The Third Deadly Sin (TMNT fan fiction)

The Third Deadly Sin Part 5

Mikey landed hard, his flashlight flying out of his hands. The strap on Don's bag slipped down and caught his arm, tangling him up as the weight on his chest turned into weight against his neck.

The spinning flashlight came to a stop, its light shining towards Mikey's feet. It gave off enough illumination so that Mikey could see it was Donatello on top of him, his hands wrapped tightly around Mikey's throat.

"Do . . . ." Mikey choked out, but couldn't say anything more as his oxygen was cut off.

Frantically beating at his brother with his free hand was ineffectual; Don was nearly as strong as Raph. Mikey's eyes started to roll back and his vision blurred. Donatello was going to kill him.

His hand fell away and hit the pile of junk that was under him. Curling his fingers around the first thing he could grab, Mikey brought his arm up with his final bit of strength and hit Don across the head.

Don's fingers were still clamped around Mikey's neck as he keeled over sideways, pulling Mikey with him. Twisting out of Don's grasp, Mikey sat up quickly, shrugging the duffel bag off so he'd be free to fight.

He didn't need to; Don was out cold. Mikey crawled up next to his brother and checked his vital signs, making sure he hadn't cracked open Don's skull when he'd hit him. After ensuring himself Don was all right, Mikey sat back and took several deep breaths, lightly touching his sore neck.

"Oh shell," he muttered aloud, shaking in reaction to his close call. Being killed by his own brother sounded like the worst possible way to die.

Mikey didn't have time to relax; he could hear the others coming. They'd found a way down to the basement and were fortunately more intent on finding the chandelier than on killing each other. For now.

Jumping to his feet, Mikey darted to where he'd seen the chandelier and quickly pulled the debris away from it. The fall hadn't damaged it at all; none of the light bulbs was even broken.

"Gotta be a way to destroy this," Mikey said, still talking out loud. "The crystal at the bottom cracked open somehow so that means it's not indestructible."

Pulling a nunchuck from his belt, Mikey spun one end as hard and fast as he could, building up as much kinetic energy as possible. Bringing it down it one smooth motion, he slammed his weapon against the chandelier.

The end snapped back at him so fast he almost didn't dodge it in time. The nunchuck had rebounded off the chandelier, leaving the cursed object completely undamaged.

Cursing under his breath, Mikey danced around the floor as he held his now numb arm. Shaking it to bring the feeling back, Mikey tucked his weapon back into his belt and yanked out his stun gun.

As the others drew closer, the chandelier's glow became brighter. Mikey decided that maybe it was electrically charged somehow and that the voltage from his gun could short circuit it. Don had said he'd set the voltage pretty high.

Taking careful aim, Mikey pulled the trigger. The projectile flashed out and stabbed at the chandelier, ricocheting as it connected. Mikey saw a white flash as though the chandelier was shielded and then he flung himself to the ground to avoid being struck by his own shot.

"Crap!" Mikey shouted in a combination of fear and frustration.

Rolling up to his feet, Mikey began anxiously looking for something that might be strong enough or heavy enough to break the chandelier. That's when he heard Donny groan.

Mikey also heard Raph shouting obscenities and he knew he was out of time.

Snatching up Don's bag, Mikey drew the welding gloves out of his belt and pulled them on. He tossed the duffel next to the chandelier and then carefully picked up the light fixture, making certain it didn't come into contact with his body. Mikey figured he'd already tempted fate once and that was more than enough.