Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT
Chapter 7
He woke into darkness, pitch black as far as his damaged eyes could see.
There was nothing…nothing.
Not even a flicker of light and it was cold, so extremely, cold.
The floor he was sprawled on was icy to the touch and he curled tightly in an attempt to stay warm.
He blinked in surprise when he realized that he had free range of motion and that his body was bandaged, his injuries stitched and cleaned.
He looked around slowly, struggling to take in a shape of some kind. He heard creaking and groaning above him, then the splashing of water below him.
He jumped to his feet and stumbled around the room, panting from his fear.
He was desperate for answers; he didn't understand the sudden change.
A voice rippled from the dark.
"Hello freak, how does it feel to be caged? I'll let you in on a little secret…they are all dead…and you will be sold to the highest bidder in two days. I have, despite your protests, managed to break you. Enjoy your stay and try not to disturb your neighbors."
The voice was gone as suddenly as it had started.
Sold?
He was to be sold?
Was he an animal?
He sat still and struggled to understand that, it wasn't until he discovered the thick, leather, collar still around his neck that he understood.
He must be some sort of pet, some sort of genetic mistake.
He bowed his head and felt tears fall.
How silly of him to think he was more than an animal.
Had he made up those memories?
Were they figments of his mind?
False information on the freak's conscious?
He began to rub his fingers against his plastron in a comforting manner and to rock back and forth.
He was nothing and that scared him.
Because…He honestly didn't have a clue as to what that meant for his future…or if he even had one.
He was afraid to die.
A/N: : ( ugh so sad…haven't yet decided how this ends…just kinda letting the story write itself. Review Please!