Nalong - Chapter 1

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Let's see is there anything else that I can think of? Oh yes, italics are usually thinking. If they are inside quotes then they are emphasis, but usually they're thinking

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Leo was the first one to wake up. Not surprisingly, especially since he had been hit first, and he always came to rather quickly compared to his brothers. He looked around and realized that he had no idea where he was. The chain that held him to the wall was frustrating and he pulled at it. One always checked to make sure restraints were more than just for show. Unfortunately, these were definitely serious restraints. He tried to remember how he had gotten himself into this particular predicament. All he came up with was a fight, and a dart, then nothing. A second look around the room and he realized that he wasn't alone. His brothers were all chained to the walls just like he was. Silently he cursed to himself. There was nothing he could do other than wait for them to wake up. He guessed that Raphael would be next. Mikey and Donnie tended to take little longer to come around than the larger turtles did.

How sad is it that I'm pretty sure of the order they'll wake up in after being drugged. It certainly wasn't normal, but then, they weren't normal. He heard someone coming and quickly pretended to be unconscious again.

"They are strong. They will make good slaves." A male voice said.

Slaves? Where are we? Leo thought. Mental alarms were going off like crazy.

"Yes sir. I am told they also took out several of the Protectors, even without guns. Their weapons are ancient and outdated, but they fight well."

It was a feminine voice and Leo could feel his blood start to boil at the woman he couldn't see. I'll show you ancient and outdated when I get out of here.

"We must not underestimate them." She continued.

Ain't that the truth, Leo thought. He wasn't worried about not being underestimated however. They were almost always underestimated eventually, and they could wait. It was just one more prison to break out of. He and his brothers had broken out of enough of them that he wasn't terribly concerned by the prospect of one more. He knew they could do it, but he didn't have to like it.

"We should probably separate them before they come to." The man said.

"Actually that would be ill-advisable." The woman replied. "They are reportedly a close knit group and separating them would make them violent and more difficult to control. Jarvis wishes that they remain together."

Good choice Jarvis. Leonardo heard the pair outside the cell turn and leave. A moment later he opened his eyes carefully and started trying to rouse his brothers.

Sure enough Raphael was the next to wake up. Once he was fully awake Leo explained what he had just heard and Raph explained the rest of the fight.

"I think Donnie's going to be out for a while yet." Raph stated, which didn't surprise Leo, but Raphael continued. "I think he got more than one dart. He had several on his bo and I think he might have cut himself on one of them."

Soon Michelangelo started showing signs of waking, but Donatello remained unconscious.

"What makes you think that Raph?" Leo asked quietly

"His reaction time was slow, and he wavered when he tried to stop the darts that got us. He just didn't seem to be all there."

They looked worriedly at their still unconscious brother. Even Mikey was coming to now. He had heard Raph's last statement, but wasn't quite sure who he was talking about, looking around the room he knew it had to be Don.

"Donnie took two darts?" Mikey asked, voice cracking. he swallowed once and waited for an answer.

"At least," Raphael confirmed. Now that Mikey was awake they might be able to see how many Don had touched. "Mikey, can you see his hands from where you are?"

"Uh, kinda. Why?"

"Can you see any cuts that might be from the darts?" Leonardo asked, realizing where Raphael was going with this.

"His hands are all cut up, but I can't tell what might be from a dart, and what might be from other parts of the fight. He's got a couple of slices that I see from here though."

"Mikey, is he breathing?" Leo asked worry in his voice.

Mikey watched his brother carefully before replying. At first he didn't think he was, but looking again he could see the slow rise and fall of his brother's chest.

"Yeah, yes he is!" Mikey whispered relief evident in his voice.

"Hey Leo, do they know we speak English?" Raph asked suddenly.

"I can't imagine that they don't, but let's not use it. Just in case."

For the time being they would converse in Japanese or not at all. Splinter had taught them the language when they were young and they found that slipping into the old habit was not as difficult as they had first expected.

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The door was unlocked and the guards from earlier entered the concrete chamber. Leonardo eyed the guard with curiosity and anger. Behind the door stood several more, but only two actually entered the cell.

A while later the guards returned. Donatello was still unconscious and his brothers figured he was going to remain that way for quite a while yet.

"Well, well, well." The male guard drawled. "Look who finally decided to wake up."

Three conscious turtles glared at him and his female counterpart. The fourth just continued breathing, unaware of the events surrounding him.

Anger took a side seat to curiosity when the woman approached Michelangelo.

"Well, we can't just leave you here now can we? We need you working." The woman explained.

Leo carefully kept the expression of curiosity and anger on his face and noticed that his brothers were doing likewise. The handcuffs were removed from the chains on the wall and a shock stick was the new way to keep them in line. The woman released Michelangelo and Leonardo as the man released Donatello and started to pick him up. Raphael didn't like that one little bit and tried to pull away from the wall. The restraints held. Leonardo glared at him and Raphael knew it was a warning, but he didn't want that guy touching any of his brothers, no way, no how. The woman who had been about to remove his restraints took a step back from Raphael. Noticing the look on his face and where it was aimed she paused. Raph forced himself to calm down momentarily and after a few moments she released him as well.

As soon as he was free he rushed to the man who now carried his still unconscious brother. Raphael growled at him, but kept his distance. These people thought they were animals anyway, so why not show them just how animal he could be.

"Alan, I think you should give her to him. I think that one might be his mate." The woman said in warning to her partner.

All three conscious turtles shared the same thought, her? Leonardo stood in shock at the statement, he couldn't figure out just where she had pulled that from, a quick glance at Michelangelo and he could tell his brother in orange was trying desperately not to laugh. Raphael didn't find it funny at all. He turned to the woman and corrected her.

"Brother," He hissed, if he had used English she probably would have understood, but they had agreed on Japanese and until they knew more, that was the way things would stay.

"How can you tell the difference Sandy?" The man, Alan, asked. "They look the same to me."

"A couple of reasons," she started.

Raphael growled at the man again cutting off her explanation.

"First give her to him." The woman ordered. Once Alan did so she continued. "First off the reaction of the one with the red bandana was a protective one. You only see that in animals when a mother protects her young, or when a male protects his mate. They all look to be the same age, so logically the purple one must be a mate. Second the three who are awake are all darker than the one you were holding and in many species coloring is different for males and females. Also she's wearing purple."

"Don's going to be mad when he finds out about this." Mikey whispered to Leo, again in Japanese. Leo just nodded. Donnie was going to be angry, probably very angry. At least Leo could be pretty sure that Don wouldn't take that anger out on anyone.

"Come on turtles." The man ordered threatening the group with the stun gun and spitting the last word as though it were something dirty. They moved as they were instructed, Raphael now carrying Donatello, which was made even more of a trick by the fact that both were handcuffed.

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BWAHAHAHAHAAA!

AAH! Oh, uh... meet my muse, one of them anyway. I think this one has it in for poor Donnie. No, not really. She just wants to embarrass him and make his life a little bit miserable. I think that she thinks it's funny. Don't worry though, he's my favorite turtle, so you can be sure he'll have his chance to shine.

I don't know that they actually speak Japanese, in the third movie they don't, but who cares. That movie was weird anyway. In my world they do, mostly because it works for the story. I don't speak Japanese, pero no creo que ellos hablen Español, por lo tanto ellos hablan Japonés.