A/N: I have decided to make an offical sequal to Mechanics. As always, this story's fate rests in the hands of the readers.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters relating to TMNT
The flickering light of the computer screen made a futile attempt to illuminate the thick darkness that dominated the small room. While the light was barely enough to pierce the rest of the room, it did, however, manage to illuminate the face of an exhausted Donatello. He had his arms folded on the desk and he was using his arms as a pillow. His light brown eyes stared at a small piece of metal that sat a few inches from his face. The cursed object. He should have disposed of it months ago. However, it intrigued him to no end, which wasn't a good thing seeing is how it had come from the Shredder.
The turtle reached out and lightly touched the tip of his finger to the metal. It felt cool against his skin, but that was about it. The bonding mechanism had been dismantled. A chill shot down Donatello's spine as he remembered that horrific night. He buried his face in his arms as the scene played out in his mind. He saw Raphael, his beloved second oldest brother covered almost completely by Shredder's cyber armor. His eyes held nothing but loathing, fueled by lies that had been forced into his mind by the Foot leader. Raphael lashed out, attacking the ones he had sworn to protect.
He flung the sai with such force and speed that the others barely had time to duck. Raphael jumped and kicked out, sending Casey and Donatello flying across the room. Michelangelo and Leonardo engaged their brother in battle. Raphael kicked Michelangelo in the chest, sending him to the floor. Leonardo swung the rod, trying to make contact with the plate that held his brother in Shredder's grasp. Raphael glanced behind him and saw Donatello coming back to his senses. The purple-clad genius fortunately had his back turned. The Foot Tech turtle turned back to Leonardo. The blue-banded leader spun the rod, ready to make another swing attempt. Raphael back-flipped away from Leonardo as he swung the piece of steel. Donatello pushed himself to his knees and rubbed his head. Suddenly, an unbearable weight crashed down on his shoulders, sending him to the floor again. He felt something snap to his neck.
Donatello jumped and bolted straight up into his chair, his hand flying to the back of his neck. He looked down at the metal plate. It had been the same plate Raphael had forced on him. Yes, Casey had successfully smashed it into tiny shards, but Donatello, for the sheer purpose of challenging himself, had rebuilt the plate, along with the other armor pieces that had been removed from his friend and brothers.
The resident genius lowered his arm with a sigh. If Leonardo or Raphael knew that he had reconstructed Shredder's armor, they would have his shell. It had nearly destroyed Raphael, in more ways than one. It had forced him under the control of their worst enemy, made him believe his brothers were his enemies, and had made him strike down his baby brother. Yes, Michelangelo had healed and had forgiven Raphael for what had happened, saying that it wasn't his fault, but, that didn't stop the sai wielder from blaming himself for not being able to fight back, for not breaking free of Shredder's hold before it was too late. He was like Leonardo in that sense. They both hated to show weakness, and when they thought they weren't strong enough they both trained until they either collapsed from exhaustion or Splinter slipped something into their drink to make them sleep.
And speaking of sleep, Donatello thought as he yawned. I should probably get to bed before someone comes down and drags me up to my room.
He picked up the metal plate, turning it over in his hands a couple of times before standing up and walking over to a large steel vault that was installed into the wall in the far corner of the lab. He knelt down and opened the security panel. He punched in the combination and the door clicked open. Donatello opened the door and placed the plate inside. As he moved back to close the door, the light from the computer washed over a piece of blood red metal and a red mechanical eye before it was consumed in darkness as the door of the vault closed.
Donatello nervously tapped the top of the vault before he stood up and headed for the computer. He closed out of the program he had open and shut the computer off. If any of his family members knew what he was doing they would do everything in their power to stop it. Donatello knew what he was doing was bringing back old, painful memories, but if his calculations were correct, and they always were, his modifications would be a help rather than a hindrance.
I just hope I'll be able to convince the others.
What do you think? Worth continuing? Reviews are highly welcomed, flames (as always) are worthless.