OK; this is an Alternate Dimension/Turtle-Verse. So I'll be mixing up the Origin Story quite a bit. (They're NOT Aliens.) DX
Happy Reading
The Walls We Build
Prologue:
Fear. That was the first thing I remember. Panic and loneliness came next, followed by a strong desire to escape. Slowly I began to feel other things, physical things, pain was the main one. When I tried to move, strange cords restricted around my limbs and other things pulled painfully at my skin, seeming to actually be attached to my body. Something covered my mouth, blowing cold air onto my face and confining my head in an immobile position. Some kind of tube forced its way down my throat in such an unpleasant manner that all I wanted to do was reach up and pull it out, regardless of how much it would undoubtedly hurt and even injure me.
When I moved I could feel – liquid around me, submerging me. It was not water, somehow I knew this without a doubt. Somewhere deep inside me; a strong instinct still remained, something I was born with, something that told me to seek out water, because water meant safety, it meant freedom, it meant life. But this – substance, it did not, it was something very different, it brought fear, it brought restraint, it brought death.
It took an immeasurable amount of strength, that I did not realize I even had, just to open my eyes. Though I was scared, I large part of me did not want to see what this hell looked like. But a larger part still had to try. Maybe I could find an escape, in my mind anything was better than this. (If only I had known then how wrong I was.)
Everything was colored green by the strange not-water, I moved my limbs, unconsciously trying to push it away, when I found something solid. I looked at my discovery, but could not see what it was I was touching. An invisible wall kept me trapped in this incarceration. Its curved walls were disorienting and made me feel sick.
But outside I discovered something else, something far worse. More strange pillars of green; not-water; liquid stood just on the other side of my unseen prison walls. Inside each was a small form, contained as I was by wires and tubes, unmoving, ether asleep or dead.
Suddenly I felt my loneliness dissipate, only to be replaced by guilt and remorse. Both caused by the same thing. My solitude; filled by the knowledge that I was no longer alone. But my shame and sorrow fueled by the same realization.
I heard some strange sound, distorted by the liquid that surrounded me. Suddenly the mask over my face forced pressured air through the tube, directly into my body. It was so sudden and so painful that I contracted and recoiled trying to escape it.
Soon I realized that my physical sensations were retreating once again. It seemed like the harder I tried to hold onto them the faster they slipped away. My mind began to reel and I could no longer remember how to keep my eyes open and they steadily closed again of their own accord.
For a moment I was terrified that I would be trapped like this, unable to feel, unable to move, unable to think; forever. But even before I could fully comprehend this new fear, it too faded away and I fell into a deep, unforgiving sleep, unsure if I would ever wake up again, through a small part of me wished that I wouldn't.
Kudos' to anyone who can guess which Turtle it is.
R&R