Counterblow
Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
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"I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone", I shouted into my empty dark cell, "and they are never coming to rescue me".
Sitting back down on my sparsely straw covered floor, I could not stop myself from gagging as the smell of rotten food, urine, and feces invaded my nose.
I felt fresh wet tears spilling out of my eyes and rolling down my cheeks as the severity of my situation began setting in. Captured, hungry, wounded, and alone…
This has been my story for quite some time now.
Cringing as I thought about the man that I called master, I could not help but to hang my head down in submission.
He won.
"He was right, I am nothing to my older brothers, I never was", I chanted over and over as I sobbed silently to myself.
It's all over now…
If my family gave a damn about me, they would have been here from the beginning.
When I heard the sound of sobbing making its way through the observation room, I tore myself away from the test results I was analyzing to look.
The animal was sobbing uncontrollably and chanting nonsense in the middle of the floor. It still amazes me how these creatures think they have the capacity to feel human emotions.
Pathetic.
As I stared down into that sniveling wrecks cage, I could not help but let a smile pass my lips. One long year of wearing that turtles faith in his family down, and to finally witness him break, total gratification.
At first, I was a little frustrated that my methods were taking so long, but I guess the best things in life come with time.
Why should this be any different?
My plan was a very long one, but all things aimed at furthering knowledge are. No longer could I waste sleep while trying to understand what makes them the way that they are. I wanted to know why these things acted the way they did, because it simply is not logical.
After months of mind numbing research on the four terrapin creatures, I came up with many different methods for obtaining the answers that I desired. I had concluded that the best way to get what I deserved while weakening their walls of defense was to separate them and kidnap one of their own.
For the name of science, of course, I thought while mentally smirking.
My choice as to who would be my victim was obvious. The elder blue and red masked turtles would put up too much fight, and the purple masked turtle would prove to be to cunning.
Orange.
Orange was the key word, the key color, the chosen turtle. From what I gathered, he is the youngest of the four, and possesses a carefree attitude that has proven to be his downfall. His capture was pathetically easy.
Their alliance, their friendship, their..."family" goes against science against the natural order of things. When they escaped without leaving me the chance to figure out what makes them tick, I was infuriated.
How dare those creatures.
However, they will pay...he will suffer.
Experimentation, observation, and torture are of the up most importance. I wanted him to reach this moment in time, the moment when he realizes all hope is lost.
"Agent Bishop, the prisoner has finally broken, should we proceed with phase two?"
Ah, yes, Phase Two. I smiled inwardly to myself. Now is the time those amphibian freaks will pay. They will no longer be a constant hindrance to my plans. It is now they will know the meaning of pain.
Phase Two, I thought as I glanced at my assistant.
"Yes, begin Phase Two, wipe out his memory."