Psychosis

Chapter Seven: Comeback

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles


"They're stupid, they all are a bunch of Class A stupid idiots," I snarled into the damp air of the sewer tunnel I was hiding out in as I threw another glass bottle at the cobbled walls. The breaking noises of shattering glass always calmed me down and I was well into the double digits.

What can I say, breaking these bottles was more "beneficial" than smashing peoples heads in.

"Stupid me for just being me," I slurred out as I walked backwards from the wall.

"Stupid Donny for not sleeping," I grumbled as I grabbed a bottle from the dwindling pile.

"Stupid Splinter with that stupid disappointed look of his," I shouted as I threw another bottle at the wall.

Falling to my knees, I fought to hold back the burning sensation that was building up in the backs of my eyes. Balling up my fist, I shut my eyes and began pounding away at the floor below me.

"Stupid Leo for blaming this whole ordeal on himself. Stupid Leo for bearing the burden of Master's disappointment. Stupid Leo for being a fuckin' idiot!" I shouted as I collapsed face first into the grimy stony surface. The burning sensation was back in my eyes, and I did nothing to stop it. Tears fell from my eyes in thick waves, and I could honestly care less. My brothers were nowhere in sight I thought as the tears fell faster.

"This whole situation is fucked," I whispered into the darkness. Mikey has been out for days, and Donny is not sure why he won't wake the hell up. The whole accident was a mistake, and it never should've happened. Seeing Mikey take a nose dive off that building is something that I can never forget. The sickening sound his body made as it collided with the ground , the puddles of blood, and the fear surrounding the whole situation were still fresh in my memory.

I can't even keep the stinkin' sick whip that I boosted. Leo is giving me till the end of the month to return the car.

What made matters worse was the conversation with Splinter. I know the old rat didn't mean to make us feel bad, but he managed to make us feel even more like low-life pieces of shit scumbags, and I honestly didn't think that was possible. The hardest part about that conversation, was the look on Leo's face afterwards. He looked just as old as our father, and he sulked away reeking of immense guilt. The fact that he takes on all of the worlds problems really bothers me about that guy.

Laying in silence on the cold musty ground, a grumble from my stomach tore me away from my thoughts. It had been a while since I ate, and I think hunger was beginning to take its tole on my body. Standing up, I weighed my options. I could either go home and face everything, or sit here in the dark and continue to be hungry.

Obviously with slight protest, I chose the former, and I began to stalk slowly in the direction of home. If anyone gave me trouble, I would show them a thing or two.

As I arrived to the lair, I sighed in relief that no one was around to bother me. Leo was probably off training somewhere, and Donatello was probably in the medical ward. Splinter was in some deep meditation session, so the common area of the home was free range. Smirking, I walked to the kitchen and fixed myself something to eat.

I was fucking starving after all.


I have no idea how long I was suspended in weightless bliss surrounded by soft amber light. In case anyone hasn't noticed, time and space are two concepts that have not been making much sense to me lately. However, I do remember what it was like to be dropped out of that wonderful place like yesterdays trash and boy I must have smelled because It felt as if I was in a truck that collided with a wall and everything abruptly stopped heavily. Pain was real now, and it came back with vengeance.

The Vengeance of Pain. Actually that would make a great movie title, I will revisit that later.

Turning my neck, I groaned in agony. Everything hurt. I couldn't even twitch my face muscles let alone open my eyes without sharp waves of white hot pain shooting through my body. Relaxing, I took in a labored deep inhale. From the smell and sounds, I knew that I was no longer in that world, and a wave of relief filled my body.

Where the heck am I? I thought to myself as I attempted to relaxing my aching body. Was I transported to another world again?

Maybe I am back at home in New York I thought hopefully.

Letting my thoughts get in order, I let the images of patrolling with my brothers and voyaging in that unknown world after that boy play through my mind. I felt that a lot has happened, and I was so far from the truth.

I feel as though I've been to hell and back a trillion times. Sheesh, some people have all the luck I guess.

Laying in silence, I came to the conclusion that I should try and open my eyes so I can actually see where I am. I groaned internally. I am so tired and sore.

Feeling myself slip back into the darkest recesses of my mind, I suddenly became somewhat alert, well as alert as I could be in my current condition when I heard a rustling noise.

A breath hitched in my throat. I listened intently as I waited for the noise to continue. Right now, I was hoping that noise was made by one of my brothers or a cute fluffy bunny with a plate of cookies, I am in no condition to fight of anything else.

Fighting the urge to sleep, I desperately tried with everything I could to maintain the little bit of consciousness that I had. It wasn't until I heard talking did I realize that something wasn't quite right.

"Mikey," said the voice, at this point, I couldn't tell whose or what, if anything at all, was speaking.

What.

"Mikey can you hear me?"

Duh, isn't it obvious? Well, I guess not. My eyes are still shut after all.

"Hey, come on, open your eyes, you have been out for too long."

No I grumbled internally, I want to keep them shut, it hurts less.

"I know you just want to keep them shut Mike, but you gotta open your eyes."

Woah, looks like someone is a mind reader I thought bitterly to myself.

"Come on Mikey, you have been out for so long, I am becoming worried."

Worried? Oh man, that is the last feeling that I want to cause someone. Using every ounce of strength in my reserve I fought through the blinding pain to open my weighted lids.

"Come on Mike, try and open your eyes."

I am trying, it is just too hard.

"Well try harder!"

I am, what does it look like I am doing.

"Don't give up you can do it your almost there!"

Groaning, I felt myself become more aware of my surroundings even though my eyes were still closed. I heard the familiar sounds. The hums and mechanical whirs of the various machines in the medical ward of our lair mixed with various other sounds that I was accustomed to. Rushing water from the pipes that surround our home, the distant blair of a train horn, the sound of the microwave dinging in the kitchen were all so familiar. The smell of damp stale air was recognizable and I felt my mouth relax into an awkward smile.

I don't know how I got here, but it sounds like home!

Being home brought me such a relief, and the pain that previously overtook my body began to dull down. I couldn't wait to see my brothers so they could help me make sense of this mess. Maybe I was here all along and I just dreamed the whole scenario of being in another world. It felt so real, but our minds, as Donny would say, have the power to play cruel tricks on us. Taking in a deep breath, letting all the smells and sounds of home empty my body, I held my breath. I didn't want to let this feeling go. It was only when my lungs screamed for air that I decided to release it.

Man, its sure great to be home, I thought to myself.

Slowly, began opening my eyes, only to be surprised by the clarity in my head.


(A/N) Here is another chapter in the rewrite,and I hope you all are digging the story. I admit, so far, this chapter is my least favorite. There is something about it that does not sit well with me. Oh well. Please read and review. As always, Constructive criticism is welcomed.

-Peace