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A/N: Considering the cliffie I put on the last chapter, I'm surprised that I haven't already been picked off by a sniper somewhere. Then again, if that happened then the story wouldn't continue! Sorry so much about this guys, but you'll probably find this chapter lame as all get out. I promise that I'll pick it up, and trust me, you'll love that one! Everyone will, I'm sure. It's already in the works.
Tewi: Believe it or not, your frustration delights me! It's just the thing that I hope to feel when I'm reading in on someone else's story, it makes me want more! Hope that you see it as positive as well. Have fun on spring break. Loved your review, by the way! (A ton of questions? Surely you jest!)Zombie Cordelia: Thanx for the review. I'll try not to dissappoint you. SilentWater13: That has to be the most cheerful review that you've ever written! I suppose that it only makes sense, because he was finally able to trash Honor. Cheers? Yeah, you were definetely pleased by that; and I'm pleased to have pleased you! Jessiy Landroz: Yeah, I'm sure that she'll remember that bit about the flammable clothing from now on! artykidd: Where's Vivid? You'll find out! and yes, I say the 'cool beans' thing all the time, the officers I work with look at me like I'm nuts! RealityBreakGirl: Believe it or not, I'm not a cussing type person either. In the beginning of writing this story, I realized that if I was going to write Raph realistically, then it would have to be done. At first it was like pulling teeth, but then I found if I substituted letters with symbols it made me feel better! Thanx for the review and welcome! Reijiro: What? No predictions? Are you feeling all right? (Checks temperature) hahaha. Maybe next time? And to answer your question, no Kartal wasn't there. As in the chapter before, I thought that a potentially laboring man wasn't really neccessary at the moment (plus Amuke knows better!) RAPHAELFAN02: Yes! You are right! I missed your reviews! Thank you for reviewing this one, though! And also you are the only one of this story that's mentioned my other story, the veteran one. I will be looking forward to seeing you on that one as well!
Chapter20
Caught, Skinned and Skewered
What'r you so ticked for! It's not like you were the one who got caught, or something! I mean, c'mon do you think that I enjoyed it! Y'all obviously don't know me very well! And plus that, (puffs out his chest) you're right in the fact that the, uh, fire scene (brushes off his shoulders) really was pretty good, huh? Yeah. I liked it too. Any time that I get to toast those buns is time well spent, I say! She deserved it! And NO I wasn't getting too cocky before that! Have you ever known me to be cocky? (Glares at you before you get a chance to laugh) That's what I thought! Hmph! Well, I'm not really looking too forward to recounting the next, uh, events to you. Hope you feel the same way, cause then we can kill those witches! (Takes a breath, then looks at you.) Well anyway, here's the friggin story.
My head sure hurt like a mother fu#ker.
That's the first thing that went through my mind. It was like a hangover x 10. My skin also felt like it was missing a layer. It stung all over as though someone scrubbed me from head to foot with sandpaper. I gritted my teeth to keep from groaning, but a small hiss still escaped.
"Well well well! It looks like The One is awake!"
Oh boy.
Grimacing, I opened my eyes. All I saw was the ceiling. Grunting I moved to get up.
Nothing happened.
Straining my muscles, I tried again. I couldn't. My arms, legs, chest, hell even my head was strapped down! When I tried to move once more, I discovered that they even went so far as to strap down my individual fingers and my feet and toes on a vertical platform on the table I was lying on. I couldn't move a single muscle. For the first time that I remember I started to feel claustrophobic. The restriction was a little bit scary, in a way. It was the feeling that if anything happened, you'd be totally helpless to do anything about it. You were at the complete mercy of your environment and those around it.
Damn fu#king turtle fuc#king luck true to fu#king form!
A head appeared in my line of vision. It was an elential with midnight blue hair and lime green eyes. She smiled. I snarled. "I noticed you trying to move, I'm afraid that that will prove to be pointless for the duration of your stay." Her head moved to where I couldn't see it. I couldn't even turn my own head to continue glowering at her because of this stupid head strap! I so wanted to chew off her head right about now!
"You see,..." she continued on out of my line of vision. I heard the shuffling of what sounded like metal and plastic. "...although you may not have realized it yet, conjuring the elements is a mixture of power, emotion, and physical movement." I could almost hear her smiling at me. "So obviously with your body movements restricted in this way, it makes it much safer for us, considering what Her Majesty told us you are getting a much better grasp of your powers."
I snarled. "Look, why are you serving that b!t#h! She's done nothing for you! Let me go, you fu#ker! She's a fu#ker! Why she's nothing but a sorry, low down, no good ass-kissing little-"
I stopped ubruptly. I couldn't breath.Her hand was grasped around my throat, effectively cutting off my windpipe. I gaped silently for air. My face turned slightly purple both from my anger and from lack of oxygen.You see what I mean about thatI-hate-being-helpless thing?
The elential was glaring at me with hate-filled eyes. Takingher handaway she grabbed my cheeks like a mother would a naughty boy. I gaped my mouth, sucking in the sweet sweet air. Her holdon my cheeks tightened painfully."Listen you little SOB, I don't care what you say. Honor is destined to be the ruler of all, and I'm not going to let an obstinant, undignified little ass-wipe of a male say anything like that again!"
I so wanted to rip that freaking hand off that pinched my cheeks like that. Never had I ever been so pissed off and humiliated. "YOU listen, she needs me, you couldn't do anything to me even if you wanted to!" which obviously she did. Not that I gave a crap what she really wanted.
She froze for a moment, not moving or saying anything. Then the realization began to brim in her eyes. She was realizing that I was right. Lifting her head hautily she sniffed in disdain,released her holdand continued her work as though nothing happened. I snickered. I couldn't see her, but I bet she was boiling mad. And she was.
I heard a sliding door open, two pairs of heels clicked in the room. "Is he ready?" One of them asked.
"Yes." said my new friend. "He's been cleansed thoroughly," ah. No wonder my skin was so sore."and the incubation pod is nearing it's completion. He's completely strapped down, though he seems to have a bad mouth." she said that last part with disdain and I couldn't help but snicker.
"He's supposed to be unconscious."
"It's all right if he's conscious. The drugs we gave him weren't garunteed to last, despite the fact that we gave him the highest legal dosage. We can put him under with the anesthesia equipment in the incubation room."
They were talking about me like I wasn't even there. I could hardly stand it. "Look, ladies. I don't care what you're planning, cause you're not going to get away with it." I was blustering, I knew it. But what else could I do? The very least that I could do was annoy the hell out of them. Besides, I really didn't like the words 'incubation pod' too much. What the hell was an incubatin pod! Damn I really didn't want to find out.
One of them sniffed. "Oh please, male, what can you do?"
My mind mulled over the situation. I thought of something. Something that I wouldn't even had considered had I been in a situation that was any different. "I can starve myself." I heard shuffling in the backround. A much as I hated this plan, I ran with it. "You would'nt like that, would ya? Then you can kiss baby bye-bye!"
"That won't be an issue with us."
That was unexpected. What was she talking about? "Wha- why not?"
I heard a snicker. "You'll find out."
I definetely didn't like the sound of that. I heard more things moving in the background. Definetely didn't like that either.
One of the elentials, this one with forest green hair and hot pink eyes, leaned over me while speaking into some sort of recorder. "We are now getting ready to empty his stomach contents in preparation for the deliverance of proper food substantial to the fetus's healthy growth."
"What are you talking about? Empty my stomach? What the hell!"
My complaints fell upon deaf ears; the ladies were now in business mode. But you know me. I was determined to make myself heard.
"Lube up the tubing."
Or not.
The blue haired chick leaned over me with a long, skinny tube in her hands. She was smiling wickedly. I couldn't see the other end of it. Before I knew what exactly she was doing, she grasped my mouth with a firm hand, clasping my jaws shut. Then she did something that I never really expected.
She stuck the thing up my nose.
It entered my nostril like a worm. It tickled and just plain felt wierd as it slid further into my nose.And she didn't stop there. It continued down into my throat, the lubrication helping it slide through effortlessly. When it reached the back of my throat I gagged with the sensation of it. I retched, but managed to keep my stomach contents down. These ladies seemed like the type to just leave it on me if I ever puked.
The entire time the green-haired lady continued her monologue. "The nasogastric tube went down without issues. The nares are open and the passage to the esophagus is clear. We are now continuing down to the stomach."
I can't quite describe the sensation of it sliding down my gullet. The best I can compare it to (although I've never felt such a thing) is a slimy eel sliding down my throat. The muscles in my throat rebelled against the unfamiliar feeling and I continued to gag despite my best efforts.
Apparently they reached their destination despite my discomfort. I knew this when they shouted "I have bile!"
I remember something Donny said once about bile, apparently it's that ooky stuff in your stomach. Has lots of acids or something. Who the hell cares! All I know is that after she said that, they turned on the suction.
"We have reached the stomach and now we are emptying the stomach contents of the male. In this way we can prevent anything unhealthy he ingested from being absorbed. Everything will be replaced with our own solution." the lady continued.
It's an odd feeling, having your stomach suctioned out. In a way it doesn't feel like anything at all. What I mean by that is that I could sleep perfectly fine with it on, yet you were always conscious of the stuff. Plus it was already beginning to irritate my throat a little bitAs I said I don't really know how to describe it.
"Eeeew! What have you been eating, male! This is gross!"
I couldn't help but throw out sarcasm. "What-do-you-call-it and who-gives-a-shit!" In a way, I was surprised to find that I could still talk with this thing in my nose, down my throat, and into my stomach; but I could. And just fine, too. It was wierd.
They ignored me, although I could tell that I was annoying the hell out of the blue haired elential. Sometimes small things mean so much.
Instead they stretched out an odd-shaped peice of tape. It looked kinda like a curvy X. Bringing it down, they used two ends to wrap it around the part of the tube that was immediately against my nostril. The other two ends were pressed firmly against my snout, effectively securing it in place. At no other time had I wished so hard to be able to move my head. Biting these ladies would have been a sweet pleasure.
Next I heard them open a case of something. It sounded kinda like a plastic bottle of soda does when you twist off the cap. Without another word they poured it down the tube into my stomach.
"We are now proceeding to begin our own nutricious food supplement. This is the high iron, lipid formula."
Well, for one thing, the stuff looked a lot like baby puke. Luckily I couldn't taste it. Secondly, apparently the stuff had just come out of the fridge or something, because it immediately chilled me to the bone. It's a new sensation to have baby-puke ice-whatever filling your stomach. Of course, I retaliated.
"What the hell do you think you're doing! What the hell is this shit! You fu#king b!t#hes! I'll kill you! I swear from hell to high heaven that I'll kill you!" I strained against the straps once more, the fact that I knew that it was completely useless only served to enrage me more. How the hell could this happen to me!
The blue haired one grabbed my mouth again, effectively clamping my mouth shut. I blew air out of my nostril like an enraged bull. Man I so wanted to kick her ass.
She glared at me. "Shut up! This is a high quality solution. It will give you everything that you and your baby will need to survive and to thrive. Vitamins, nutrients, carbohydrates, cholesterol, calciumYou'd better be grateful! This stuff's damn expensive!"
Well they could keep their friggin money.
The dames bustled around my table, doing something to make it shudder slightly. Then I started to move. They were wheeling me somewhere else. I wanted to scream, to yell, to do anything! I knew that it would be pointless, but I needed to. I'm a rebel. I don't bend under authority. I wanted them to know that by busting thier eardrums.
Unfortunately, the blue haired chick must've anticipated that, because she walked with me, her hand still clampling my mouth shut. I could see her profile out of the corner of my eye, with her smug smile plastered on her face.
I wanted nothing more at that momentbut to smack that smile off.
Theybrought mein a room full of medical equipment. I could see some of it out of the corner of my eye, and plus I've heard enough of the regular 'beep!-beep!-beep!-beep!' to recognize it. They finally stopped. I could glimpse something that was next to me. And I didn't like it.
It was a large chamber, kinda shaped like a beer or soda can. Next to it was a container of bluish-reddish fluid. It didn't look good.
Abruptly they started getting something ready. The blue haired dame adjusted her grip on my mouth to give them room to work. Room to work with what!
I found out.
A pair of hands fastened over my mouth and beak. All grips on my mouth ceased in order to put this thing on. I yelled bloody murder. But all that came out was a muffled "mmmfpf! Hmmmtph!" This thing fit on snug. It followed the bridge of my nose until it was almost between my eyes, then it traveled along the line of my bandana, the curve of my cheeks, and in the dip under my lower jaw. The lining that was touching my skin was a pliable rubber and seemed to stick to my skin, creating an effective seal. A strap went to the back of my head, keeping the mask snug on my face. A tube went out of the tip of the nose. I watched them thread the tube in my nose through that tube and out adifferent port. I felt air coming through the larger tube.
The recorder lady continued. "We have just attached the mask and are going to pump the anesthesia gasses through. First one is going to be the muscle relaxant to keep him manageable due to his conscious state. Then we will continue through with the intermittent bouts of nitrous oxide to keep him asleep. This will be mixed with 20 oxygen with room air as well."
I couldn't detect what she was talking about, but I certainly wasn't looking forward to the sleeping part again! That was total helplessness.
I had no idea how long it took them to do this, but soon I felt them working their fingers at my straps. Well! It's about time! Now I can beat the crap out of someone!
Or not.
My legs were released first. My first instinct was to do a swinging kick, or at least as much as it would allow with my arms restrained the way they were. Instead of the fast action my muscles were used to executing, however, they hardly moved at all. They shuffled like someone drunk with sleep. I could hardly wriggle my toes. With more haste, I tried again. My knees bent far enough up to fit a tennis ball underneath, but beyond that I was fighting a losing battle.
What kind of stuff was this! It was stronger than any of the stuff we had on Earth, that was for sure!
By now my mask was securely tied and all strappings were off. I had a tube up my nose and another pumping gas to me. Life couldn't be more perfect. They continued this perfection by slapping on little sticky sensor pads, connected to different colored wiring. One went over my right peck, one on my left, and one below my left peck. Using a very elastic, though slightly sticky belt they wrapped it around my waist, putting a sensor over where my belly button would be if I had one. They stuck more sensors on my head and different places on my chest, all with more wires attached.
The elentials physically manhandled me of the table. I was more pliant than a doll, hanging on them like a dead weight. It frustrated the hell out of me, and for the first time since my captureI felt a knotin my throat. I still couldn't quite believe that this was happening.I didn't want it to happen. Yet it was.
With the aid of a machine, they lifted me into the chamber. I slumped on the bottom of it like a rag doll. Slowly the reddish-bluish water began to filter out of the nearby container and into theone that I was in. It was warm to the touch.Likepee.
I honestly think that I would've cried at that point. Everything was going horribly wrong. Not only for me. Because of this, because of me the world was potentially doomed. With this parasite I was carrying, Honor would be able to obtain the power that she needed to rule the world. The universe. The only other thing that I could hope for was that the child would turn out to be a girl; therebyfoiling thatplan. But it could always happen again, especiallywith me as her prisoner. It would be easy.
But I had to agree to bond with her. I decided right there that I would never do such a thing. But what if they had Vivid? Well, maybe they didn't. And if they did, wouldn't they have used it already or something? I mean, they could bond me right now with her and not have to worry about it. But instead they were 'holding' me. Why? Because they needed me out of the wayas they tried to find a way to make me voluntarily bond with The Dame!
That convinced me. Vivid was safe. But what about me? Did it matter? Not really. No, not really.
The recording lady continued again. "The male has been transported to theincubation container and has been connected to our monitors. We also have a fetal monitor across his abdomen for when we start detecting signs of fetal movement so that that can be watched as well. We are pumping a protein-based fluid toprevent muscle distrophy and there has been plumbing installed to handle all excretions. The fluid will constantly be filtered to keep it clean and prevent infection. The temperature will be keptwarm and will be monitored in accordance to his vital signs. He will be monitored continuously."
I hardly listened to what she said. The fluid rose higher, and as it rose above my head I began to float a bit with it. It reached the top and I floated in the middle, physically relaxed. I was beginning to feel very drowsy, aswell. My eyes were drooping. I saw the three elentials staring up at me through the glass, with the blue haired one gloating. I couldn't stand it. Suddenly I wanted to sleep, to get away from this. To get away from them.
Slowly, I let my eyes close.
A/N: Sorry! The next chapter will be better! I promise! Don't hurt me! (Looks for sniper fire) Well! Other than that, you know the drill! Ask questions! Inquire! Poke around! Make suggestions! Predictions! Whatever! Just remember, if you Read it, Review it! Thank you for putting up with me!
Toodles!
