I hope you like this one shot. And I'm already sorry about all the spelling mistakes, since English isn't my first language. But please enjoy :3
It had been going on for a weeks. Pain, torture and drugs kept him busy all day. No one helped him when pain took over. He hadn't sleep in two or three days, because everywhere hurted. Expecially his mind. He was broken. Torture was simply too much. They had tested him physically and emotionally. He hadn't give up, until few hours ago. It was all too much, and he was so tired.. He just wanted to close his eyes, and slip to the darkness.. and never return again.
The room he was in was dark. It wasn't big, pretty small actually. His hands were tied behind his back, and the rope holding them was strapped to a wall. There was no way to escape. He had tried everything, but nothing had worked. It made him frustrated. His sensei always told him that there's always something you can do. Seems like there isn't. There's nothing he can do..
The men hadn't bothered him today, but he hadn't eat today either. But he didn't complain. Food usually contained drugs or something that made him feel nauseous. After meal, he usually threw up multiple times, or fell asleep. And when he woke up, he was strapped to a examine table. Room they did test in was completely white, until they finished with him. Then, besides white, the room had blood red dots over it. After they had tortured him enough, they drugged him, and dragged back to his little prison room. He hadn't seen daylight or sky in three weeks. In three weeks and four days. He had been locked in here such a damn long time, without his family finding him. Slownly, he started to lose his hope, dignity, blood and mind. He wasn't the same guy he once was.
And how this all started? He didn't know himself either. It all happened so fast. They were on a patrol, just having fun. No enemies in sight, nothing. Everything was so peaceful. They just decided to play a round of hide 'n' seek. That was a mistake. When he had hid to a nearby alley, they ambushed him. He didn't have time to shout, or do anything. A dart full of drug went into his system, and he collapsed in seconds. Then he didn't remember anything. Expect that he woke up in here. After that, only one word could tell what happened after that. Hell. This whole place was a hell. Full of sick mans, who wanted to examine others pain, and see their victims break. Like he did. He tried so hard not to let them in, and fight. But he thought that his brothers would find him, and that they would save him. But they still hadn't. Thought made him anxious. Were they even looking? He actually didn't think so. He wasn't worth it.
Again, he was woken when the door of his cell opened, as a white suited man stepped inside. As usually, he had wicked grin over his face. But he didn't care anymore. All that he want would happen anyway, so what ever? Even if he fought, it would only hurt more. They use whatever to get him under control; whips, electric, fire.. everything. But still, most painful of everything had been emotionally hurtful tests.
Just like always, man walked over him, and placed a muzzle over his mouth. He hated it at first, and he still did. But there was no point of fighting back. Then the man grinned, and put a metal collar to his neck. He could see the man holding a device. And he knew this collar. It would sent out shockwaves, if he'd fight back. And he knew, that those thing hurt like hell. But you get used to the too. First times were worse than it's now. It's really not that much anymore. But they are taking it to next level all the time. It hurted more and more after each torture session. He just wanted them to finish him, so the pain would finally end.
He stood up by the mans command. The man put a leash to his collar, and started taking him to the examine room. He felt humiliated every time this was done, but who cared anyway. They would do it even if he did like it or not. There was no point of fighting.
The sientics had noticed him broke, and they teased him about it. He didn't care. He had lost all alredy, he had nothing to lose anymore. His honor, family, mind, hope,courage, dna, and even his mask. All gone. And he missed all of them, especially his family and father. He missed April, Casey, Karai, Leatherhead, Slash.. all of them so damn much. But at least they were safe. He didn't want them to go trough this hell.
"Dr. Barrow, is the subject ready?" The same question every fucking time he entered to the examine -or the torture- room. And every time the same answer;
"Yes". As the answer came, they strapped him down. He couldn't move anything when they were done strapping him. That was the point of it. He couldn't even scream because of the muzzle. All he could do was endure. Endure that overhelming pain they made him go trough. To make sure he didn't move, one of the five man in the room stapped him with a needle full of yellow liquid. It made him go numb, and at least now he couldn't move his body. He could still hear them loud and clear.
"Dr., what are we planning to do to him today?"
"We'll figure out why he is like that. He's like a human turtle, and i can't find any explanation to it. It's very interesting.." Very interesting indeed. If the man would just ask, he would gladly tell him about the Kraang and mutagen. But no.. They had to cut him, test his blood, look his dna, and hurt him of course.
When the men started gathering their 'tools', he thought about everything he had found out about these humans from the three past weeks. Dr. Barrow was the 'leader'. Everyone seemed to respect him, and he had the last word in everything. Other four were here just to help him. They must get paid well if they really do this kind of job..
He felt the first blade to made contact with his skin, and blood started pouring out from just made cut on his leg. He couldn't see, only feel the pain it caused. But pain was his only frien in here. It kept company all the time. It didn't leave his side. It kind of made him feel better. After all, he had failed his family. He couldn't be strong when he had to. He failed by giving up. But he didnät care anymore. His family wasn't looking for him, and that was the end of it. He missed them, but they deserved better than what he was. Failure.
After a time what felt like days, they finally stopped. They sounded like they didn't got any new information about him. Dr. Barrow sounded especially annoyed, and he looked at the creature with hatred. Where did it come from, and how is it still alive. He was pretty sure, that any human couldn't endure this much pain. But this thing just keeps going. He is broken already, but alive. And Dr. Barrow doesn't know what to do to him anymore. But he can't let the creature go. It would be wrong. It could kill people.
"Take it in it's cage. I'll decide what we do with it by tomorrow", Dr. said, and his footsteps disappeared to the distance.
He was taken back into the dark room. Same routine every day. He woke up in here, got tortured and then they'd bring him back here. He just hoped they would kill him was all he wanted right now. He didn't even know why he still was alive. Was there any meaning in his life anymore? He didn't think so. Worthless. Stupid. Foolish.
He just laid on the cold, hard floor, and tried to see trough the dark room. This has been his home for the last three painful weeks. The thought made him chuckle. But this was better than nothing. This was the only place in here, where he hadn't gotten hurt. And that was something.
Burn marks covered his skin at his shoulders and neck. His plastron had several cuts and bruises. His legs had big cuts, burn marks, and so did his back. But those injuries didn't hurt that much anymore.. Who was he kidding to? They hurted so much. In the middle of the pain, he thought about his weapon. He hadn't seen it for three weeks, and it really meant the world to him. He hoped he could at least die with his weapon on his side.
He sighed, and closed his eyes. He felt even more weak after each test. His energy was gone. All the test were simply too much.. First week they just tested his abilities. Like how fast could he run, and how much pain could he handle. It was an easy week, and he made through it without too many injuries. Second week, however, was the hardest. They tested him emotionally. They used some kind of machine to get inside of his head to see his memories and thoughts. Because of that machine, they knew every single thing about him. They made holograms of his brothers and friends, and were like they were torturing them, killing them without mercy and painfully. That really was the worse torture ever.
Third week had been about everything they couldn't fit to a first and second week. Pain, emotional breakdowns, hallucinations, fighting skills, everything.
One thing was now sure, and he had accepted it. No one was gonna rescue him. He would die here without his family showing up. But he would take their family secrets with him. Even if they could study his brain, he was trained to hid most important things from them. Like the location of the lair, and his family and friends. He actually got them believe, that he's the only mutant. And he was pretty happy about what he had done. His family would be safe, and that's all that matters.