Tmnt Mc Mikey Novels & Stories

I found two dark-haired boys sprawled out on the floor, pieces of a jigsaw puzzle between them, surrounded by brightly colored toys ranging from action figures to plushies. "Knock, knock," I said in a lilting voice. "Mommy!" Adrian exclaimed, getting up and rushing toward me. "Hi, Aunt Elaine," Mikey greeted from his place on the floor, the hazel eyes he inherited from his mother watching Adrian cling to me. "Hi, Mikey. Your mom says dinner is ready." "Sweet!" He got up and rushed past me, leaving just me and my little boy alone. I bent to his level, keeping the hand with the dinosaur behind my back.

“Have a minute? Mikey's back and has some news.” I dropped my pen immediately and leaned back in my seat, looking up at him with my full attention. “For you and my best tracker, of course.” He opened the door fully and walked in then along with a tall, muscular black man with a shiny bald head and a solemn look on his bearded face. He was still dressed in his camouflage gear and looked very much like someone who had come right off the field. Both of them bowed, Mikey's own holding far deeper and longer than Fred's.

The fragile peace they’d been living in for the past week and a half felt like thin ice—beautiful on the surface, but ready to crack with one wrong step. “Yo, boss lady,” Mikey called from across the bay, his voice cracking with that awkward teenage enthusiasm. The nineteen-year-old prospect was sprawled dramatically across a workbench, pretending to fan himself with an oily rag. “If you keep making these bikes sound like angry demons, I’m gonna start thinking you sold your soul to the devil. Or worse—Reaper’s dick.”

What was left was his crew, including Mikey. "Come on Mikey! Let's celebrate for your another success for out success." His friend said maybe, I just watched them. When they passed my car, I just got off, as if nothing happened. "Wait, I left something, I'll just go back to you in a moment, you go first!" Mikey shouted to his companions, exactly right. "Alright, you're next bro!" His friend replied to him. When he passed the car where I was standing, I immediately took my first step.

“I kind of hope they’ll try tonight. Get this over and done with.” “You are using your wife as bait?” “Yes. Do you think she’ll mind?” Frankie roars with laughter. “That girl? She’ll insist on it.” I smile at him and cross my arms over my chest. “Where is Paulie?” “Mikey took him home.” Mikey is one of Paulie’s crew members. In his thirties, good head on his shoulders. Very reliable. “I want as many men here as we can get. Make sure they come in quietly through the back. Whoever is on that island is watching us. I can fucking feel it.”

“I don't see why. He is perfectly fine now so I advice you focus on these moments you have with him. Medically, he checks out.” I let out a sigh of relief and turned to leave just as Mikey ran back inside the room. My heart skipped a beat as I saw him, already assuming the worst had happened. “Mummy! Grandma and Grandpa were worried so they asked me to come find you. Is something wrong?” He asked and I let out the breathe I had been holding. Everyone was okay. “I'm okay Mikey, the doctor and I were just chatting.” “Let me walk you out.” ***

Emory Mikey is always hungry. His stomach is a bottomless pit that never seems to be full, no matter how much he eats. Whatever food is within his vicinity, he runs toward it with relentless determination, and when he’s not allowed to eat when he’s hungry, he erupts into loud tantrums that don’t stop until he finally gets his way..

Mikey curses and looks around but I guess the coast is clear because he slips in and closes the door behind him, "I need you to make my face bleed somehow. Punch me hard." "What?" He asks, looking at me like I'm the biggest weirdo. Mikey is the slowest one, but he always does what I ask, "Fine, I guess..." He gets his fist ready and I brace myself, but right before he goes to punch me, he stops and grabs his rifle. "I think this is going to be easier," he says and takes it off the sling. I don't think he wants to shoot me, so I lift an eyebrow as I watch him turn it around to hit me with the back of it, "Bring your face closer."

I asked him. Nodding his head, he pointed at a ginger boy before saying, "That's Mikey. He's nice, just always quiet. He's the mom of the group, always making sure we do everything right and not get into trouble," he said while laughing a little. "Then that's James. He's mostly known for his games. He's the man-whore of the group, always with a lady once in a while, so don't get surprised," he said while glaring at me. Nodding my head, I looked at the other guy who had a black hoodie on then pointed at him.

Once I was settled, Mikey started running again. ‘Where are we going?’ I asked. If Mikey knew that there was a backpack there, it only means that he knew this place. ‘Somewhere safe,’ he replied but didn’t say anything more. Mikey continued to run for another thirty minutes or so before stopping in front of a very big tree. He lowered himself telling me that it was safe to get down. Once I was standing, Mikey took the backpack in his mouth and went behind the very big tree with a very big hole and when he was back he was in his human form. Wearing tattered faded jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt.