Authors Notes:
I'm so sorry it's taken so long to drag this out and post but I keep getting distracted! Blame 30 years of shredder that's been my focus but alas I have returned to try and figure out what our beautiful little Mikey sees under that red fluids influence. Please be gentle should our dear boys suffer terrible pains…heh.
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Mikey's Descent
CH.2
The floor fell out from under my feet after my threat to the not so nice voices. I don't know how long I fell but the fact that I had time to think "wow I'm still falling" gives me an idea. The ground came out of no where but since I couldn't see anything that was hardly surprising. I hit heels first and heard a sickening crunch. I don't even want to know what snapped.
All of the sudden something struck my beak and I remember tasting blood. After that they came from everywhere at once in the darkness I never saw them coming. The strikes continued even after my shattered knees buckled and I felt the cold floor on the side of my face. Slowly blissful weightlessness over took me as I lost the battle with consciousness.
The sounds of voices were around me as I fluttered about on various happy clouds. Then a slight prick on my arm….
Mikey's Horror
A strong feeling to wake up shook me as I tried to crawl deeper into my blankets. No. Sleep is good. I felt something hit my pillow millimeters from my beak and instinct said it was a good idea to open my eyes. There, consuming my entire line of vision, was a slender blade that connected to an ivory hilt bearing the symbol of the foot. I rolled off the bed onto my feet.
No one.
What the hell?
A glance to the mirror told me I was not harmed nor was my room disturbed in anyway. Well, no more than usual. I heard a soft keening noise from my pillow. Moving to the bed, I looked closer at the slender bladed knife still imbedded at my pillow. Around, the silver edge, a slight rim of red was steadily growing, as the keening became weaker.
Then I saw it: A small orange tail gave a final flick from under my pillow. No. Slowly I withdrew the knife and moved the pillow. I heard a very quiet sob, it didn't occur to me that came from me. On top of my Silver Sentry bed spread in a tangled and bloody mess lay…
Klunk.
I don't know how long I sat there, just holding her. I screamed for my brothers. How this of could happened. While I held her, stroking her red coated fur, it occurred to me. Why hadn't they come? I had called them…screamed their names…nothing.
My legs were jelly as I stood up, still holding Klunk, and made my way down the hall.
The main room was empty.
Master Splinter's room was empty.
Leo's room was empty.
Raphael's room was empty.
Donnie's room was empty.
No TV
No Computer
No candles were burning.
Nothing.
Absloutely barren.
No proof my brothers or father had ever been here.
Gone.
I don't know how long I searched the empty rooms, or how long I screamed even after I lost my voice. Ultimately with my energy spent I collapsed in the middle of the empty room where we practiced for years. Clinging to my beautiful Klunk and screaming for my family.
Alone….I can't survive alone.
So I guess I'll….
Mikey's Doom
END. Three turtles left.
Is Mikey Alive? Is he dead? Is it real, or just real to him?
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