Author's note: Thank you guys so much for reading. I know I say that in every note, but that's because I really mean it. I tried to make this chapter as detailed as I could. Please enjoy this chapter and have a happy holidays!
The throbbing pain in Donatello's head was what woke him up. Quietly, he laid his head on the cool floor and tried to remember hat had lead to the situation he was in. Flashes of scenes passed dizzily in his head, but the migraine forming in his head stopped him from concentrating. After a few minutes of trying to stop the pain, he slowly sat up and groaned, the throbbing getting worse at his movements.
"You're finally awake." A gruff voice startled the young turtle, and he turned to find the source. In the corner of a darkened cell sat Razar, and Donnie scooted away in panic. Before he could get very far, a large metal foot stepped down on a chain around his neck and his face collided with the floor. Looking up from his place on the floor, he found Fishface standing on the chain.
"Not so fast, little turtle." He hissed out. Donnie pulled slightly on the chain in curiosity. How had he not noticed it before? The situation he was in began to dawn on him, and he looked up at Fishface in fear.
"Oh don't be scared, we're not going to kill you. Yet." His gurgled laugh rang out through the cell. "Shredder has plans for you. We'll keep you around until you stop being useful. Then it's turtle soup for a week."
A whimper escaped Donnie, causing Fishface to laugh again.
"Or maybe I'll convince Shredder to let me keep you as a pet. I've always wanted a pet turtle." At this, he grabbed hold of Donnie's face and moved it around, inspecting it for any flaws. "A little uglier than I was hoping, but we can work with it." He draws out his knife and flipped it open, holding it up to Donatello's face.
"Xever, that's enough. Shredder said not to do anything to the prisoner." Razar growled to the fish.
"Why don't you mind your own business?" Fishface hissed in reply.
"It is my business what you do to the turtle. Step away from him before I turn you into sushi."
"Is that a threat?"
"Maybe it is."
With the fight starting, Donnie was released from Fishface's grip and forgotten. He crawled away as far from the two fighting mutants as the chain would allow. The room, he began to notice, was of moderate size. Maybe ten feet by teen feet. Big enough to hold the three mutants, but not enough to hold any real comforts. It was made of what Donnie guessed to be cinder block, had only one door, and no windows.
As the two mutants continued to fight, Donnie once again tried to remember how he got into this situation. The throbbing in his head had begun to calm down, and he found it easier to concentrate.
He remembers still being agitated after rubbing his body raw in their old bath house. Then leaping from building to building as he simmered in his anger before coming across Fishface. He seemed pleasantly surprised to see the lone turtle, and they proceeded to fight. Eventually, Donnie had cornered Fishface, but before he could do anything, there was a sudden and sharp pain in his head, and then darkness.
With the cause of his capture discovered, Donnie proceeded to find a way out. He fiddled with the chain around his neck. The lock was simple, and could easily be picked. Then, Donnie would have to fight Fishface and Razar alone. He could take the first one out easily while they were distracted. The other one, most likely Razar, would be harder. It was hard to defeat him with his brothers, alone it would be near impossible.
Before a solid plan could be formed, the door to the cell slammed open. The sudden noise elicited a yelp from Donatello, and immediately silenced Fishface and Razar. In the door way stood Shredder, who glared down at Donatello.
"Hello, Donatello. You're here earlier than I expected."