Idk I just thought of this.
He wasn't quite sure how he'd managed this.
How he went from needing to go for a run across New York City rooftops to clear his head from his brothers, to now hardly able to move.
His vision was blurry. Both his arms and legs felt so heavy he couldn't lift them very much. He was majorly off balance, he knew this, because when he closed his eyes and mustered up the strength to get to his hands and knees, he fell over sideways, back onto his side.
How had it come to this?
One stupid, stupid mistake.
The tranquilizer had hit him unexpectedly. He was minding his own business, overlooking the city when it hit him in the arm.
Sure, one wouldn't take too much of a downfall on him, but he'd quickly removed it and turned to where it had come from, being shot with another.
One was unexpected, two was his fault for exposing his vulnerable skin, the third was expected.
Unable to see his attacker but having a good idea of where they were, he ran the opposite direction.
He ran, even when another hit him and he was started to slow down. It was harder to catch his breath. He was feeling heavy. He was losing focus....
And suddenly he was falling. He fell for what felt like forever, but he knew logically it was only a few seconds.
The fall was unforgiving. On the way down, he'd hit several parts of the fire escape that trailed the side of the building. Then, towards the bottom, he'd magically landed -somehow- inside of an open dumpster, the force of his landing knocking the lid shut over him.
It was only determination that managed to get him back out of the trash and into the alleyway, on the ground. But determination couldn't make him get to the sewers.
The tranquilizers were working hard. He was shutting down. This was how it would end, right? Him sprawled out in an alleyway for someone to find, and he's wake up in some lab somewhere for people to run tests and dissect him- that being the positive route.
He laid there, not knowing how long exactly. But a voice cut through the ringing in his ears and beckoned him to give it another shot. What exactly, he didn't know, but he could feel hope.
"Hey...hey...oh god." Had be been found already? Or was this a voice in his head? "Get up." It spoke. The voice become more strained as he bounces around in his head. "I said get up!"
Suddenly, his legs were holding him up, tough he couldn't see, and he was wobbling around. His hands felt for something, anything, then- railing! Yes, a railing!
A strange sound left him, though he really didn't hear it himself. His feet kicked around until they found a ledge to a stair, and suddenly he was climbing. Slowly, sure, but he was going.
When he finally collapsed again, he knew there wouldn't be any getting back up.
He allowed the darkness to consume him.
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You were absolutely- what's the word? Shocked? Terrified? You didn't quite know the word, but you were absolutely astonished at what you'd just done.
I mean, really. Who in their right mind stumbled across this giant...mutant like turtle laying in a dark alleyway and thinks let's get him into my apartment?? The right answer is no one. Not one person in their right mind would think that- not even for a second.
