Disclaimer: I do not own the turtles…..
A/N: Story speaks for itself.
"How far would you go?"
If they kept asking me that, I swear I would take one of their eyes next. They couldn't keep my locked up in here forever. I filled my time, thinking of all things I would do to them. I would have my revenge. It was be slow and sweet.
It has been a long time since I have seen the sun or felt real air. It has been so long since I have seen my brothers of even smelled them. Sometimes, I could hear them. Long and terrible screaming.
It was that knowledge that kept me alive. I knew they were here, somewhere. I would fight for them. I wasn't going to let the screams continue.
It was driving me deeper into the darkness around me. I was going to get out. It was all I could think about. I knew I would escape. No mistake in that. And when I did. There would be hell to pay.
They should have killed us when they got the chance. They should have known better then to try to turn us into a bunch of lab rats. The bitter taste rose up in my mouth. One of us had already died that night. I shuddered at the sinister memory. I couldn't save him. I couldn't save anyone. Not even myself.
The fury in me darken that night. It clenched me to the core. I thought I had known rage, but I had just been an amateur in the past. This was real, raw, and stifling. No one hurt my family and got away with it.
I tested the chains once again that bide me to the wall. I had a lot of time to think. Funny, how it is. Never much gave a fuck about that before, but times had changed. After several near escapes, I realized I was going about everything wrong.
The chains were new, recently installed after my last attempt at escaping. They seem strong enough. That was all I needed to know. It would soon be time. I wasn't sure how I knew. Instinct to survive? It was all I had now.
I heard the sound of lock turning before the door swung open. I squinted in the light, but kept my eyes open against the pain. They thought that if they kept me in the dark that I would be less of a threat. Fucking stupid. Out of all of us, I liked the darkness.
I could smell his fear. This foot solider probably lost a bet if he was sent here to get me. Whoever came never just walked back out again. That was for certain. I growled lowly in the back of my throat as he stepped into the room, blocking the light.
I heard the whirl of the electricity and knew he had a baton. I bared my teeth at him. Neither of us moved. Time slipped away and then he bolted at me. I gripped the chains with my hands and yanked myself up with them, thrusting my feet out in an arch. My heels collided with his chin and he grunted as he went down, the baton spiraling in the air.
I reached up catching the end as I landed and in fluid motion stuck the foot ninja in the back of the neck before he could get to his knees. He screamed and I relished it. Sparks flew, shadows danced with the light across the walls of my cell. Smoke rose from his body and he twitched and collapsed.
My lips curled as I gazed at the fucker and then moved to my next enemy. The chains. It took a matter of second to snap the links with the leverage from the baton. The cufflink remained on my wrist and the chains dangled at my side, clinging.
I had just completed step one of a four-step plan. It wasn't much. Straight and Simple.
Step one: Get the hell free. Step two: Find my brothers. Step three: Get the fuck out of here.
Another foot ninja emerged into the room and I took him down with a blunt blow to the back of the head. He never even uttered a sound as his body landed hard on the floor with a thud. I stepped over him, chains dragging across the body. Blood laced the end of the baton, flashing with the electricity. I peered down the hallways, braced for anything, daring for them to come.
Finally, Step Four: Kill anyone who gets in my way.
