Hello everyone on ! This story here is my first uploaded story on this site, so forgive me if I make a few little mistakes here or there. This story is based off of an email roleplay I did with my friend and I hope you enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT; Nickelodeon does. However, I do own my OC.

Prologue

The room was dark and silent. There were no windows and no other signs of life. With a small shudder, the creature curled up into a tight ball. Its cage was far too small for it to sit comfortably in and it wasn't long before its muscles became stiff and sore. It released a small whine, hoping that the metal men would come and take it out soon. While it feared the metal men, the creature knew that they were its only way of getting out of the cage. All stayed silent, until the sounds of metal feet clanking in the distance reached the creature's sensitive ears.

It perked up a little, half-heartedly nudging at the bars with its three-fingered hands. The door to the room opened and bright light spilled in. Wincing, the creature shielded its eyes until they adjusted to the sudden burst of light. Slowly it lowered its hands and arms, glancing up at the metal men with round, berry-red eyes. Its eyes contained great fear and the metal men could see this, it knew. The metal men knew that they owned this creature completely. It was afraid of them and obediently bent to their will.

"Kraang, release the creature known as the mutant turtle from the containment unit known as the cage. Kraang wishes to run more tests on the creature known as the mutant turtle." One of the metal men said in a monotone voice. The creature shuddered as it spotted the small, pink alien-like being in the center of its gut.

"Affirmative, Kraang. Kraang will now release the creature known as the mutant turtle from the containment unit known as the cage. Kraang requests that Kraang 'watches Kraang's back'."

Their strange dialect confused the creature greatly, but as one of the metal men opened the lock to its cage and the rusted doors swung open it respectfully bowed its head low and faced the floor out of fear. The creature allowed itself to be pulled forcefully from the cage and be half dragged out of the room. Briefly it wondered what they planned to do with it this time.

They'd done everything from injections to blood tests to obstacle courses to seeing how long the creature could hold its breath. What would they do with it now? Well, it was definitely about to find out. As the creature was led through the halls it realised with a jolt that they were not headed for the usual room where the tests were run. Instead, they were headed to a heavy door at the end of the corridor.

Upon entering the room, the creature shrunk back slightly. Confusion and alarm sparked in its eyes as its gaze fell upon the large metal table and the sharp, gleaming saw above it.

"Kraang will now perform the procedure known as dissection on the creature known as the mutant turtle." One of the robots spoke. A shiver ran down the creature's spine; it didn't know what dissection meant, but it didn't sound good. As the metal men led the creature to the large metal table, it noticed that two of the men seemed to be different from the rest. These men had flesh and spoke with a normal tone, but for some reason the creature begun to fear them more than the metal men; they seemed just as cold and just as foreboding.

"Set the test subject down on the table and leave her to me. I'll have your results within the next forty-eight hours." He told the metal men, making the creature cower slightly as she was strapped down to the table. As the robot men left the strange one turned to his assistant, who was holding a clipboard.

"Subject is female and approximately 5'8" in height and one hundred and fifty-four pounds in weight. Age is estimated to be around seventeen to eighteen years; species is Malaclemys terrapin a.k.a Diamondback Terrapin." The lab assistant reported. "Should we begin?"

"Immediately," His superior told him. "The Kraang want their results as soon as possible. I don't know what they have planned, but if we want to live we had better go along with this."

"Will it be necessary to sedate the subject before dissection?"

"Why waste the resources?" The superior sneered. "It's a hideous freak of nature. Besides, it'll live."

The assistant gave an uneasy look, but didn't question him. Instead he started up the saw. The loud noise and sharp rotating blades caused the creature to panic and she struggled against the bonds on her wrists. "No… No…" Was all she could manage to whimper out, harshly tugging at the straps now.

"It's intelligent," The assistant sounded surprised. "Perhaps we should reconsider about using the sedatives?"

"No!" His superior hissed. "Just because some mutated freak can repeat one word, it does not make them smart. Continue the procedure."

The saw was slowly getting closer and closer, and the creature tugged at the straps even harder. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and she was on the verge of hyperventilating. As if luck were with her that night, one of the straps came loose and she was able to tug her left hand free.

"The experiment is trying to escape, secure her!"

Before the assistant could grab a hold of her arm, the creature delivered a clumsy but good punch to his head. Quickly she pulled the saw down and angled it so it only just cut through the other leather strap and then pulled her other hand out of its binds. The assistant's superior lunged for her, but she clumsily skidded out of the way and made a dash for the door. It was locked.

Shivering, she pressed up against the door as much as she could and watched as the superior slowly advanced on her position with a needle in his hand. "You won't be getting away, freak…"

As he lunged for her again, she leapt up onto one of the work benches. Tools and vials clattered to the floor as she scrambled away from the man and looked desperately for another escape. The only other option she could see was the window, but they were at least three stories up.

The man came at her again, and the creature realised that the window was indeed her only option. It was either fight or flight, and she really didn't have it in her to fight. Taking a deep breath, the creature made a dash for the window and leapt. Glass shattered and a roar of frustration filled the silence of the night.