The Dredge

The Dredge

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Oct 13, 2021
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Authors Note: Hello everyone! This is my very first fiction, so please excuse any slight hiccups within the story. Constructive criticism is always welcome :) hope you enjoy! -tiny note Sorry for the super late update guys, been dealing with alot of health and work issues recently. So I haven't been able to focus on writing much this year. ________ After a night of hard partying, Kyle wakes up four weeks in the future after overdosing. He's still in the same Motel room, but he's alone... nothing but trash, broken bottles and overturned furniture remain. Walking outside he takes in view of his surroundings. everything is empty, not a soul in sight. then a sharp, stale and metallic smell hits his nose the same time his eyes focus on the state of the second floor balcony... bullet holes... crumbling stairwells... and blood?.. Bloody handprints and splatters are riddled all over the place, but the largest amount of it is a long bloody drag trail, leading from the front of the room doorway he's standing in...
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I exited through the side entrance of the building and stood by the manhole cover, pulling it up and out of the way. I climbed down the ladder and slid the cover back over me, shrouding myself in pitch darkness. When I got to the ground, water splashed by my feet and I turned my phone flashlight on. Ice covered most of the walls and floor, except for the small puddle I stepped in. I looked around and started walking in the right direction. It was colder in the sewers this time of year and I almost slipped on ice a few times. When I saw familiar pipes and came to what looked like a concrete wall, a small smile formed on my lips. I stood in front of it for a moment, staring at it. "Come on, Angel." I muttered to myself. It's only been two years. I doubt much has changed. I took a deep breath in and reached up to pull the pipe above the closed door. I'm a lot taller now, so I didn't have to get on my tip toes like back then. The door parted open and I walked in slowly, hearing a thud behind me when it shut closed. It was quiet in the lair as I walked around, taking it all in. Most of it looked the same, while some parts looked new. I took my beanie, scarf, and jacket off, setting them on the couch nearby. "Hello?" - **** quick content and trigger warning possibility. Regarding the fanfics that revolve around the tmnt fandom and series versions, I personally have read many that involve hard language (cursing) and depictions of violent scenes bc it's whats in the storylines of all versions of tmnt across the board and through the decades. As stated in the information for the previous book for this mini series, if anything is offensive in any such way or should be corrected, feel free to reach out and comment or PM me regarding it and I'll gladly hear you out in order to learn from the mistake I made for future reference. The main character is based off myself since I wrote this back in high school--third year in college currently 2021--as a heads up***

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