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Leo looked around the room in a haze. He didn't know where he was at first. Then he remembered. Wait, no. He forgot. Again.
The lumberjack was flicking the hurt thing again. Here it comes, like an airplane. Whoosh.
Leo would have laughed if he remembered how. Nothing was making sense again.
Dariari duu papparapa. What was that? Was that another language? Cool. He was bicycle.
Or was it talk-two?
He giggled at his own joke. Soooo he did know how to laugh! Well, this called for a celebration. Oh waiiteerrr...
There was a loud sound coming from the next room over. It sounded like hurt and pain. His instincts told him he had to help.
Leo struggled weakly before giving up. Maybe someone would help the hurt and pain. Someone... not him.
Maybe smile would. Or smarty. Or strong. But not leadr'. He had to stay here. Protect... three.
Leo whined as another needle pierced his skin.
Stupid hurt thing. Stoooop it... Tired... Tired would stop it...
Leo passed out.
"Ow." Mikey said as he ran into another wall, rubbing his beak. It was definitely bruised from the many times of hitting it. All he did was turn! It wasn't his fault his arms didn't go up fast enough.
A little while ago he'd been electrocuted at a wrong turn. He'd also gotten a bottle of water, and a map. But he was beginning to think the map was a trick, and after it led him to a trap door he'd had to climb back up from, Mikey was sure it lied to him.
But he had to keep going. The crazy man had said he would find one of his brothers once he found his way out.
And Mikey was determined to kick crazy man's butt after he got out and helped his brothers escape.
So on he went. Nothing would stop him. Except maybe the headache that was killing him. The lights were too bright, and just seemed to keep getting brighter, and the music kept getting louder.
Mikey groaned and clutched his head as it started throbbing. Maybe a break wouldn't hurt...
He sat down against a mirror glass and covered his eyes with his arm. The lights and music automatically shut off.
Mikey sat up and looked around. Tried to, anyway. Everywhere he turned, it was pitch black. He thought he heard a scuffling sound not too far off.
And the he realized. The only thing worse than seeing and hearing too much was not doing it enough.
He curled in on himself and whimpered.
Donnie was about to go crazy. He couldn't move, couldn't pace, couldn't shut out the ticking clock... He hated clocks. He wanted to break it into a million pieces.
It was mocking him. It had been five hours since he woke up. At least, that's how much he counted. The clock was too far and it was too dark for it to be doing him any real help, and he doubted 'help' was its intended purpose.
The small bit of water moving listlessly when he became restless was beginning to worry him. There appeared to be no purpose for it, and it was driving him mad trying to come up with one.
So far, his worst-case scenario was that it was for electrocution, and he would die. Best-case scenario... it really was intended for nothing other than freaking him out.
The clock never stopped, and he wondered if it would be bad to reverse the scenarios.
He shook his head, no, no, you can't think like that, Donnie. You have to try getting out.
He had tried before, of course. What kind of turtle would he be if he just sat there all that time? He'd quickly realized a dilemma. The chains on his wrist were retractable, and the length they let out was different every time he tried it.
This time, Don had enough chain to touch the wall opposite him.
Great, he thought. Another useless wall.
He'd found that the room wasn't much bigger than their bathroom, maybe 10x13, 12x14 was being generous.
His head snapped up, still staring into the darkness around him as he heard footsteps outside his door. They passed, and he let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding.
Don was worried. And when Don was worried, he couldn't think straight. His thoughts had quickly gone to his brothers, morphing into something terrible and grotesque.
He slumped back against the wall, covering his ears to muffle the tick, tick, tick of the invisible clock.
Raph couldn't see through the red. He hoped it wasn't blood.
He knew he'd screamed, he just didn't know how much, how loudly, how long. Judging by how much his throat hurt, it must have been intense on all three counts.
When the red subsided, he felt faintly grateful it wasn't the bloody mess he'd originally thought.
As his senses returned to him, he felt an unimaginable throbbing at his midriff.
Shit shit shit shit... I can't look, I've been torn apart, I just know it...
He forced his eyes down to his chest and was met with Oakly dabbing away blood frantically, still trying to cut into the soft tissue inside with a smaller knife.
Raph couldn't catch the whimpering sound deep in his throat. Oakly hardly glanced up at the sound.
"Oh good, you are awake again. My only rule was to keep you alive for at least a week... Bah, rules are made to be broken is what I thought." He continued soaking up Raph's blood in a towel.
Raph mentally chastised himself for the whine that escaped his lips. Come on, you're better than this...
"S-so I guess I c-can't call you the g-good doctor anymore, huh?" Damn it all to hell, nice stutter you've got there. Oh thanks, I made it myself.
Oakly smirked. "I must say, I am surprised you haven't lost your wit through this procedure. Most would have been crying to mommy by now. Speaking of which," He paused momentarily in his work to look Raph in the face. "Do you have a mother? Another turtle like you, perhaps? Or was she spared the fate of looking like a... oh, what is the word... monster?"
Raph glared as best he could. He could feel his blood pooling in the center of his plastron, rolling down his sides in warm rivulets as he tried to prepare an answer. Oakly still stared, hands frozen above the mess they had created.
"No, she went on t-to g-give birth to a re-real monstrosity... c-called himself D-Dr. Oakly. D-don't know what happ-pened to him... Heard he's a real j-jerkoff nowadays..." Raph felt that his mouth refused to cooperate with him.
Oakly smiled with his teeth. Raph thought they needed a good brushing. Or maybe a punch or two.
"That is a new one. Points for originality." He focused his eyes back on his prize, grabbing a new rag to soak the blood with.
Raph dropped his head back to the cart, hating the hollow metal sound it made when they connected.
Wonder where Fearless is... He'd know what to do...
Raph's eyes drifted shut slowly.
Oakly stabbed his calf with his knife, and Raph screamed.
WOOOOWWW okay. At the top of this chapter is a note from SOMEWHERE IN JUNE 2015 HOLYYYYYY okay so first off i want to apologize for stopping this story, i truly thought it was actually poorly written and that like nobody liked it so i labeled it as shut down, BUT thanks to a review i got JUST THE OTHER DAY from JustDoodle (thank you sm ily), i decided to finish it, or at least write out the rest of this chapter. I'm sorry it's a bit short, also my writing style has appeared to have changed... so that's a thing :/ but I tried to match it as best I could :)
Since 2015, about 2-3 years ago, I've gotten 7 additional reviews from the two at the top so thank you so much for hanging in there, i promise I'm not dead and will actually attempt to finish this!
