Disclaimer: I DO NOT own TMNT just my OC.

...*Heavy breathing*...

...*Chains clanging*...

My arms are sore from being held up, I can't see anything, they have blind folded me. The chains around my neck keep me knelt to the ground while the ones on my arms keep them held high. Everyday its been like this, for as far as I can remember. I don't know how I came to be, all I know is this is my life, my life of needles and injections. A test subject.

*Tap* *Tap* *Tap* *Tap*...

I can hear footsteps coming down the hall, my breathing quickens as I smell his scent, my heart races. I become scared and begin to whimper, my failed attempts to get my arms free go effortless. I don't want to be here, HE is coming, every time he comes around, he injects me with stuff and makes me do tests. I can't get away, his shock collar is always around my neck. Tears stream down my face, I cant see but I can hear him, hes stopped at the doorway. The door beeps as he enters the code. I begin to struggle again but fail with the same results.

*Creeeaaakkkk*

I instantly stop and hold my breath, my head moving in the direction on the door, he enters quietly, coming towards me. A whimper escapes my mouth as a clench my fists and tense up. He just stands there. Suddenly a there's a small pain in my arm as he injects whatever it is into me. I cry out in pain as the burning injection spreads up my arm and into my body, screaming and screaming the pain is unbearable. Its like being burned alive but on the inside, I'm in total agony.

"Is this suppose to happen?" A woman speaks up, when did she show up? The pain then begins to subside and I try to control my breathing. "Take her to the testing arena." The man orders, I hear feet scurrying around me and the chains on my arms have become undone. Quick as lightening I slash at the nearest person, making him fall to the ground in pain. Blood is in the air, his scent fills my nostrils and I advance on him, I may be blindfolded but I can sense where he is. As I'm about to pounce on the man a jolt of shock knocks me over on my side, screaming in pain. I grab at the collar around my neck as another jolt of electricity enters my body rendering me motionless as they pick me up and drag me away...

"T.K.!" Someone yells, snapping me out of my head and back into reality. I look around and notice that I'm in an empty hallway. "Where are we?" I ask as I scan around my surroundings, totally lost. "What do you mean where are we? We have a rehearsing to do and your standing there like a zombie, lets go. NOW!" Snapping her fingers the feisty girl urges me to keep moving. "Sorry Amelia, I went to that place again." I say as I try to catch up to her. Amelia lets out an impatient sigh, shakes her head and keeps walking. "It's OK, lets go." Amelia speaks as she rushes to the open area where the other band members are waiting. "Finally!" One speaks as he jumps off the scaffolding. "Don't look at me, T.K. went zombie mode again." Amelia says as she rushes to the makeshift stage. "T.K. You can't keep doing this." The guy speaks as he stands in front of me. "I'm sorry OK Alex, lets just practice." I say as I push past him and climb up onto the stage and start tuning my electric guitar. "T.K. Is always doing this, every time something huge comes up she goes total zombie mode, its freaking annoying." A girl snaps and tosses her guitar pick to the ground. "Watch it Alyx." I snap as I walk towards her, standing right in front of her smug little face. "Ladies how about we start out with a practice song, I'm thinking 'Revolution' from The Used." Alex says as he tries to stop his twin sister from being beaten up.

"WE ARE, SOMBER SOCIETY!" Amelia shouts as she bangs her drums, Alyx and I glare at each other as we strum our guitars to the beat. If it was one thing we could agree on it was band practice, the only thing that calmed my insane brain from wandering back in time to those painful memories. It had been a year since I broke out of the laboratory, I always watched my back, kept to the darkness. The Foot hadn't found me yet and I wanted to keep it that way, I was free, I escaped my torture. I have no friends, the only ones I do have is my band but even then we barely hang out, only for practice. Its better this way, no one has to get hurt or see the other me. The me that would make them run away, the experiment, the freak...

Note: My first attempt at writing a TMNT fanfic, be gentle with me