Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - Please Speak Mikey

Chapter 18

Michelangelo's memories were misty, like a blanket had wrapped around his brain hiding away the recollection of what had transpired after he had escape possible death. Aside from his shell scraping brutally across the hard ground, the open stitches sparking his body with white pain, everything else was a buzz or at least it used to be; now only silence surrounded the littlest turtle. Mikey blinked turning his head left and right before pushing his hand up clenching and stretching them. He blinked again, it was the same, no matter how many times he shut his eyes and counted to ten nothing changed.

The nightmare had returned he is stuck in the darkness. "Why am I here again? What is this place really?" He thought as his blue eyes scanned the scenery of black; if it wasn't for his eyelids the teen wouldn't even know his pupils were open. Funny thing about black it's hard to tell whether it is actually a colour or considered an absence of a colour, either way black is underestimated. You can't see the unknown, the secrets that lie in the dark taunting your mind, sending visions of corruption and illusion. You don't know what is lurking and that leaves a claustrophobic vibe of fear and apprehension.

Mikey shivered as cold air suddenly arrived making him tuck his arms around for warmth and protection. Anxiety harrumphed against his heart building up the pressure causing irregular beatings. No matter how much he scanned the void by twisting his frame, staring upwards or even downwards below his feet, he couldn't see. The sympathy for the blind had grown. "I don't think I could experience this everyday it....so suffocating and terrifying!" How can you escape when you don't even know where to go? Mikey began to tremble; his hands clutching his face as multiple images started to manipulate him, live pictures entering the void laughing, screaming wickedly. The burn behind his orbs burst, tears cascading down his cheeks as he crouched down into a feral position, the spring head placed firmly on his knees as his arms circled around it.

"I want to get out, my brothers...I want my brothers" Mikey sobbed his soul out begging to be free and then flinched as whispers now made a present. They were getting stronger frightening the youngest, hoping he could curl up even more believing a barrier will keep him safe. Mikey taking a deep breath, his face sticky from the salty water as he listened to the voice, it sounded similar.

Mikey...

Leo? Was that him? He stood up wiping with the back of his hand. Where did it come from? Should I call out? "L-"He stopped by slapping his mouth. No, speaking is forbidden only causes disasters remember. The teen shook his head zipping it back up. His name was continuously repeated in a low tone like it was establishing an urge for Mikey to follow.

His bandana narrowed into a frown, the pounding echo vibrating his body that it was a trap to lure him to the predator. But what choice did he have? There were no exits accept the voice. Maybe it is helping him? Mikey panicked as the whisper grew quiet. "No wait don't go come back!" The terrapin run in the direction of what he believed was East or was it South? Whichever way the boy sprinted across the blackness listening, focusing on his saviour -well at least until he uncovers a different environment that wasn't sheltered by a black cloak. His small but muscle figure dashed across the space, praying there literally weren't any walls in his path. The voice called his name once more before vanishing, the turtle gasp hysterically his only chance to leave was gone? His legs were aching, a dull pain on the back of his thighs as he rushed onwards when his pupils widened. Mikey stomp his foot to prevent himself from falling as the orange turtle skidded to a halt. In front of him what had magically appeared out of the dark...was a door.

He took a step back viewing the silver metal door. Ok now where did this come from? Seriously does everything pop up from nowhere here?" A river flushed down his plastron noticing the bolts on the side, it wasn't inviting. Mikey observed both sides of the door and even walked around it; the teen had given up even thinking how the door stood by itself. He gulped stretching his fingers to the handle. "I wish I had my nun-chucks and I wish I didn't have to do this alone-No!" Shaking his head the smallest brother remained positive –a feeling he was beginning to forget- and simple-minded. Mikey grabbed the handle pushing it down and counted to three as he firmly thrust it aside to see...a library?