[Commentlog Style]

[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

[A small, dark room greeted them upon awakening; the only light bled in as diluted moonlight from a small window about eight feet off the ground. The floor was concrete and dipped in the center toward a drainage grate; occasionally sewage trickled beneath it and made the room smell, but it wasn't anything its occupants weren't used to.

One shadowed figure was propped upright against a nearby wall, his wrists snapped in cuffs anchored to the brick with iron bolts and chains, just short enough to keep his arms above his head and unable to fully rest.

Another figure lay across the room, huddled in a corner and unmoving. The only sound was the plip plip of sewage and their ragged breathing.]

Comments

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

You do?

[OH THANK GOD BECAUSE MIKE WAS REALLY NOT COMING UP WITH ANYTHING HERE.]

[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

...I'll fake a heart attack. When he comes to check on me, I'll disarm him and shove him toward you. Then I need you to put him in a hold to snap his neck, and we'll get our answers before we go. [It's a shoddy plan, but it's the only one they've got so far.]

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[Mike nods. The guy might be nice, but he's holding them captive and they couldn't afford to play gentle.]

He's coming back with water and blankets soon.

[Mikey glances at the door, then nods once more to Leo before shuffling back over to where he was sitting before, pressing the icepack to his cheek and trying to look like he hadn't moved.]

[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

[Leo nods, eyes flicking to the door before he settles himself exactly in the same position he was in when he woke up, as if he'd taken a snapshot of it with his mind. He hesitated- he wanted to tell Mike that he loved him, that everything would be okay.

He was worried.

...but instead he exhaled and closed his eyes to feign unconsciousness.]

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[Picking absently at the locks around his ankles, Mikey sighs and glances across at Leo. His head throbs and aches, and fatigue pulls at him, but he can fight it for a little longer.

He has to.]

[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

[A few moments of silence pass, and Leo glances back over at Mike worriedly.] ...Mikey.

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[Sitting up a little straighter, Mike lowers the ice pack and turns back to Leo.]

Yeah?

[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

[Leo stretches out his arm, hand open.]

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[Mike only hesitates for a moment, then leans down on one elbow and stretches his other arm out to clasp his big brother's hand.]

[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

[Leo squeezes it, head lolling to the side so he can look at Mikey properly.] Everything'll be fine.

I promise.

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[Mike swallows, then smiles as brightly as he can manage.]

I know, bro.

[As long as he's here with Leo, he knows everything will work out, somehow.]

clearly i have no self-control

[notaminuteman.livejournal.com]

[Footsteps begin to sound from down the hallway.]

[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

[Leonardo hurriedly squeezes Mike's hand again but, instead of feigning unconsciousness, glances over at his brother and grips his left arm as if in pain.] Freak out.

and this is why i love you

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[If there's one thing Michelangelo can do well, it's freaking out.

Sitting back up, he yells towards the door, letting the very real panic of being trapped here take over.]

Hey! HEY! WE NEED HELP SOMEBODY COME QUICK!

[His voice cracks and he rattles the chains, as if trying to get free.]

WE NEED A MEDIC!

[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

[Leo knows it's kind of sadistic, but he presses a hand to his face and bites back a chuckle. That panic is definitely real, but Mike is just...such a ham sometimes. How the hell does he manage to make it as a ninja, and a good one at that?

The steel door hurriedly scrapes open though, and Leonardo quickly gets back to faking a heart attack and hopes he's doing it right.]

[notaminuteman.livejournal.com]

[Derek drops the blankets and water in favor of hurrying over; he steps over Mike in favor of dropping to a knee before Leonardo, blocking Mike's view. He reaches for him, to check his pulse-

What happens next is very fast. There's a crack and Leonardo lunges, Derek gives a startled curse- the gun goes skittering away across the ground and the man flies back towards Mike, stunned by a headbutt straight to the nose.]

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[Mike's screaming has stopped, and the moment Derek stumbles back towards him, he throws his arm around his neck in a brutal headlock, pressing his other hand to the side of his head.

If he moves, Mike can snap his neck in a moment.

Hey, whadaya know, it worked.]

[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

[Damn good job Mike.

Leo lifts himself up casually onto an elbow, as if his legs aren't broken and he's just chilling out. When he speaks, his voice is even and smooth.] Now that we've got your attention.

[notaminuteman.livejournal.com]

Shit! [Derek blinks, but is restricted when he tries to reach up and touch his face, check for anything broken.]

Shit.

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

You should listen to him, dude.

[Mikey has no idea what Leo has planned, but Leo always figures something out. He trusts him implicitly.]

[notaminuteman.livejournal.com]

Hey, fuck you Michelangelo. I try to do you a Goddamn favor-

[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

We're getting off track. [Leo reaches over, fumbles until he comes back with the pistol, glaring at it in disgust. He searches for the safety before flicking it back on.] Tell us why we're here and what's going on.

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

Sorry dude, I don't do interspecies.

[Holding him in place, Mike falls silent and lets Leo take the lead.]

[notaminuteman.livejournal.com]

...they'll kill me- [He's interrupted when Leonardo speaks over him calmly-]

We'll kill you.

[Derek watched Leonardo for a moment- tried to shift in Mike's arms- no good. He set his jaw.

...then broke.] Somebody got a picture of you guys. Threw it up online; some weird overseas cult got interested in you. Paid our boss to collect you and hold you for delivery. That's all I know.

[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

That's it? [Leonardo pushed himself up further, his grip deceptively loose around the handgun.] How did you find us and capture us?