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. Word count 415. Comments, thoughts and concrit is always welcome.

Review Responses:

Guest from June 12: Since you posted anonymously, there is no reason to have been embarrassed if you were wrong. After all, who would know it was you? XD Sorry as these are a drabble series and the original challenge I created the first 2 chapters for stipulates 500 words or less, that is what I am trying to stick with on this one (though I failed and went slightly over in the previous chapter...)

Anonymous from June 14: It's certainly very possible.

The Situation

Ch 11 Chance

His eyes snap open even as he is already moving, instantly launching to his feet with a speed he has not exhibited in what feels like forever. He rushes at the bent down form of the captor placing the bowl inside, trying not to laugh as the otherwise emotionless face of his provider somehow manages to convey shock at the sight of one hundred and eighty pounds of mutant turtle bearing down on it as he uses its head as a springboard.

The ninja pushes powerfully off with the tightly coiled muscles of his legs, jumping well clear of his floating gaol. From his long hours of face pressed against the veil of his prison, he already knew he was high up so he is not worried or surprised at the lack of ground beneath his feet. Instead he revels in the pure feeling of joyous freedom during his controlled fall through the air. However, he quickly reminds himself to focus and that is when he notes with surprise that there are far more energy cells around his, above and below, than he at first realised and that he is not alone in this hell-hole after all.

At least two of the other energised cages are occupied, though he cannot take the time to see who by; at least, not unless he wishes to come to a sudden splat on the fast approaching ground.

He grabs hold of various floating ledges on the way down, swinging off them to slow his dangerous descent even as an alarm starts sounding, loud and nearly deafening. The klaxon is the first real sound he has heard since the last time they punished him and that is almost enough to make him relish the sensation. Soon, the acrobatic ninja makes solid ground and he gulps, seeing weapons raised and pointed directly at his face. He doesn't pause however, he just runs, dodging wildly as he makes for a nearby open doorway.

Despite not knowing where it leads, the turtle realises he needs to immediately get out of sight and then out of this place, this situation. He feels a brief flash of guilt as he remembers the other occupied cells but there was simply no time to stick around. If he can at least lose his pursuers, he can double back for them later, maybe even with help if he can find a way out and find allies.

For the moment, this is all he is capable of doing.