Disclaimer
Sadly, I do not own the ninja turtles, only Giovanni, my OC, and the plotline.
The ninja turtles belong to….um…whoever…..owns them.
Special thanks to my beta reader, KrazyRandomness, for supporting me, and giving me someone to watch family guy with ;) which I do not own either!
Now this first chapter takes place in the eyes of Giovanni, my OC, who doesn't know much and is just starting to figure out things, so bear with me here
Giovanni
Huddled in my small metal cage, voices, low and quiet. "subject is ready" a long, thin metal rod, coming towards me, I cringe as far back as my cage will let me, but not far enough, its coming closer, and closer, a sharp stinging in my arm, the metal rod burrowed itself into my left shoulder, lashing out inside my cage, grabbing the long metal object and yanking it out of my arm, and throwing it through the cage, trying to stab who held it before. A small smile from the man, making me wonder "is he actually enjoying this?" he shouts for something called "voltage" he turns around for a few precious seconds, Presses a few buttons on a computer, then I start to hear a low humming noise followed by intense of having my metal cage electrified. I lay limp on the bottom of my cage, paralyzed
Another voice, shouting for something called sedatives, my cage door opening, seeing a different man. Being grabbed by a long metal claw, grasping around my neck, chocking me as I'm dragged out of my cage, my sanctum, the only home I had ever known, being carried across the room by my neck, taken to a large table with many people standing around it, all in surgical gloves and white coats, being forced to lay face down, as they bind my arms and legs, I struggle, the paralysis wearing off,, another sharp pain, this time in my right leg, followed by a numbness that consumes my leg and spreads to the other, rising through my body.
Voices, complaining the sedative isn't spreading fast enough, having a white mask pit over my mouth and nose, a strange hissing sound, Followed by a cloyingly sweet smell. Making me sick at my stomach, I retch, only to find that I have nothing to give up. As I had not eaten in days, the smell unbearable, can't escape it, slowing my thoughts and movement, getting harder to breath, afraid of suffocation.
Voices again, "prototype 253 is ready for identification protocols sir" a strange buzzing, shifting my head groggily, I seen another sharp piece of metal, with a canister of black liquid flowing into it via a long tube, this strange machine seems to be making the buzzing, "what are they going to do with it?" I wonder, but I'm too far out of it to the thought, the buzzing sound getting louder, followed by a deep masculine voice saying," we are ready to begin"
The buzzing sound gets even louder, followed by a slight burning feeling in my shoulder, not bothering me at first, but getting more painful by each second. After a few minutes the burning has intensified, It's almost unbearable now, even with the numbness. I try to scream, but my mouth won't work, all my muscles limp from the gas and sedatives. The burning feeling is consuming my shoulder, but then, the buzzing subsides, leaving my arm to throb painfully. I think the pain is over, I am relieved, but then, that same masculine voice, "phase one, complete. Phase two"
The buzzing starts again. I scream inwardly, wondering where the wondering will start next. My head is turned forcefully to the side, exposing my sensitive neck muscles, the buzzing is so close to my ear, I can feel the vibrations of the machine as it prods its pointed metal into my neck over and over, the pain unimaginable, far worse than my shoulder, my neck muscles quivering twitching, having miniature spasms, after what seemed like hours, the buzzing subsides, leaving me shaken and exhausted, my neck aching and sore, along with my shoulder.
My bonds are released, but I'm too exhausted and groggy to struggle, the claw again, picking me up by my neck, me hanging limply in front of it, bring thrown back into my cage, the door slammed shut and locked. Feeling drowsy, tempted to let the blackness take hold of me, but I mustn't, I have to be alert and cautious, I try to sit up, only to bang my head on the cold metal ceiling of my cage, creating a low resounding bong throughout the room. Hours later, laying facedown in my cage, rubbing my sore neck and shoulder with my other good arm, cautiously, I look at the wound, and gasp, strange symbols are engraved into my arm. All in bold black ink, I study them, knowing the must be important to them. I memorize the symbols, the entire night, the lights are dimmed and the people leave, only then do I take out the ring of keys I swiped from the man who tried to prod me with the needle
I had a plan, not a very good one, but one that worked. The man thought I was lashing out to attack him, but I really was lashing out, knowing he would cringe, and while his eyes were closed, take the keys from his pocket. They where shiny and metallic, two things I was used to. Hoping the metallic jingle of the keys would not alert him, while he was turned around; I hid them under my arm in a hollow spot inside my plastron, concealed from view to anyone who passes by. They where cold and sharp, and had been cutting into my armpit the entire time, bit didn't care, I didn't know much, but I knew that many "prototypes" came through this place, they came and went, I never figured out where they went, but when a "prototype" left that day, I always heard screams in the night. And unless I escaped, I was just going to be another scream hear at the end of the hallway. No, I wasn't going to, I refused to, I was leaving, and I was leaving tonight.
I slowly inched toward my lock, trying not to make a sound, but then the doors opens, and a harsh light spills into the room cutting through the darkness, it was the man, and he was looking around the room, with a shock I realize he was looking for his keys, he looks all throughout the room, under the metal table, in cabinets', and ever gets down on the floor and looks under the cages. When he stands up, his face is directly in front of my cage, he looks at me, and I look at him, giving him my best blank animalistic look, which seems to satisfy some suspicion he had, because he turns away and walks out of the room, checking the floor one last time as he walks out.
"They think I'm stupid, they think I'm only and experiment, but I could think and feel, and I knew this wants right, this wasn't how it was supposed to be, it felt wrong, this will not be my life, and I can't let them control me!" I thought. I inched toward the front of my cage again, crawling on my hands and knees. I take the key in my right hand, and reach around through the bars of my cage. Sliding the key into place on the lock, but the lock doesn't turn, "why won't it turn?" I think. Then, a brief flash of insight, gathered over the weeks of observing the people in coats, they use may different keys for different doors, cabinets, and equipment, Maybe this just isn't the right key! I slide the keys back out of the lock, And look at the individual keys on the ring, began the long process of trying each key, reaching though the bars over and over, having my hopes crushed each time.
After what seems like hours, I'm down to the last key on the ring, slowly, with trembling hands, I take the last key and take it through the bars with my hand, will this be the right key? Is the right key even on this ring? I'll never know, to my dismay, my arm starts shaking uncontrollably, no doubt from my excitement, but I'm excitement soon turns to bitter sadness as my trembling hand drops the keys, and they fall, unreachable, to the floor, making a loud metallic clang. That I imagined, sounded just like my heart breaking.