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Chapter 2: current

I think it has only been half an hour of sleep for Mikey when those GI Joes figures decide to wake him up. They're only with two and kind of noisy so no ninjas or anything. I glance towards my little brother who's slowly sitting up. He looks a bit dizzy but otherwise okay. I think he can handle one of those guys, even after being beaten up, for long enough for me to knock them both out. Could work with a some precision.

I lock eyes with Mike and give him a slight nod. His eyes change slightly, determination and a spark of joy filling them up. Leave it to him to have some fun when doing a jailbreak. He gives me a nod in return and stands up. I do the same and take a stance in front of him. If they planned some trick, they'll have to use it on me first. No way they're gonna hurt him any more.

The door of our cell is opened and both of the guys step inside. I glare at them but they don't seem to mind at all. They look kinda confident for two dudes without weapons. Sure, me and Mike don't have any either but they must know we can fight. You would expect them to have some kind of gear with them at the very least.

"You," they point at Mikey. "Come here."

In the corner of my eye I can see Mikey taking a step forwards but I immediately push him back.

"He ain't goin' anywhere," I say lowly, trying not to rip one of their heads off right now. I turn around to glare at Mike too. "You ain't goin' anywhere, understand?"

He nods his head but doesn't meet my eyes. What's wrong with him now? He really wanted to go along with those guys? But before I can do anything else a thousand needles pierce my veins from the inside out. The current of electricity keeps flowing for only a few seconds but leaves both me and Mikey panting on the floor, completely immobile. I stare at the ground and can just see the rubber soles of the bastards when they walk past. Smart move, I think sourly.

They grab Mike's arms and drag him away. I want to move although every muscle in my body tells me not too. But after a quick glance of my little brother's fearful blue eyes, I try and get up anyways. It works somewhat. My arms work and don't hurt that much. But when I stand up, my legs seem to be the problem as they give out. I try to do something, anything, but probably only look like some pathetic animal to them.

They take Mikey and leave me alone in the cell. Nothing I can do.

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It takes me an awful long time to get the feeling back into my legs. Stupid electricity. That's why the floor is so damp here. There must be… I feel along the dirt and notice a cable running through the cage. There are more and they're stuck to the ground; covered with wet dirt. Damn it.

While I try to come up with an idea to get the cables out or malfunctioning, I hear something coming from the hallway again. The GI Joes figures come back and open up the door again. I'm not interested in breaking out though, because of the convulsing figure they hold in their arms. They drop Mikey to the ground and quickly shut the door again; walking away. I don't notice it.

I hold my baby brother close and try to see what is wrong with him. His body is spasming wildly and his breaths are ragged. I push him back against the wall in a sitting position and hold him by both of his shoulders.

"Calm breaths kid. Just do it like me alright," I tell him. I try to take normal breaths but it isn't that easy as my heart is racing. What did they do to him?

Mike tries to mimic my breathing and after a while it works. He still has tremors now and then but his shaking has decreased. After another few gulps of air he smiles up at me, silently thanking me. I don't smile back though and quickly take a look over the rest of his body. He's got some burn marks but other than that he looks fine to me. That doesn't explain the spasming and breathing issues though.

I go and sit next to Mikey, wrapping an arm around his shoulders again. He must be exhausted. "What happened in there Mikey? Who did it and why?"

It takes the kid a long time to answer me but when he does, he starts shaking again.

"I don't know Raph," he whispers. "I don't know who he is. They brought me to some kind of room. It was all black in there and when the lights were out, I couldn't see a thing. But they were on in the beginning. This dude came up to me and told me it was all my older brother's fault I was there. He didn't say anything more and turned around again. That's when those soldier-guys started to put on those white pads on my arms, chest and legs. I remembered seeing them on tv."

I know exactly where this is going. We've all seen those cheesy horror flicks Mikey loves to watch. And after everything that happened just a few hours ago, when they tried to steal Mike away from me, I'm sure I know what my youngest brother just went through.

"They used it for so long," Mikey says suddenly, and I grip him tighter. He doesn't need to go on. "And then they turned off the lights and I just lay there screaming my head off in the pitch black. I only saw sparks flying around now and then. They did it for so long."

I sigh and start rubbing his arm a bit. A little rough apparently because he hisses slightly because of the bruises. I stop after the sound and decide to ask him the one question which bothered me all those hours my brother has been electrocuted.

"You knew about the cables, didn't you? That's why you were so willingly to go with them."

He slowly nods and looks at me with guilt swimming in his eyes. The nod only calms me down though. It means my little brother hasn't given up this easily yet.

"I didn't really know there were cables, but I saw the remote in one of those guys' hand. I didn't want you to get hurt by whatever he wanted to do."

I almost punch myself at not having seen anything. I searched them for weapons but didn't look for anything as small as a remote. It seemed harmless at the time. Of course Mikey would never see it like that though. Whatever Mike doesn't know, he's afraid of. He's been like that since he was very young.

Another tremor vibrates through his body. I squeeze his arm with my one hand while the other gently pulls my baby brother closer to my body, letting him lean against me. "Go to sleep kid," I say. "God knows you need it. I'm here."

Only after adding that last sentence, does Mikey actually close his eyes. He snuggles a little up to me but I don't mind. As long as he's comfortable it doesn't matter.

I stare through the bars that keep us in, down the hallway. I'll see it when they come in again. And when they do, they'll have something coming for them. Someone angry, fierce and not afraid if he has to kill to protect the ones that matter.

So that was it. What do you guys think? Make it more evil or do more brotherly fluff cuss I'm not sure? Maybe I'll just do both. At least leave a review because they fuel my imagination and I need that. See ya