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Chapter 9: Experiment 0032x

Raphael: My head felt crap when I had finally woken up. Dazed, I opened my eyes a little to adjust to the lighting, then I remembered where I was at and what had happened. I let out a long sigh of defeat when I realized that my hands, neck, shell, head, and legs were chained to a wall in a way that I seriously couldn't even move a bit, since the chains were so tight.

I began to look around the room, after realizing that I was in a completely white space with only some buttons and an intercom next to an elevator looking door.

I heard a series of muffled voices and buttons, when about fifteen scientists with (of course) Shredder behind them, entered the white boring box of a prison. All the scientists were wearing long white lab coats and carrying clipboards.

"Looks like you have woken up turtle. Tell me, how is the defeated life treating you?" Shredder cackled. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists at his stupid little remark.

"You know what I find hilarious? Is that you have never managed to catch my brothers or me, but when you do, you need fifty men with weapons." I smirked.

Shredder snapped out his dagger claws and approached me dangerously. "You know what turtle, don't make me regret I didn't kill you myself." he spit on my face pressing his sharp blades against my neck. I narrowed my eyes at him about to make another statement when a scientist cut us off.

"Sir," a scientist with thick glasses stepped up and put a hand on Shredder's shoulder making him face him. "We had a deal."

"Humph," Shredder grunted stepping back and clicking his arm blades back in. "I've got good news for you turtle."

"What? Did the nut job police finally give you a ticket?" I responded. He was about to get on me again when the scientist "coughed" making Shredder hold himself down.

"I actually found something to put you to use before I hang your stuffed body in my room."

I cringed at what he said, imagining it already. What did he mean putting me to use? Whatever he was planning, it couldn't be good.

"You see I made a deal with these fine scientists, who call themselves the OERG. In change for the free experimentation of you and your filthy genetic code, I will be receiving the most powerful weapons from their creation for my army."

They're going to experiment on me? My brain did a full 360 spin. Flashes of images poured into my brain. Sharp instruments, electric collars, the sickly sweet smell of sleep drugs. Beads of cold sweat formed on the back of my neck. It felt as if it all had already happened to me before. Déjà vu.

"Okay, I'll like to introduce myself now." The same scientist with thick glasses, curly blond hair, and light brown stubble stepped up from the clan of white coats. "Hello and nice to meet you, my name is Harry David Grogg, but I'm best known as Doctor Grogg. I'm the manager of this experimenting facility, but the big boss will be coming from our location in Indonesia to meet you too."

He said a few other things about how "thrilling" it was for a genetic mutated turtle to be in their labs. I seriously wanted to punch his stupid enthusiastic grin off his face, yet I was distracted with my own thoughts.

After a few more words, the clan of white coats and Shredder stepped out of the room. I was alone in the white box once more. I wondered about my family. I knew that if an abnormally strong super hero didn't rescue me now, I would die miserably and alone in the hands of my father's arch enemy. The great Hamato Raphael, son of Hamato Yoshi, the legendary ninjutsu master, was going to die in the hands of a disturbing illegal, unethical, experimenting science lab and a psycho, mental ninjutsu master.

A slow whirring sound echoed throughout the ghostly walls. I looked up to see gas pumps popping out from the walls of the white prison box.

Experiment 0032x is officially in action. Stage one will begin in 1 minute., a voice on the intercom announced, then a green foul smelling gas begin to fill up the room. As soon as I got a bit of it near me, my eyes began to water, and I felt dizzy. I coughed and wheezed it out.

What the hell is this shit?!, I asked myself. Sure, I've been gassed by the Kraang a few times, but this was like nothing before.

After a few dreadfully long minutes the gas began to clear out of my white box home. I swear thatgas seeped out all of my energy and life out of me. Never had I felt so deprived of energy ever in my life. My eyes were extremely blurry and cloudy, and I felt so nauseous.

My body just sagged in my chains. It was a tremendous struggle to at least maintain my eyelids open.

Stage two of Experiment 0032x has begun. Scientist and doctors, please report to your stations., the same voice on the intercom announced, but this time it echoed in my head, resonating through my energy less body.

A loud siren echoed throughout the white prison and automatically, my chains let go of my drousy body. I fell flat on my body, unable to stand up or move.

I tried lifting myself up, but my arms trembled vigorously before they gave way, and I collapsed on the floor. Seconds later, a few white coats with gas masks picked my weak body up, placed it on a metal table, and strapped it down before injecting me with a yellow liquid and rolling me out of the white box.

The unknown yellow liquid helped clear up my vision and my horrible dizziness, but I was still as weak and limp as before (it also kept my mouth muscles asleep, disabling my ability to speak). I looked around at the hallway they were wheeling me through, and the looks of it weren't too promising.

In every room you could see the faint lights of monitors and thousands of different sized canisters with different things inside (only God knows what). There were rooms with large glass windows revealing what was going on inside. Different creatures and hybrids of creatures were being tested, operated on, and put in cages and tanks.

My eyes widened with horror as I realized what this place really was. It was an illegal experimentation science facility where limits and morality didn't seem to exist. They did whatever they wanted to do on whatever they could do it on.

Anger and horror consumed every inch of me, and if I hadn't been drugged or strapped down, I would've killed the doctors that were wheeling me down the corridor and tried to free most of the poor creatures. I had always had the softest spot for animals of all kind, especially my precious long gone Spike. Seeing this outraged me beyond belief. I cried silently and closed my eyes tightly.

"Here's the experimentation of the century!", I heard an old man exclaim excitedly. I snapped my eyes open and looked around.

We had entered at what looked like a big round table conference room. The scientists that were rolling me throughout the corridors placed my limp body on what looked like a dental chair with straps on it, and of course, strapped me down once more.

They were lucky that my body was limp as shit, else I would've knocked them all out. They then turned the chair I was in towards a few scientists that were seated in a rounded conference table, with papers, laptops, and pens all over it. Then, one of the scientist yanked some duct tape off my mouth. What the…? When did the duct tape even get there?!

"Hey! Why'd you do that for genius?!" I shouted at the stringy scientist. "That fucking hurt!" I glared at the stupid guy who seemed surprised at my sudden snappiness.

"Well, nice way to say hello!", a tall gray haired man chuckled. My attention quicly turned to him, I was about to yell something at that stupid guy too when the same guy with thick glasses and blonde curly hair stepped forward.

"Mr. Mutated Turtle, I would like to introduce you to 'the big boss', Doctor Hedeinburg. He has taken much interest in your experimental becoming."

"You're the guy that's in charge of this slaughter house?! Oh boy! Have I got something to say to you pal!" I shouted at the guy. Then I felt a sudden dose of adrenaline rush into my heart and begin to pump through my veins. I felt my strength slowly creep up through every muscle, every limb.

The straps around my arms and legs began to rip and the looks on the scientists' faces were priceless. I finally lunged free and twirled my sais in my hands. I chuckled at their stupidity of not disarming me. I quickly pinned down "Bill Nye" over here and laughed at his utter look of surprise and horror in his eyes.

"Nice to meet you Mr. H, I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Hamato Raphael, but you can just call me Raphael."

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