Psychosis

Chapter Six: Assent

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles


Have you ever had one of those moments where you wake up and have no clue where the hell you are? It kinda sucks doesn't it? Don't act like its never happened to you because really, it happens to the best of us. Trust me, I should know because I am the best of them. Anyways, backing up to my main point, I woke up not knowing where the heck I fell asleep. I was dreaming about my nice soft bed and homey room filled with everything that make my room my room when suddenly I woke up. Now, normally, I would be staring at my large collection of comic books, but today, I was staring at some rocky wall covered in mediocre chalk drawings. In place of a nice soft bed, I was laying on a cold and soggy dirt floor. Now, I would be a liar if I said I didn't utter a screech of some sort. I did, and I am not ashamed. It took me a few minutes to remember my current situation and how I ended up where I ended up.

I can sum it up in twelve words: Run. Creepy kid. Building. Jump. Weird Forest. Rain. Cave night. Cave day.

Sighing, I stretched and was alarmed by how stiff my muscles were. My arm and leg were both killing me, and for some reason, my head felt like a load of bricks. I guess that is to be expected if you sleep on the hard ground. Its not known for its memory foam softness, thats for sure.

Pushing myself to my sore rump, I extended my legs in an attempt to deepen my stretch. As my head lowered, a drawing on the wall caught my eyes causing me to absentmindedly frantically crawl towards it.

"Shut up, no way!" I shouted at the drawing. My voice echoed off the walls of the dim cave, and soon it sounded as if I was in a conversation with myself and my exclamations widened in distance.

My eyes were wide with shock, and I had to force myself to blink because I was afraid that they would eventually dry out. I heard that can happen, y'know.

On the wall, amongst all the random scribbles customary to young children was a crude childlike drawing of a turtle. Not just your typical turtle, but an upright turtle in a karate pose wielding a weapon in one of its hands. Its other hand was being held by what appeared to be a drawing of a small boy.

Both were standing in awkward karate poses, both held a weapon of some sort, and both were crudely drawn and disproportionate. They both were encircled in the largely drawn red heart that I saw last night.

As I studied the drawing, the line strokes and shading began to feel faintly familiar, and I couldn't help but feel a slight comfort in the familiarity. Extending a gentle finger towards the turtle, I carefully stroked the grainy image.

My face scrunched in confusion as I fell back to my sore butt. How could this be? Was this world filled with turtles like my brothers who roamed around and freely interacted with the human population? How is this possible, and who is that kid his or her hand was holding? As I examined the image closer, I noticed that under each figure, names were carefully carved into the stone. Squinting my eyes, a shakingly made out each harsh letter, and my stomach lurched.

Under the boy, the name Sven with a backwards "S" was visible, and under the turtle, the very familiar upright turtle ninja-esque turtle was the name Mikey with a small and faint orange outline around each letter.

Shit was getting creepy.

With all of the questions swimming around in my brain, I knew I had to find that boy so he could explain all of this to me. This must be just some creepy coincidence that I stumbled upon. Maybe it is like that show, Teen Titans where Beast Boy gets captured instead of the alien's actual dog, only I am Beast Boy in this scenario.

Standing up, with some great difficulty, I slowly gathered my dry gear and slipped them onto my body. Pausing, I quietly studied the gold pocket watch. The shimmering case caught some light that poured in from the entrance of the cave, and I was able to see just how haggard I looked. Sighing, I shoved it into my belt. Limping my way out of the cave I cradled my annoyingly sore arm as and continued my search. Looking back over my shoulder, I couldn't help but shudder as the creepy cave began to disappear in the distance. I had a bad feeling about that place, and I am not sure why or how. All I knew was that I need to get out of here in order to find my brothers. They would know what to do.

They always do.

I was walking for who knows how long. It is easy to keep going when you're lost in your thoughts you know. Hours feel like minutes, and quite frankly, I was not even actively searching anymore. I was hoping that my feet would know where to take me. There guess was as good as mine.

As I walked, the change in sensation below be tore me away from my daze. No longer was I walking on the lush, soft, and damp ground of the forest. Looking around, I gasped at the change of scenery. The forest was replaced by some sort of arid mountainous range similar to one in my World of Warcraft game. The trees of the forest were so far behind me, and I was completely shocked by my lack of awareness.

I mean, I may not be the most observant, but even I know the difference between the Hundred Acre Woods, and Weird Rocky Moutain of Weirdness.

As I looked around, a cliffs rim filled my line of vision, and I was stoked that I came to my senses before I toppled over it. That would have been an crappy ending. Inching my way towards the cliff edge, I wanted to gage how far up I was. Peaking over the edge, I was shocked to see that there was a city in the distance below.

Maybe that is where that little creep ran off to. Maybe that place has all of the answers to my questions, and can explain the things that I saw. Maybe that is my ticket home.

Looking around for some sort of trail, or path, or anything, I began to feel that all too familiar falling feeling. You know, the one where it feels as if your stomach is inching its way into your chest. Falling to my knees, I screamed at the sudden sensation of weightlessness. My body and essence felt like they were two separate entities on the same plane of existence, and it would have been totally wicked if it wasn't happening to me. Laying down on the ground, I held on for dear life. I wanted to stay in the moment. I did not want to fall off the edge of the world, which is exactly how I was feeling. Digging my fingers into the rocky earth, I held onto the surface below me as if my life depended on it.

My mind was felt faint, and my thoughts were muddled. Cold streams of tears poured down my face. Everything felt like it was on fire. Red wounds were tearing open, contrasting greatly against my green flesh. My lips were cut, my hands bruised, my arms and legs scabbed and bloodied. This pain was unreal and I so desperately wanted it to end. Rolling onto my shell, I yelled at the sky. I wanted help, any sort of help. Blinding amber lights filled my vision and the toothpaste tube feeling that I felt when I jumped off of the building after that boy slowly wrapped me in a lovely suspension of gold. I was being sucked into the sky, into the light towards a place where I did not know what to expect.

Into the calm realm of stillness and nonexistence.

If this was death, I welcomed it...

It was better than the pain I felt alone, on that cold hard ground.


(A/N): Here is another chapter that I rewrote. Wow, I guess I am in the writing mood. Hopefully I can be caught up by the end of this year? Who knows, lol! Well as always, please read and review. Constructive criticism is always welcomed. Thank you!

-Peace