Cold Feeling of Death

I feel an icy chill run down my spine at the sight of Hun, but what I didn't expect is seeing him tied down in a doctor's chair. I stare in a mixture of confusion and fear, not knowing which one to feel.

"What are you doing here?" He shouts, startling me half to death.

"I...I don't know" I tell him.

He stares at me, the staring is really freaking me out, I feel my insides turn in fear at the look he gave me.

"Where are we?" Hun asked.

I hesitate on answering him, I really don't want to be near him, all the crap he's put us through didn't really sit well in my stomach, I start thinking about leaving the room, but that would mean taking my chances with that freaky dude out there. Yeah, rather stay with Hun then that dude.

"Hello! Answer me Damnit!" Hun shouted.

"Screw you!" I yell, feeling anger begin to take control.

"Listen you piece of shit, you better let me the hell out of this god damn chair before I get out and rip you're god damn head off!" Hun screamed.

My anger is replaced with fear, I turn away and go for the door out of here, but he stops me.

"Wait"

I stop, not wanting to hear a single word he says, but I stop anyway.

"Listen…we got off on the wrong foot…just…hear me out" Hun said.

I feel a bunch of things in my body, but trust wasn't one of them, but I turn around and look at him, "Go on"

"I don't know where we are…you don't know where we are, and I'm sure you're just as scared as I am" Hun stated, "But…we don't have to be alone, you can let me out of this chair, and we can help each other out"

I take in everything he said, was he really up for helping me?

"I mean, I've seen you fight…you fast! Like…really fast…and I'm pretty big, so we would make a pretty good team" Hun said.

"A good team?" I spat, "You mean team up with you and forget the years of crap you put us through?"

"I know…but just know that I never meant any of that stuff…I just did that because Oroku had me do that stuff for him" Hun sounded innocent, like not himself. I don't like it, but I shouldn't just leave him here.

"I don't know…"

"Please Michelangelo, I'm begging you…I'll help you"

He begging me? Ok…this is weird, Hun begging me to let him out? And he just randomly burst out on me like that…I mean, I've known this guy for years and I haven't known him to burst out like that…it has to be this place, something about this place is getting to all of us.

I sigh, "Fine"

Hun's face changed from worry to relief, I look around the room for something to get him out, my eye's sweep across a table, then a cabinet. I went to the cabinet and opened it, revealing several cutting tools, but one caught my eye.

A meat cleaver.

I smile as I wrap my hand around the wooden handle and yank it out. I held it for a second, then went to Hun. I walked behind him and saw his hands tied together by ropes. Should I really let him out? Would he actually help me? He might, guess I better find out, I just have to keep my eye on him.

I begin to cut through the rope, slowly watching it split apart. Then I jerked it down and the two half's of the rope broke, falling to the ground. Hun moved his hand's in front of him and rubbed his wrists, he stood up and backed away from the chair.

There was an awkward silence before Hun started speaking.

"Thanks" He said.

I was hesitant, my fear slowly rose at the thought of him standing next to me. I tighten the grip of the cleaver, "Don't mention it"

"Are you're brothers here?" Hun asked.

I didn't understand why he wanted to know, "I don't know…I woke up alone" I say without mentioning the foot ninja.

"Same here"

We both turn around and see the same thing, a glass window, two tiny squares cut out of the glass. A large balance scale was behind it, one level with one of the square, the other one was too low.

"What the hell?" Hun said.

I watched Hun walk up to it and place his face on the window, "There's a key there" Hun said loudly. He looked back at me and I looked at the door near him. I walked up to it and turned the door knob, it was locked. "Well I guess we know what door the key opens" I say. "Yeah but how do we get the key?" Hun asked.

I walk next to him and look through the glass, examining the balance scale, "Easy, we just have to find something to put on the scale and we'll get the key…It has to be something heavy" I tell him. "What about that cleaver" He asked.

Upon looking at the blade, then the square, it was obvious that it wouldn't fit. I sighed and looked around the room, then I remembered. When I was being chased, I could have sworn I saw some pieces of rocks lying around the floor.

"I think there are rocks outside, we could use those to tip the balance" I tell Hun. He responded with a weird nod. I look at him, then go to the door, feeling an odd feeling in my gut. I stop at the door and think about it, What if the creature is still out there? Could he be-

My thought was cut off abruptly by a forceful hand slamming my head into the door. I stand dazedly for a millisecond before hitting the ground hard. A hand grips around my neck and I am thrown through the air, my head hit the wall weird and I land on my wounded arm, feeling the searing pain travel up my arm. I finally find my voice and scream in pain.

I look up and see Hun standing over me, smiling.

"Foolish turtle! You actually thought I was going to help you? You're just as worthless as I thought you were" Hun said in a terrifying voice.

He grabbed my leg and lifts me off the ground, as I hang upside down, my head feels about ready to blow up, my hands drop down above my head and I hang limply. He sends his large fist in my face, causing my lip to connect painfully with my tooth, scraping it and tearing the skin. He then launches me into the cabinets, they cave in as I make contact. I fell on the counter, then rolled off onto the ground.

I feel every inch of my body up in flames, my brain hammered against my head unnaturally, my arm sending white hot pain into my body. I place my hands on the ground and cough out, seeing the blood leave my mouth. I wipe it away then try to stand up. I clench onto the ledge of the counter and manage to pull myself up. But as I turn around, I see Hun standing, the chair he was in was now in his hands, and flying straight toward me.

I feel the wood smash against my head and shoulder, smashing into pieces and sending me to the ground once again. I'm in too much shock to think, too much in pain to move or speak. I just lay there, gagging on the blood that flooded my mouth. I feel him grab my foot and start dragging me toward somewhere.

He sets me down and kneels next to me, "Now…I have no idea where I'm at…whose doing this to me…but I'm going to find out…now that doesn't mean that I don't hate you…I said I would do anything to see you four dead…and I'm sticking to it" Hun said, I noticed the meat cleaver in his hand, that sends waves of fear into my throbbing brain.

He grabs my arm and lifts me up, then slams the arm on the table. I cringe in pain, feeling his fingers tightly holding on to my upper arm.

"If you're brothers are really hear, I'll make sure they know what happened" Hun said.

I didn't have time to respond, all I knew was that a new level of pain washed through my body, a pain that I had never experience before. I didn't need to find my voice to start screaming, my vocal cords strained as my screaming grew louder and louder. He lets go of my arm and I fall to the floor, feeling every inch on my body numb.

I lay silent, breathing abnormally, feeling my heart bounce in my chest. My brain was telling my body to stop being in pain, but for once, I didn't think this pain would ever go away. It was still as prominent as the sun on a sunny day.

I feel Hun's hand wrap around my neck, but less painfully this time, I feel my feet slide across the floor as he drags me to the wall. He allows me to rest against the wall as he bends down in front of me.

"I'm really sorry it had to come to this turtle, but I have to…hand it to you" Upon finishing, he held up a severed hand, my body freezes in fear, "You were a big help"

I stared at the hand, the green hand. I almost feel the vomit I had left travel up to my throat. Hun stands up and walks away from me. I look down at my arm, seeing a bloody stub where my hand was supposed to be.

"NO!" I manage to scream, my voice sounded hoarsely and unnatural. Hun looks back at me and I watch him, he smiles as he stuffs my hand through the tiny square, it didn't look like it was going to fit, but he squeezed it in there. The balance beam shot down and the opposite end shot up to the square. Hun reached his hand through the small square and grabs the key.

I shift my feet and end up flopping on the ground, I reach my good hand toward him and scream. Pleading him not to do this. He just looked back at me and smiled as he slid the key into the door. I didn't have much of a choice, nor was it a good idea, but it was worth a shot.

"KILL ME" I scream.

He freezes, slowly looking back at me.

"Please…just kill me…I don't want to live anymore" I say softly.

I can see it in his face that he felt pity for me, or maybe just joy. But he stops what he was doing and slowly walks to me, kneeling down near me.

"Is the turtle giving up?" Hun says mockingly.

"Just do it…I can't take it anymore" I say innocently.

Hun stays silent, "You're choice" He said.

He moves his hands to grab my neck, when I feel his palms touch my neck, I wrap my fingers around the piece of wood from the chair and force it deep into Hun's neck. Instantly feeling the blood wash over my arm, Hun's eye's shoot open as he stares at me in shock.

"YOU LIKE THAT YOU SON OF A BITCH" I scream as I yank it out and force it into his neck again. He slowly starts teetering, then hits the ground, I find the strength to push myself up and on top of him, taking the wood piece and shoving it deep into his chest. I take it out and ram it back into his chest, I do this several more times, seeing his foot ninja shirt soaked with his blood. The blood floods up to his mouth and flows down his cheek.

I slam it into his chest one last time before throwing the piece of wood into the wall. I fall off of him and sit on the floor, sliding away from the choking and dying Hun. I couldn't bring himself to watch Hun slowly suffered, so I looked away and allowed the fresh wave of moist tears fell from his eyes. Feeling no sympathy for the dying man, but sympathy for myself.

I…I don't feel like me…I feel like someone else…someone scary…someone that I don't like. It got quiet as my hand continued sending burst of pain through my arm. I didn't want to, but I glanced at Hun and saw him completely still. I look away from the dead Hun and wiped the tears from my face.

I need to get out of here and find something to stop the blood from gushing out of my stub. I quickly find my way to my feet and swayed in place for a second. The nausea crept on my like a ninja, no pun intended.

My vision grew blurry, head felt like much. It didn't help but I closed my eyes and hoped for the best. After a minute of darkness, I staggered to the door and saw the key was still in the lock. I held my stub between my bicep and armpit, feeling the blood roll down my body.

I turned the key and the door swung open. I walked out, feeling sick to my stomach, everything seemed to have dropped in my head at that exact moment, images haunting my memory, I felt like there was twine sewn through my lips, refraining me from speaking. I feel anger, nothing but searing anger boiling in my stomach.

This wasn't a game anymore, trust was thrown out the door, safety had been gone, sanity was quickly leaving my body. I felt nothing of my former self what so ever. The fun loving, trouble making, happy go lucky prankster everyone once knew.

Gone.

With no trace left.

I feel dead. Dead to the world.

Like I'm walking around, but no one can see me.

Hear me.

Like no one even knows I exist.

Walking down the hallway, I see a set of doors, leading to god knows where. But I look on the wall and see a sign marked 'Kitchen'. I instantly follow the sign, skidding my hand against the set of doors as I passed them. My hand continued losing blood, I felt noticeably numb, I look down at my skin and see a sickly pale color. I needed to hurry before I pass out and die.

I see the kitchen and quicken my pace, then it happened.

I stop in front of the kitchen and stared down the hallway, seeing one of the doors slowly swing open on its own. I expect to feel icy chills running down my spine, but I feel nothing. I exhale when I saw the little girl from earlier creep out of the door. She stops and turns, facing me.

We stared at each other for a minute or two. Then a whisper.

"Fuck off"

I then step into the kitchen and quickly spotted the stove. I walked up to it, grabbed a pan from the sink, feeling no strength what so ever. I set the pan down and turn the stove on, leaning against the counter to wait for the pan to heat up.

I…I really just said that. Oh my god, I never said the F word, I mean I never even cursed. Once I said Dammit in front of Leo on accident and he almost slapped me. Of course he didn't but he got really upset. He took me into his room and talked to me.

"Mikey, you shouldn't curse" I can almost hear Leo talking to me as if he were in the room.

"But Raph curses! Why can't I!" I begged.

"Because Raph is a lost soul waiting to be found" Leo said with a smile, "Because you know better Mikey, you're better than that"

At the time I felt like someone squeezed my heart, but now I realize I was being a baby.

"Cursing doesn't fit you Mikey"

That's what he always used to tell me. Cursing didn't fit me, well screw that. I can feel the heat travel up my arm, indicating that it's ready. I breathe out in nervousness. I lift up the pan, held it near my stub and closed my eyes.

Come on Mikey, you can do this.

You can do this.

I clench my teeth and hit the burning pan against my stub, pressing it painfully against the wound. I groan loudly, trying not to scream. My eye's shoot open as my arm felt like it was on fire. After a few minutes of pain, I tossed the pan on the stove and took a deep breath. Closing my eyes and waiting for the intense pain to pass.

Ok…Ok its good enough. I open my eyes and look at the wound, seeing it fully cauterized. I breathe out in relief, but still feel dizzy. I stagger to the sink and turn the facet on, watching the cold water fly out of the hose. I cup my hand under the running water and caught some, then brought it up to my mouth, feeling the refreshing liquid run down my throat. I run my hand under the water once again and take another sip. I smile and do it once again, I sip the liquid and feel it run down my throat. But this sip tasted different, it tasted like metal and salt. All I knew that It certainly wasn't water.

I open my eyes and looked down in the sink, seeing it completely filled with blood.

I spit out what I had left in my mouth and turned the facet off, backing away from the sink of blood. Then something caught my eye as I backed away, I looked and saw the damn little girl standing in the middle of the kitchen. Her hair was pushed away from her face, revealing her pale face which was covered with ghastly streaks of red.

"What the hell" I say softly.

She opened her mouth and nothing came out at first, but then soft mumbles came out of her mouth. It sounded like it was a different language, but nothing he's ever heard off. I feel intense anger come out of nowhere, I scream as I grab the burning pan and swing it at the girl. I felt it smash against her head and heard her body hit the ground.

I caught my breath and looked at the little girl. I felt my heart squeeze when I saw a different little girl. Normal face, long brown hair, cute little dress with flowers on it, a large dent in her head and blood running out of her ear.

"Oh my god" I said softly,

I killed a little girl. I killed her. I feel an odd feeling in my gut, like someone's watching me. I turn around and feel my insides turn to ice.

The sink full of blood remained, but I watched as a figure slowly rose up from the blood. My eye's stricken with fear. I back away from the rising figure and the dead little girl on the ground. My feet stumble upon a chair. I flop down and watch the figure continue to rise. Then it stopped.

Everything quiet for a second, then out of nowhere, the figure jerks his head toward Mikey and stares at him. The blood rushed away from its face and I see it true face. Two large black holes where the eyes are supposed to be, the mouth covered most of the bottom half of the head, no nose was visible.

I can't take it anymore, I bury my face in my arms and scream, "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Everything got quiet. I slowly look up and see that the dead little girl was gone, looked up at the sink and saw the figure was also gone, blood no longer there.

"What the hell is happening to me" I ask myself.