out, but the weird thing was. There we're no ladders!
Like all the ladders decided to go away right when me and Raph got stuck. After walking for literally hours, we gave up and slept in the sewers. IN THE SEWERS! Just imagine you're bed, Ok? Now imagine you're bed if it were made of rock, Ok? Now imagine you're bed if it were made of rock with a creek of flowing water underneath you.
Well sleeping in the tunnels was about ten times worse than that, but we slept. Hey, you would sleep anywhere if you were tired enough. When we woke up we continued down the tunnel, stomach's growling in hunger.
Then Raph noticed a cut in the wall. Perfectly matched his sai, he told me he thrashed it when he was mad at Leo. Then he took off down the tunnel, I tried my best to keep up with him, but that dude was fast. Then he stopped abruptly and I slammed right into him.
"Watch it will ya?" I can hear Raph's voice say it as if he were in the room.
"Sorry bro" I said to him.
Then it got all silent.
"Mikey" His voice was so calm, "We're home"
The conversation played out as if it happened two seconds ago. I looked around and noticed I wasn't standing in the tunnels with Raph. It made my heart cringe.
We stood there for what felt like hours before we went inside, Don was in there, hugged from worry and called Leo, telling him that we were back at the lair.
But throughout that time me and him were stuck, I always had him, and he promised me that everything would get better, but now? All I have is me, myself and I. I try to tell myself that everything will get better, but I don't believe it, I need to hear it from my brothers.
"I miss you guys" I say softly.
OK! Let's get back to reality.
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Ok I'm lost. I don't know what to do. I'm just hanging here, thinking of ways to get off these hooks and recalling old memories which make me feel even worse right now. My palm gives off a dull pain as I continue hanging here. Screw it! I'm just going to rip through them, it's really my only option. I look up at my hands and watch my palms as I bring my legs up, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Then I take my leg and jerk them down hard, feeling my palms tug. I clench my teeth as a new pain forms and replaced the dull one. I start breathing short sharp breaths, trying to make the pain stop.
But I have to do keep doing it, this time I did it without thinking, just take my leg and slam it down, making the new pain even worse, but it's not getting anywhere. I look up and think to myself.
Holy crap this one is going to hurt, but I just may get out of this. I try and hook my fingers around the hook as best as I could again, my heart is beating a hundred times faster, I know this is going to hurt like hell, but I have to do it.
I take a deep breath, Come on Mikey.
"Come on Mikey, you can do this"
Screw it, I do a pull up with the hooks and slowly strain my body to move up between the hooks. Fiery pain course through my body, I feel the blood fall from my palm and run down my legs. I clench my teeth and stop pulling myself up, now just trying to keep myself up here.
Holy crap I'm going to be sore.
Anyway I look up, teeth clenched, every muscle in my body screeching for mercy, wounds on palms getting bigger.
Ok, I have to do it, I have to.
Without thinking, no hesitation, I let my body drop, sky rocketing back to hanging at such a speed that my hands just might rip off. I close my eyes and ready myself for the pain.
Then I stopped, back to a hanging position, white hot pain progress's its way up through my arms and into my body. I scream in pain, well I do scream in pain, but most of it is just because of pure anger. My hands are still hooked.
"OH COME ON!" I scream.
How the hell am I supposed to get out of this!
I franticly look around the room in search for anything, more of my blood spills out onto my nose, I shake it off and continued looking around the room. That dead guy is still lying there, his jaw is also still there. But that's not going to help me. Then I see it, the hooks. The dead guys hook. They weren't that far from me. Then I get the idea.
Nice thinking Mikey.
I smile as I take my legs and swing them back, then forward, then back, then forward again. I repeat this progress until I get high enough. Then once my feet brush against the hook, I swing them back, then hard forward, I lift them up and actually manage to rest my foot on hook, first try, avoiding damage. I make this weird noise as I try and get the other on the hook, then as I rest it on there, it rubs painfully against the sharp edge of the hook, slicing through the skin, but it was just a little cut.
I cough out a laugh as I see my feet resting on the hooks. Then I look up at my hooks and notice my palms are bleeding little more. I have to be fast. I swing my hands and manage to get my fingers around the other hook. I hold the hook as tightly as I can and then begin to try and inch my palm through the hook.
It's working!
My palm slowly moves through the hook as I edge it further and further. "Come on" I say softly. Then I can't wait, as my palm gets closer and closer, I clench my teeth and jerk my palm out of the hook. I inhale sharply with the unexpected pain. I take a couple deep breaths, then look at my hand, finally off the hook, gaping hole in the palm.
I smile, knowing that this was going to work.
Then I feel as the hooks my feet are on get lower and lower. I look, Oh god, NO!
The hook broke from the ceiling and sent me swinging back, feet hitting the wall. I scream as my palm that's still hooked gives off an excruciating pain. I take my other hand and reach up and grab my hooked hand, feeling the blood rush out of my palm. I groan as I stop swinging, but my palm still giving off short and sharp pains.
I let my other hand drop to my side. Only me, only I can go from being hooked through two palms, then to one. Wow, Raph wouldn't let me hear the end of that one.
Great, now what am I going to do?
I look up and look at the chain, then I got it. I ready myself, ignoring the pain. I reach my arm up and wrap my fingers around the chain. Then once again, pull myself up. My feet kick under me as I strain every muscle to get my body up there.
Once my body reached up past the hook, I tighten my grip on the chain and then focus on my hand that's hooked. I slowly inch it closer and closer off the hook. Ok I can't keep this position for much longer, screw going slow.
I brace myself and move the hand faster thought the hook, just as It reached the top, I jerk it out of the hook, I feel my body start to fall and reach for the other hook. I hang there for a second, hanging onto the chain, not wanting to fall hard to the floor. But my arm muscles screamed in pain as I tried to keep myself up there.
I feel my hands slowly start too slid down the chain, what the hell, can't be any worse right? I let go of the chain and feel as the hook painfully tears though my skin and travels up most on my arm, I scream at the unexpected pain. It rips out of my skin as I plummet into the ground. I laid there limp as I hit the ground, not wanting to move, feeling every muscle in my body throb, my palms were numb, which was good I guess, and my arm had a huge tear from my wrist to my elbow. That I knew I needed to get fixed soon or it would get really bad.
But not right now, now I'm just too much in pain to even think. So I'm not going to, I'm just going to lay here. Hell and maybe even die from blood loss.
But hey.
At least I'm off those hooks.