Alright, here's the next chapter! Yay! I not only lost power to my laptop, but then lost the chapter itself. Anyway, enjoy and watch for the next chapter, which should be up tomorrow.
Chapter 8
Raph groans as he starts to come to. He feels sluggish, like he'd pulled an all nighter again. Funny. He didn't remember doing that. Could be because he feels so tired…
He pried his eyes open to find it very bright. Quickly closing his eyes again, he resigned to just letting himself wake up. After a few minutes, he could feel his arms and legs again. His fingers moved slightly before he froze, feeling a pair of hands on each arm. Someone was carrying him.
Raph remained as if he were still out of it as he tried to piece together what was going on. He slit his eyes open again to find himself surrounded by black clothed people.
Foot…
They were everywhere as if there were no floor or walls. Just a black mass of people.
They stopped in front of a door and the sea of Foot ninjas parted until there was just one Foot ninja standing in front of the door.
Keith…
"You're awake," Keith grunted.
Raph smirked, glaring at him. "Yep. Now what are you going to do about it?" He didn't want to show the fact that he was just a little bit scared. He was way out numbered, but he would fight his way out, or at least try. He didn't like his odds though.
Keith snickered. "Not me. Dr. Masato is the one who's going to do something about it. You'll just have to wait and find out."
Raph narrowed his eyes, saying nothing.
Keith snickered and turned around, opening a door. He walked inside and stopped behind a tall dark haired man. "He's here."
The ninjas dragged Raphael into the room stopping a couple feet behind Keith.
The doctor turned around, brown eyes taking in the red masked turtle.
Raph swallowed as Masato's eyes narrowed on him, though he kept his scowl in place. This weirdo looked just as mad as Stockman. No, not mad, he seemed to have a bit of a… deranged air to him.
"Hm… so you're one of the terrapins," Dr. Masato mused.
Raph glared at him a little more, not giving him the satisfaction of getting an answer.
Dr. Masato started chuckling, an eerie sound to anyone ears. "So don't talk my green friend. We'll still get this done. Put him on the table."
Raph struggled in their grip as the ninjas dragged him over to the table. He had no clue what that crazy doctor was going to do to him, but he didn't want to find out. He really wished his family would get here and mount a rescue. He wondered if they even knew he'd gone missing. They could still be waiting at that warehouse for him. Oh boy. When this was done, he was going to get an earful from Leo about not going off on dangerous missions alone or something. Right now though, he'd gladly listen to that rather than find out what was going to happen.
The ninja slammed him down on the table and began strapping him down.
"Uh uh," Dr. Masato chided. "Face down. It simply won't do if you have him facing upward. How am I supposed to get at the back of his neck that way?"
Some of the ninja grunted, but undid what they had already done and flipped him over.
Raph buckled every chance he got, knowing that if they got him strapped down on his stomach, there would be nothing he could do. Though, no matter how much he struggled, they kept their tight hold on him until the last strap was pulled tight. Raph winced and tugged against the leather holding him down. "You're not going to succeed ya know," he growled at Masato.
Masato laughed. "Where Stockman failed, I will succeed. I am farther now with this plan than he ever was or could take it."
Raph's blood ran a little cold at the mention of Stockman's name. If this was one of Stockman's plans, it was already guaranteed to be a little whack, but with Masato in charge of it… It wasn't going to be pretty. Raph could already tell that much.
"You may leave now. I will summon you and master Shredder as soon as the procedure is over," Dr. Masato said calm and smug.
Keith growled and stopped out of the room. "You'd better," he sneered on his way out as he and the ninja disappeared from the room.
Raph turned his head to get a better look at Dr. Masato. He pulled again at the restraints, but it did no good.
Dr. Masato picked up a silver scalpel and a small black device. He stopped next to Raphael. "Do you know what this will do?" he asked, putting the small black device in front of Raph's face.
"Do you think I'd know what that stupid thing is?" Raph growled.
Dr. Masato smirked. "It connects to your nervous system and takes over your actions. You'll have no choice in the matter. Sort of like a puppet without the strings."
"That can't be possible," Raph replied in both confusion and anger.
"Oh it's quite possible." Masato turned the device around in his hand. "We'll just see how well it works." He put the scalpel against Raph's neck and began the process.
Raph gritted his teeth as he felt the scalpel cut into the back of his neck. His fists clenched at the pain that traveled down his spine and through his whole body. He tried again at trying to get himself free, but now moving caused just as much pain. It kept increasing until the only thing he wanted was for it to stop, his screams of pain echoing in his mind. Though, he would never allow Masato or any of the Foot to hear them.
A few hours later, Raph slowly opened his eyes. He had blacked out at some time, but couldn't remember when. He only remembered the pain. Slowly, he lifted his head, but saw no one in the room. The pain in his neck wasn't as bad as before, but quick movement still sent sharp shafts of pain down his spine. He tried getting up, but found himself still bound down. He really hoped that the thing that Masato put in him didn't work. Especially if this whole thing had been started by Stockman who knows at what time. He knew that if it did work, they would most likely use him to attack his family. There was one bright side. If they were controlling him like a puppet, they couldn't possibly control his mouth. He could still warn them, then Don could figure out a way to turn the thing off and get it out of him. He could only hope it would be that easy. Hope being the key word. His heart sunk. Things were never easy.
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