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It has been five months. Five months with the Shredder. Constant torture. Barely fed, barely given anything to drink. Always in the same room. The same dark room. Always the same cold room. Chained against the walls. Always drifting off into an uncomfortable sleep. His arms still above his head, chained.
Eventually they even had to replace the chains because his wrists were too swollen from all the struggling. That was the first time in 3 months they'd taken the chains off and Mikey saw them again. His arms were sore. So extremely sore. 3 months they'd been above his head and his wrists were swollen like Shredder insisted.
They were bleeding heavily and throbbing badly. For the first time in 3 months any of his injuries were threated. They were engulfed with ice cold water and then wrapped. That was the only thing that was done before he was chained again, above his head.
For the first time in 3 months Shredder didn't beat him that day. For which he was thankful. His whole face was bruised, so was his body. Many bones were broken and he was bleeding heavily. The only time he saw anyone that day was when he was fed. He was barely fed, like once in 2 or 3 days. Even when they fed him his chains weren't released.
They were simply lowered. With his hands still above his head he was practically pushed into the plate of food. Forced to eat like an animal. After that the chains were brought in place again and he'd never see anyone for the rest of the day. Until Shredder came back for his beating again.
He tried to imagine them countless times. He forced himself to remember. He thought about them every time. About Leo, Donnie, Raph and his father. About April and Casey. Every tiny detail of them. Leo's smell, Donnie's gab between his teeth, Raph's crack and his father's fur. April's hair and Casey's hockey skills. But he couldn't. How hard he tried he couldn't.
Slowly it faded. After months passed. Memories slowly faded away. He lost the memory of Casey's voice, April's smell. Leo's room, Raph's pet turtle, Splinter's touch, Donnie's name.
Everything faded in time. It was already after a month he forgot the names. How hard he tried he couldn't remember them. He lost track of time. He forgot their home. He forgot the memories. The happy memories they shared. He forgot all the happy times. He forgot about his brothers, his friends, his friends, his family.
Days passed, flashes of memories still flashed through his mind. His belt, knee pads, chucks and his mask had been taken long ago. The only memory he had to recall his previous life. But after they'd been taken he lost it. The memories he still had, when he heard his belt moving around his plastron, the soft touch of his mask. The feeling of his knee pad. They made him remember them slightly.
He recalled a sewer, A rat. Robots. But after that was taken all those slight memories faded. Faded only nothing remained. He lost everything. His freedom, his innocence. His gear and his memory. His family. He couldn't remember, how hard he tried. And after 4 and a half months he totally forgot about them. Didn't even remember he missed something.
Although he still felt hollow inside, empty.
They watched him, they'd watched him for 3 days now. Their baby brother finally home. Under the blanket was his broken body. Broken bones, arms, legs, ribs. Almost everything was broken or already healed. Bruises and cuts covered the free spaces on his body.
When they found him his face was so beaten and bleeding that it was almost unable to recognize. They brought him home immediately after. Their baby brother was finally home. After 5 months with the Shredder. Being tortured and beaten for answers. And from the fact the foot hadn't infiltrated their lair yet he didn't gave them.
He didn't say anything through the beating. When he snapped his bones, when he hit him in his face, chest, shoulder, legs. Nothing. He didn't answer them.
They treated the wounds the best they could and after 3 days his swollen and bruised face decreased. His swollen face was gone and what was left was some heavy bruises. But he didn't wake, yet. The only time they'd seen his baby blue eyes was when they freed him. Although he wasn't aware of their presence. Just waiting for his next beating. His head low and just staring down.
He didn't even react to their voices, he didn't know them anymore. He didn't know who they were, who he was. He forgot. He forgot the memories. He passed out when his arms were lowered. They carried him home and treated him. And they waited. Waited for him to wake up. But he didn't, not for 3 days.
~TBC~