Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and all related characters belong to Nickelodeon.
Summary: 'He shivers violently, knowing it isn't from the cold but rather shock.' One turtle wakes to find himself in a bad situation. Originally a one shot, now a drabble series due to much requests. Word count 364. Comments, thoughts and concrit is always welcome.
The Situation
Ch 4 Hunger
It takes some time but eventually the twitching stops and he gains precarious control over his body once more. The turtle painfully pushes himself up to a sitting position and stares with distaste to the bowl of 'food' nearly a metre and a half away. His stomach growls achingly even as the overwhelming fetor sets off his gag reflex yet again. He grew up with the sewers his playground but this vile stench eclipses anything he has experienced in the past.
He is so hungry yet he knows they won't be giving him anything else. With shaking hands, the captured ninja reaches over for the bowl and reluctantly drags it towards himself. He retches and closes his eyes, tasting the rising bile on his tongue. He can't... he just can't... so he pushes it as far away as possible with his foot, careful not to spill for he doesn't want to make his situation worse than it already is.
Leaning tiredly against the purplish energy barrier, the isolated teenager tilts his head up and gazes to the ceiling of his cell. If only he had his weapons, maybe he could somehow break through the metal shielding. If he doesn't get out of here soon, he knows he'll be too weak to do anything. It dawns on him that he probably already is...
He isn't sure how long he sits staring up but eventually his gaoler actually decides to speak to him for the first time, informing him that if he doesn't choose to eat voluntarily they will simply force him for they require him alive. From the maliciousness inherent in its otherwise monotone voice, he knows the words are sincere and a terrible thrill of fear courses through him at the dreadful thought.
At this point, he really isn't certain which option is worse but he gingerly crawls over and picks up the bowl once more. Gulping, he haltingly digs his fingers into the viscous glop and lifts them, watching with stomach churning disgust as the substance slides off in slimy, smelly chunks to dribble back into the bowl and he can't help but gag again.
He can't do this.
He really just can't...