Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2012 Fanfiction

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the TMNT franchise in any way, shape, or form. No money is being made. This is just a labor of love for the series. Please don't sue me, Viacom!

Alternate Universe fic.

Warnings: Violence. Seriously. Things are about to get ugly for our favorite turtle in purple. :(

A/N: Hello, everyone! Thank you all for coming back yet again! It makes me so happy to have you here. This chapter was a rough one to write. You'll see why in a few so I won't spoil it here. I want to thank everyone who felt that my story was worth a favorite, a review, and/or a follow. I know that this story is not for everyone, so the fact that you guys felt that I deserved any of those honors makes me so indescribably happy. Well, enough of my chit-chat. On with the story!

Chapter 9

Everything was dark but he could hear sounds…voices…beyond the darkness. They sounded so far off that he couldn't make them out. After a few moments of straining, he managed to peel back the darkness to reveal a white haze. Blobs of silver and pink moved within the white. The voices became louder but he still couldn't understand them. Where was he? What was going on?

One of the pink and silver blobs became bigger, filling his vision. There was a pinch feeling somewhere on his body but he couldn't focus enough to realize exactly where. Within minutes, he couldn't focus on anything at all. The white haze vanished into the darkness and along with it went his barely collected consciousness.

It felt like an eternity before the white haze returned. Only this time it didn't seem quite as hazy. Everything didn't seem quite as hazy to Donatello as he blinked his eyes. His eye ridges furrowed when his vision finally cleared and it processed that he was looking at a metal floor. "Unless whatever afterlife exists looks just like the floor of a Kraang base, I must not be dead. Well, at least I don't hurt like I did before I lost consciousness. Ouch! Except for…my arms?" He looked up and saw that his arms were being held up over his head. His wrists were clasped in thick silver cuffs that were somehow attached to the wall behind him. As he tested his bonds, he realized that he was being held off the ground. "No wonder my arms hurt. How long have I been like this? My legs are free. That's a positive," he mused. Out of the corner of his eyes, he detected movement. He looked only to jerk and make a startled squeak when he came literally face to face with the horse mutant.

"The turtle is awake, Kraang," his opponent announced while smiling amusedly at Donatello's reaction.

"This is what is known as excellent. Kraang can now begin to ask the question that Kraang has been waiting to ask," a Kraang droid said, approaching Donnie from the other side of the room. The other mutant backed away to allow the droid access to their prisoner.

Donnie noticed that the droid was holding a remote control-like device. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "I'm willing to bet that's the controls to my restraints."

"Kraang demands that the turtle known as Donatello tell to Kraang the location of the place that is the place of hiding for the one known as April O'Neil," the Kraang said, stopping just in front of Donnie.

He watched it for a second before he steeled himself. "The turtle known as Donatello only has one thing that he wishes to say to Kraang," he mimicked.

"What is that thing that the turtle known as Don-" was all the Kraang got out before Donnie swung his legs up and kicked the droid. It rocked but somehow stayed upright. Donnie growled loudly as he continued to kick at the Kraang bot with every ounce of strength he had.

"BITE ME!" Donatello snarled when he finally sent the droid flying. The remote sailed into the air. He managed to catch the device between his toes and tried to toss it up to his hands. Unfortunately, the horse mutant snatched it out of the air before it even got close. A fist lashed out and the next thing Donnie knew he was frantically trying to suck air back into his lungs. Meanwhile, the mutant went to check on the Kraang.

More droids rushed into the room and tried to grab Donnie's feet. He struggled, determined to not make it easy for them. Eventually, the bots overcame him and slapped a set of cuffs onto his legs. When nothing else happened, Donatello was surprised but knew better than to waste an opportunity to continue attacking the bots. He kicked at any that were still within reach. A couple more droids went rocketing across the room before the horse man returned his attention to Donnie and pointed the remote at him.

One push of a button and Donnie immediately felt a powerful force pulling his legs backward. He resisted as best he could but he didn't stand a chance. One after another, his legs slammed into the wall behind him. He couldn't help but cry out when his right leg wrenched painfully upon impact. His eyes squeezed shut as he bit his lip.

When Donnie opened his eyes again, the horse mutant had helped the first droid get back to its feet. "I did warn you about his kick," he admonished mildly.

"Kraang commands the one known as Horse to be silent," the droid responded. Horse's eyes widened and he looked downward as he unquestioningly obeyed.

Donnie couldn't help but quirk an eye ridge. "Seriously? You guys are advanced aliens from a different dimension and the best name you could come up with is 'Horse'?" He chuckled at the absurdity. "Of course I shouldn't expect much from a race that can't even be creative with their own names."

"Kraang only wants to hear the location of the one known as April O'Neil from the turtle known as Donatello. So, tell to Kraang the location that is the location of the place of hiding for the one known as April O'Neil," the Kraang insisted, approaching Donnie again.

Donatello smirked, noting that the alien was more cautious than before. "Not gonna happen, slime bot."

The Kraang stared at Donnie as though it were analyzing him. "Kraang assigns Horse the task of making the turtle known as Donatello tell to Kraang the information that Kraang needs to know. Horse has the authorization of Kraang to use any method Horse believes will successfully force the turtle known as Donatello to surrender the information that Kraang needs."

"Yes Kraang," Horse said, bowing his head dutifully. He stayed in that pose until all the Kraang droids had left. Once they were alone, he looked at his prisoner. "You are quite the stubborn one," he said with the same touch of appreciation as before.

"You have no idea," Donnie replied. He watched his captor move across the cell to pick up a metallic rod.

"I almost hate to break you of that. However, I suspect that you will not be giving me much of a choice. Will you, little colt?" Horse asked as he returned to Donnie, grabbed him by his jaw, and seemed to be inspecting him.

The scrutiny lasted long enough to make Donatello uncomfortable. He jerked his head out of Horse's grasp. "Y-you could always choose to let me go so that we can escape from here. Why are you helping the Kraang in the first place? You know what they're planning, right?"

Horse's expression darkened. "The Kraang have done more for me than any human ever did," he stated stonily, sneering out the word 'human'. "I owe them everything."

"More than the humans will be effected by their plans! Do you really think that the Kraang give a flying flip about ANY of the life on this planet? I doubt they've even bothered to think of how to keep you alive if they succeed. Quite the reward for your loyalty, wouldn't you say?" Donnie argued, trying to reason with the other mutant.

Horse looked downward briefly. "If that is the cost of ridding this world of the human plague…" He returned his harsh stare to Donatello. "…then so be it. The world will be able to start anew." Donnie was shocked into silence. "We are not here to chat." Horse held the metallic rod up between them. The end suddenly glowed purple and Donnie's eyes widened in instant recognition. "This device has three settings," Horse remarked coolly. "Are you going to tell me where April O'Neil is hiding? Or are we going to find out which level works best?"

Donnie gulped fearfully as he watched the energy arc within the device. All he could think about was how easily those things had taken down Leatherhead. He closed his eyes to try to calm himself and put the memory out of his mind. "No way am I telling you where April is," he proclaimed as he opened his eyes to unfalteringly glare at Horse.

His captor's frown deepened. "All right then," Horse simply stated. Without further hesitation, he stabbed the glowing end of the device into Donatello's side. Donnie's eyes squeezed shut as the energy coursed through him. It definitely wasn't pleasant but he'd gotten a worse shock from a toaster. Horse seemed to realize this because he pulled the rod away. "Let us try level two." He twisted a knob near the handle and jabbed at Donnie again.

A yelp slipped out before Donnie could stop it. His eyes squeezed closed tighter and he gritted his teeth, trying not to give Horse the satisfaction of hearing him cry out again. This level was much worse that the first. The last time Donnie had felt such a jolt he'd been repairing a faulty electrical outlet in his lab and at least that had been a short burst. He could feel his fingernails digging into his palms from how tightly his hands were clenched. A couple more short cries of pain slipped out despite his best efforts before Horse abruptly stopped. Donatello's head slumped against his arm and he desperately gulped air. "Tell me where she is!" Horse demanded.

"NEVER!" Donnie replied in between his gasps. His tormentor's ears swiveled back in growing irritation. He heard the click of another adjustment on the rod. Horse deftly switched hands and thrust the prod into his other side. This time Donatello couldn't stop his screams.

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since Donatello was taken from them and they were no closer to getting him back than they were on the day he'd been captured. Leonardo was regretting the decision to leave his brother behind more than ever. When they saw that the Kraang had tripled the security around the complex overnight, it had been a relief. It had to mean that Donnie was alive. Nothing else had changed about the building to warrant that kind of response.

However, now, that extra security thwarted every plan Leo came up with. If they tried a direct assault, they were overrun within minutes. When they tried stealth, even his lock picking skills would trigger an alarm and the result was the same. He'd almost lost his other brothers three times already. It seemed like they needed Donnie to save Donnie. Leo gritted his teeth and forced back the gloom that wanted to choke his thoughts to a standstill. Donnie was important to the team, but they were NOT crippled without him. He'd figure this out. For all of their sakes, he had to.

Donatello woke up on the floor of his cell. His eyes did a quick survey of his surroundings and he couldn't help a sigh of relief once he determined that Horse was nowhere to be found. "Must have blacked out again," he thought grimly. That was one thing to be thankful for: his torturer never forced him to stay conscious during a session and the session usually ended after he passed out. Unfortunately, it took a great deal for him to get to that point. "The one time I have to curse my stamina. AH!" He gripped his left arm as the dull ache there became a shooting pain the moment he tried to move. One look and he saw the problem. "Dislocated. Great, just great." He struggled into a sitting a position against the wall so he could study the damage. Luckily it was something he could fix. It took a few tries but, eventually, he was rewarded with a loud pop and a lessening of pain. He slowly tested his poor arm to make sure it was set right. Ideally, he would have put his arm in a sling so that any torn muscles or ligaments would have a chance to rest and heal, but his situation was far from ideal. He needed the use of his arm no matter how much it hurt. So he endured the pain and moved on to check his other injuries.

The beating had been as brutal as ever, yet Horse always managed to stop just before he was seriously injured. It made sickening sense. If Donatello was too badly hurt, he'd have to be taken to the infirmary again. That would slow progress. Not that Horse was making any progress with Donnie. He allowed himself a small moment of self-satisfaction. "Just have to keep it up until I find a way out or until my brothers show up."

A hiss called his attention to the door and he promptly tensed up. He relaxed with a thankful sigh before his nose wrinkled. It was just his…food. The blue mash could hardly be called food. It smelled nasty, tasted worse. However, it was all he had and he knew better than to not eat it. One of his early attempts at rebellion had been a hunger strike. After six rejected meals, Horse put an end to his audacity. He received the thrashing of his life that day. Afterwards, Horse practically drowned Donatello in an attempt to force-feed him.

"Should have known better than to try that," he berated himself while he reluctantly fetched his meal. "This isn't some political protest. It's a prison. How could I have been so naïve as to expect that to end any other way?" Donatello poked at the vile stuff with the provided spoon and the stench that drifted up almost made him gag. He took a series of bracing breaths then hastily shoveled the mess into his mouth, trying his best to swallow without tasting. After he'd choked it all down, he coughed and hurriedly reached for the best part of his meal…the bottle of water. He almost completely drained it before stopping to breathe. That foul taste was still there so he used the last bit of water to wash it away. Once the ritual was complete, Donnie turned his attention to his left hand's restraint.

He purposefully dragged his fingernails over the metal, furrowing his eye ridges as he concentrated. "There you are," he muttered quietly. He worked his fingers under the band and began to pull at the seam he'd found. If he could just get his shackles off, he'd have a fighting chance the next time Horse showed up. He couldn't help an excited smile when the edges started to pull apart. "Just a bit more. Come ON!"

Donnie's fingers slipped. The band snapped back into place and pain shot from his right hand. He reflexively grabbed it and cradled it to his plastron. "Darn it," he hissed, just barely resisting the desire to use a more colorful curse. The band's edge had sliced open his forefinger. He took a wrapping from his left hand and used it to bandage the new cut. At this rate, he was going to run out of clean wrappings. He dragged himself to his feet so he could agitatedly hobble around his cell, trying to calm his frustrations enough to think straight.

Eventually, he came to a stop at the door and he stared hatefully at it for a moment. Then his expression became more contemplative. He looked out the door window to check the hallway. The coast was clear at the moment but that was sure to change. He quickly dropped to his knees beside the door and began to try to find the edges of the access panel he knew was there. Once he did, he tried to wrest the panel off. All he could manage to do was wedge his fingernails underneath it. No good. If only he could get more leverage! Just as he was about to lose his temper he remembered the tool he had available.

He dashed over to the remnants of his meal, snatched up the spoon, and returned to the panel. Once there he pried up the panel as much as he could with his nails before he jammed the spoon into the crack and pulled. He could feel his makeshift crowbar object to the strain. "Please don't bend," he begged it. "Hang in there. GOT IT!" he exclaimed triumphantly when the panel popped free. Donatello dove into the familiar world of circuitry behind it and within minutes he had the door open. He surged to his feet and charged at the exit only to screech to a halt. Horse was standing on the other side with a rather inquisitive expression on his face. Donnie took several terrified steps back but then his expression hardened and he dropped into a stance. This was the farthest he'd gotten yet and he was NOT about to just give up!

Horse raised both eyebrows when Donatello moved to attack. Then he calmly pulled a control device from the pocket of his denim shorts and tapped a button. Suddenly Donnie's feet felt glued to the floor. Another button push and Donnie clenched his teeth while doggedly trying to keep his arm cuffs from pulling him down. It didn't matter. Thanks to the magnetic properties of his shackles, he was just as effectively restrained standing in the middle of the cell as he would have been if he'd been against the wall.

After he stepped into the cell, Horse glanced at Donnie's handiwork. An amused smile spread on his face before he returned his attention to the defiant turtle. "Kraang is not going to be happy that he has to fix that panel again. You are making me regret my generosity," he said affably as he approached Donatello and slowly began to circle him. Donnie snorted loudly. "Oh? You WANT to only be allowed to move at meal times? Considering you only get one, I believe things would get rather…messy after a while."

Donnie's eyes widened at the implications and he whipped his head around to look his captor in the eyes. He swallowed at the harshness he found there. Horse may have sounded pleasant, but that look made it clear that his threat was not an idle one. Donnie broke eye contact to look at the floor nervously. Horse chuckled and grabbed Donnie's chin, forcing Donnie to look him in the eyes again. "Not to worry, my little colt. I will not do that. This time. Just do not make me regret my continued charity," he reassured before allowing Donatello to pull his head free to dejectedly return his gaze to the floor. Donnie's whole body stiffened in fear when Horse's tone of voice abruptly turned cold. "However, Kraang would not be pleased with me if I were to simply let this slide."

A/N: OK...everybody a fan of Horse yet? (listens to the sounds of crickets chirping) Yeah, that's about what I expected. ^^; I hope that despite Donnie's suffering, that you all enjoyed this chapter. If you did, please let me know! I truly would love to hear from you! Thank you all for being willing to spend your time here with me and I hope to see you next time! :D