Sunset, February? 2013
My head is clearer now, and I feel that I can go on telling about my imprisonment. The fresh air (well, as fresh as air can get in New York, anyway) seems to have done me well.
So there I was, imprisoned both in body and mind. For the most part, when the Kraang had no use for me, I stayed locked up in my floating prison cell, but that didn't mean that my mind had regained control. Instead, my body was on some kind of auto-pilot, an instinctual, base mode. Out of my control, my body was doing things that I would never do. Grooming, knuckle-walk pacing the cramped cell, while whimpering like, well, like a trapped animal, violently pounding and assaulting the sides of the cell. But, infinitely more disturbing and unsettling, was whenever the Kraang would use the mind control. Then even the "automatic setting" so to speak, would be gone, and the Kraang would have control. My freedom, that I had just started win back piece by piece, was absolutely gone. In fact, my position was the example of greatest lack of freedom there could be. I didn't have the freedom to even move my own body, instead the Kraang did.
Things stayed this way, for a long time. I really can't tell how long, exactly. There was no sun to tell the passage of days with. And, since we were being held in a pocket dimension, it's possible that no time passed at all. A warped, twisted, prison version of the wardrobe. You could stay in this prison for years, but when you left it would still be the same time as when you arrived. But that is just a theory. I had a lot of spare time to think, and so I did.
Of course, even if the possibility that no time at all really passed in the real world, time did pass within the prison. And the Kraang were horrible jailers. I'm prone to think that the Kraang knew little about Earth and its creatures, because they never knew exactly how to handle any of us mutants. For example, a plant mutant who was down and to the right of me, was in obvious strong need of some sunlight and water. The poor mutant was almost exactly the same shade of my houseplants when I tried to take care of them. A dying yellowish-brown. The Kraang, although (for some reason, perhaps to study us?) they did not want any of us dying on them, did not see this obvious problem, or else they did not know how to fix it. I hate to think how miserable his experience was. At least I was, for the most part, properly fed. Well, that depends on one's definition of "properly fed". I was not starving to death, at least. Often times the Kraang would only give us prisoners one meal a day. The hardier ones of us (mainly those insect or reptile based) managed fine, but the rest of us frequently would not have enough energy to move around much.
I remember distinctly the day of my, really our- all of us mutants', escapes. It was one of the one-meal days, and all I could manage was to lean tiredly against the edge of the cell. Suddenly, the sound of blaster fire came from the ground below, shaking me out of my tired stupor just enough to notice the presence of four familiar minds. To say I was surprised was an understatement. I was shocked! I had never expected to see the turtles again, let alone have them save me, and set me free once again. Not to mention how surprised I was at my powers working once again. Whenever I tried using them on any of the other residents, I couldn't do anything, still trapped in my mind. And yet, I could sense the turtles? I suppose, looking back on it, that it was because I already knew them, and what they, for lack of a better term, felt like. Just another reason for me to learn more about my powers, I suppose. So I can be less confused when these things happen. But, there they were, standing at the ground floor of this Kraang prison, fighting to set the mutants free. And, would you believe it? They remembered my name. I wish that there could have been more time, so that I could have talked to them more. Now I don't have a clue were they could have went. As they were fighting, and even starting to win, the Kraang activated their mind-control devices, ones attached to the plant-mutant from before, and another to a newer mutant, that I believe the turtles called Spiderbytes. Surely an appropriate name.
I mentally tensed, expecting the Kraang to activate the mind control device for more reinforcements. To by disbelief, rather than activating, the device short-circuited, and fell off of me entirely. I shook my head, and moved my arms, and nearly gave my own shriek of excitement from the pure joy I felt at once again controlling my actions. And then, the walls of my prison fizzled away, and I was completely free! (Well, except for the heavy metal cuffs, but those hardly mattered in comparison to everything that was going on). Seeing the Kraang droids below me, my excitement turned to an anger that I had not thought possible from myself, I leaped down from my cell and crushed the Kraang with my fists, smashing them to pieces.
And then something strange happened. All the thoughts in the room started to flood my own thoughts, but instead of overwhelming me, it almost felt comfortable, like I was getting a piece of myself back from being filled with all those thoughts. Of course, it helped that most of the thoughts in the room were the same, and the same as my own. Escape. For all of us (except for the turtles) this one word filled our minds. So when Donatello yelled to go through the portal, I hardly hesitated. I could also tell that even if I wanted to stay and help, the turtles would not budge and only push me harder to go. So I did.
I followed the crowd of escapees through the portals, and the next second, I was home. At first, lying in the middle of a small street somewhere in China Town, I couldn't believe it. I was out, I was back! Then, of course, my better judgement kicked in, and rushed to the safety of the roof tops before I was seen. Other mutants came out through the portal after me. (It was amusing to watch so many larger people all come out of a small mailbox, where the exit portal was located. Just thinking about what someone would look like if they witnessed this scene makes me laugh).
Although everything in me wanted to head back to my warehouse home, I stayed put to make sure that the turtles made it out all right. It was only fair, since they were the ones that freed us. After several more waves of mutant escapees, the turtles finally emerged. I was initially relived and joyous at them having come out unharmed until I was hit by the strong wave of grief that emanated from Donatello. I was taken aback for a moment, and had to fight hard to compose myself against so much grief. He had lost someone dear to him. A robot that he had built from scraps named Metalhead. His brothers tried to comfort him, but I knew that he wanted to be left alone. and so I did not approach them, although this may have been my one chance.
And so here I am, once again back in my worn down warehouse home. Once again in solitude, but not as much as before, because now I know that there are others out there. The sun has set outside, and my jail-break has left me exhausted. How nice it will be to get to sleep in a bed! My little pile of rags and discarded pillows will seem fit for a king tonight.
Random theories on what it's like to be a Kraang prisoner. Am I the only one who noticed how bad Snakeweed looked in that episode? The poor guy really needed some sunlight, scheesh. R&R Until next entry!
