Four brothers are captured by a scientist bent on finding out what makes them tick. Separated from each other and alone, they can do nothing but wait for rescue. T for torture and Raph's mouth. Buckle up kiddies.
Ok, so yes I may be crazy for trying this, but I'm trying to broaden my horizons. Let's see how this goes.
Derp, own nothin'. Well, the scientist guy I own, but I don't care about him. Basically a nobody I conjured from the depths of my imagination. Somebody needs a motive, right?
Ok, that's all, enjoy. (Er, at least I hope you do.)
A week. It had been one week to the day. One week since my brothers and I had been captured by that horrible, sick, sadistic son of a bitch scientist and his "loonys," as Mikey liked to call them.
We had been fighting some low-class Purple Dragons the night we were taken. Leo was already weak by the end of the fight, all because he had to go and play hero. Again. I guess it was better than letting that innocent get hit in the neck with a shirukin, but if I could, I would go back in time and make sure Leo's bicep had never been sliced open. On top of being stabbed in the thigh, his night was going wonderfully.
Mikey was slashed pretty deep in the leg by some dirtbag who had the chance to sneak up on him from behind with a knife. Three to one, yeah, like that's a fair fight. No point in complaining now, I suppose.
Donnie was knocked unconcious near the end of the fight, adding to his injury of a slash to the collarbone. A guy dropped a brick on his head from a fire escape. I thought he had killed Don when I saw it happen. I just... returned the favor.
After Don woke up in our cozy little cell, he asked me what happened after he was out. I told him we were caught. Before that? Right after his noggin took a hit? Umm... the guy... fell. How? Oh. Um... he... accidently smashed in his own skull. Yes. That's what happened.
Needless to say, I was glared at for the next five minutes.
I had more injuries than my brothers, probably because I was careless. These are Purple Dragons I'm talking about. Not exactly Tiger Claw standards. I got hit in the temple with a metal bat, a slash in my plastron from a sword, and a small knife embedded in my calf.
So when these guys armed with guns by the dozen come out of some white vans, none of us are looking too good in the fighting ability category. So, that means we were even worse off after being tazered and shot by elephant darts. We fought the best we could, but it wasn't enough. Leo was the last one standing when I passed out, and even then he was having a hard time standing on his own two feet. I woke up in this hell-hole someodd hours later with my brothers.
Well. That's how it all started. Now, though, I don't know where my brothers are, or how they're doing. I've been trying to make these guys mad at me, on the off chance it'll distract them from the others. I suppose I should back up a little bit, to when we first woke up. When we didn't know what to do or who was what. The good times.
Raph groaned. The last time his head hurt this much was when he and Mikey had found that awful liquid in the sewer as kids and decided to drink it. After scolding them, Don said it was called a hangover, while Leo laughed at their reactions to the light switch.
He looked around with bleary eyes. He was in a dark room. A small room. Four corners, and in each corner was one of his brothers, arms above their heads in chains attatched to the low ceiling. Their legs were bound in more loose chains connected to the floor, but since their feet couldn't even reach down that far it seemed pointless.
Raph shook his head and realized he was strung up in the exact same way.
What made Raph want to kill someone though, were the collars around their necks that were attatched to the wall behind them with some namby-pamby chain only thick enough to walk a dog.
'As soon as Mikey wakes up, he's gonna freak.' Raph thought.
Leo kicked his feet a little, making the chains rattle enough to get Raph's attention, but not enough to wake his sleeping brothers.
"Raph." Leo whispered.
Raph's head snapped up from glaring at the floor in surprise. He gave Leo a questioning look and he wasn't even sure why. He doubted his older brother even had an answer for once.
"What is this place, Leo? What's going on?" Raph asked. He still doubted the eldest knew anything on their current... predicament.
Leo shook his head solemnly and glanced at their younger brothers. "I don't know. I'm sorry. I wish I had something more to say about all of... this."
"You and me both." Raph muttered grimly.
In the corner to his left, Don began waking up. He blinked his eyes a few times, trying to make the grogginess go away.
"Which bus hit me?" He muttered. It was when Don tried to move his hands that he snapped awake, fully aware of his surroundings.
Raph chuckle sounded hollow. "Welcome to whatever kind of hell this is. Wasn't sure when you'd wake up. You took a nasty hit on the head before these chimps showed up."
They spent the next ten minutes catching up on what happened after Don was knocked out, half of which was spent telling Raph that killing someone was bad. And illegal. To which Raph replied, "It's only illegal if you get caught."
Leo rolled his eyes. "No, it's illegal no matter wha-"
Suddenly, the door on Raph's immediate left slammed open, and what seemed like a thousand lights turned on all at once. All three turtles winced from the sudden brightness coming off of them.
A tall, muscular man walked in wearing a long blue lab coat, followed by seven other people decked all out in police-grade suits, but without the badges.
The blue man walked into the middle of the room in six long strides, his shoes echoing with a loud 'clack' the entire way.
Mikey stirred awake while Don and Leo glared daggers and Raph growled.
The man smiled with a maniac grin, his bright blue eyes twinkling in an excited, creepy way behind circular glasses. He clapped his latex-gloved hands once enthusiastically and spun in a circle on his heels, his shoulder-length blonde ponytail moving with him. "Well! Now who's ready for some fun?"
Sorry if this sucks, and yes I know I should be working on my other stories, but one is on my tablet (dead and oh my gosh so hard to write on) and another is on my moms computer (downstairs and oh my gosh I can't work with it) and its late. And dark. And I'm a wuss.
Don't really know what universe, so whichever one you decide it will be. (Probably 2012 though.) Yay imagination! My condolences if yours is dead. I may have some to spare, but I'm tired and frankly don't have the energy to even think of a good summary for this thing.
Sorry if it's OOC in any way, I try to stay on target with characters but sometimes I get caught up in... yeah I don't even know. This will probably be the only authors note in the story, so that's why it's so long. I am also going to try and work on much longer chapters.
First try at a torture story, so this could be amazing or it could be disasterous. Heavy on the 'dis.' If anyone, anyone at all, I don't even care if you are a goldfish with thumbs, wants to put in a request for how this should be written, I am all ears. Er, eyes. You know what I mean.
Multiple points of view, first person (advised against), second person, third person, just Raph, how it should end, all is up in the air right now. Just tell me which balloon to shoot down and poof, (or pop) its in there. Up to you.
One more thing before I shut my pie hole and pass out, I am sorry if my grammar sucks. I do my best, but this writing system won't even capitalize my 'I's, much less anything else or point out my spelling mistakes. Words will be spelled wrong, spaces will be missed, and above all, eyes will be scratched out. Namely, mine from reading this without the proper corrections. And I suck at paragraph places. I try not to make them too long because I know from experience that it gets hard to read. Especially at night.
That's it, goodnight, I will post this tomorrow first chance I get, when I can think of a proper summary and my stupid fluffing internet decides to actually work.
-Agent Ladybug, Up, Up, and Away.
(P.S. For future reference. Yes. I know I am sadistic. Be glad it only comes out on paper. ;) )