TMNT: I Fight Alone

Chapter 17: No Choice

I should be better off without you
You take a pride in making me blue
I'm telling you my friend
It's got to be the end
We're through
I told you time and time again
You told me he was just a friend
But I found out some way
I've seen him every day
With you
'Cause you never treat me tenderly
You got no reason for leaving me
'Cause I can't leave you alone
'Cause I knew from the start
You'd be tearing me apart
Sooner or later
'Cause you never treat me tenderly
You got no reason for leaving me
'Cause I can't leave you alone
'Cause I knew from the start
You'd be tearing me apart
Sooner or later
And now my crying days are through
No longer shed a tear for you
I'm telling you my friend
It's got to be the end
We're through
We're through
We're through

The ice cold water rushed into the room with the force of a thousand winds. Rushing up the walls and sloshing back and forth like a demented seesaw.

"Please!" (Y/n) called, desperation dripping from her scratchy voice. She clawed at the walls, reaching as high as she could as if somehow a hand would reach down from the heavens and pluck her out of this room, disappear from all her troubles.

But no help came

And the water rose, higher and higher. Past (y/n)'s waist, past her chest, and right up to her neck. Ice cold water, spreading over her body like a plague and taking over all physical feeling of every inch of her body.

Her clothes stuck to her blue skin, becoming heavier as the water rose higher, suffocating the life from her own body. She might have been better off if she was chained to the floor.

Eventually, the water rose high enough that her feet could no longer reach the ground, forcing her to tread over the moldy, old, wet carpet beneath the surface.

Her breath was loud and heavy, filling the air as gasps and chokes, compared to those of a steady swimmer. Her lungs ached, screaming for a break, begging to give up and fall beneath the surface just so they wouldn't have to endure any more of the awful game they were being forced to play.

And with an exasperated cry, (y/n) complied.

It was morning back at the cottage, and the turtles were buzzing with excitement, preparing for the heist that had yet to unfold. They had gone over the plan a million times, and planned to go over it a couple hundred more before they even arrived at the scene.

"Flashlight!" Raph called from the kitchen, his face almost completely buried in his pack.

"Here," Donnie offered, tossing a small silver flashlight over the counter and into Ralph's open palm, catching it swiftly.

"Thanks" he breathed before placing it securely on his belt.

Leo swiftly enters in the kitchen, slightly limping. His breath was slightly heavy and uneven as he tried to cover how worn he was. Large bags rested under his eyes as a result of a sleepless night.

"Are you guys ready?" He spoke roughly, burrowing his eyebrows together as he scanned the scattered supplies over the kitchen.

"Y- Wait, MICKEY!" Donnie spun around in a circle, patting his thighs and chest, as one would do when looking for their lost keys.

"Yyyyyyyyyes?" Mickey peeked into the kitchen and smiled sweetly, batting his eyes slowly.

"Where did you put my bo staff?!" Donnie pulls his head out of his pack and faces Mickey, sassily putting his hand on his hip and tapping his foot. Mikey lowered his head sheepishly, grinning slightly.

"I didn't take it," he whispered, moving into the doorway to where his whole body was now visible. He crossed his legs over one another and rubbed his right arm with his left hand, keeping his gaze at his feet.