The sun was setting across the snow covered city. It seemed frozen. Not even the wind flew by to rustle the bare trees.
A young boy with bright red hair and rosy cheeks sniffled as he sat on the steps of the orphanage. It was a narrow two-story Victorian style house. The laughter of children inside seemed miles away to the boy. It had been a week since his arrival.
He now sat on its steps waiting for her, it was due time, he felt it was.
Soon, Michelangelo thought, she'll walk up here and hug me and I'll tell her about all my new friends. Soon, soon.
Slowly the long shadows of the city disappeared and a thousand windows lit. Warm tears traced his cheeks.
Soon, soon, or is she really…?
"Are you okay?"
Michelangelo turned around and saw a boy near his age. His hair was a curly brown and untidy, it bounced as he sat next to him.
"My name is Donatello, Donny for short. You're Michael right?"
"Michael-hic-angelo. Michelangelo, or M-M-Mikey-hic-."He said holding back his sob.
The sat in silence, Donatello gazed at him with curiosity and concern. Suddenly he took Michelangelo's hand and enclosed it into his own two. It felt like holding a miniature pillow beneath his mittens.
"I know you are sad," he said, "so let's make a promise. You can be my little brother and I'll take care of you, just like my big brother Leo does for me!"
For a moment he only gazed at Donatello, tears still streaming down his face.
"Brother?" he gave a load sob when he said the word.
Now he didn't' hold back and he began to weep loudly. Donatello embraced him and Michelangelo's cry was muffled by his jacket.
The dream slipped away.
He opened his eyes and found himself stretched uncomfortably on a cold surface. He held his own body trying to warm himself up. The cold made his body shake. Taking deep breaths he tried to deal with it. His stomach felt empty and his lips were dry. A soft light from an unknown opening allowed him to see only a corner of the space. He tried to walk but the space only allowed him to take four steps in any direction. He could not even glance at the dim light, it was hurting his head. He closed his eyes and tried to decide what to do.
At least I can get a glimmer of the sun I'm not so lost on knowing the time-but it's starting to hurt. It must be getting late, it's fading. Donatello thought.
He closed his eyes and opened them looking around. He knew he had been there for at least three days since he last saw his brothers. His eyes adjusted, but there was nothing but the four walls. The door didn't have a handle, he tried to move it but nothing happened.
Do they have my brothers too?
He heard noises like an echo.
There's a voice coming from somewhere, I'm defiantly not alone. But they don't sound like my brothers.
He cleared his thoughts concentrating on the sound. It echoed; there were voices and a hum of machinery. He knew the sound must have been carried by a pipeline or vent; it wasn't from a room adjacent to him.
For the past three days he had been straining to understand them, he was getting use to them more and more.
'We need… power…Weapons'? Did I hear that right? 'Weapons'? 'Dragons'? Yes! They said Dragons! I'm with the Purple Dragons… who are apparently in a coalition with Japanese ninjas…at least that's the impression I get from the fight.
He thought of his brothers.
They were hurt when I last saw them… where are they? Are those footsteps?
"Why do I have to play babysitter for some teenager? I have far more important things to do than waste my time feeding some pest. I should be treated with far more respect than this!" A man said.
"At least it's only one thing you have to worry about. The others escaped." Said another deeper voice.
Donatello smiled. They were safe!
"Just keep him alive she said. Why bother at all?"
"Just open the door and give him his food."
They opened the door to his quarters. Donatello closed his eyes because of the sudden flood of light.
"Who are you?" he was surprise to hear how hoarse his voice sounded. "Why are you keeping me here?"
"Quiet and eat your food." The bigger of the two said.
The man was Hun, he had bruises all over his body and his head was wrapped. His eye was also swollen and red.
He handed Donatello a tray of stale food and a glass of water. Though he was hungry he stepped back from the food and looked at it as if it were a dangerous creature.
"Just eat. It won't kill you. You might as well make the most of this."
"Dr. Stockmen?" Donatello exclaimed.
"You know me?" Stockmen said surprised.
"Of course I do, I wrote a paper about your research on robotics. I've even rebuilt one of your prototype mousers using your blue prints. Just what are you doing here? What are you doing working with the Purple Dragons?"
"Hmm, impressive, for a teen to even know who I am let alone…"
"Enough!" Hun grunted, "Just shut up and eat your food! No Questions! You're not getting any answer from us!"
Don stepped back again hitting the wall this time. He was still reluctant to go near the food.
"Suit yourself, starve if you want to!"
Hun was about to shut the door when Donatello shouted.
"Wait! Since I'm stuck here could you at least give me access to a bathroom?"
"Hun will escort you when you need to go. Just knock," Dr. Stockman said adjusting his glasses.
Great, no privacy, Donatello thought.
The door was shut and he took a few moments to inspect his meal as best he could in the dark. He decided it was safe enough to eat. The water was the best part of his meal, even if it was in a dirty glass. After a while he felt the need to go and banged on the door. Hun came back with a blindfold and told Donatello to wear it.
"But I can't…"
"Just do it or you rather go here?"
"Fine then,"
Unwillingly he tied the mask around his eyes. Hun pushed him out of the room and he began to walk. A moment later, Donatello heard another door open and close.
"Take the blind off."
Donatello removed his blindfold and saw that he was in a restroom that at one point was publicly used. It had several stalls in it and was surprisingly in decent condition. Hun was standing behind him waiting.
"What, are you going to watch?"
Hun grunted, "Typical teenage mentality. Just go before I drag you back to your hole."
As awkward as it was he went and even washed his hands, rinsed his mouth and face in a sink. He looked at his surrounding to try to find some opening. There were no windows, but he did notice a vent on the ceiling. It looked small but he figured he'd be able to squeeze through, if it led anywhere. He couldn't test anything with Hun in the way.
"You done? I don't have all night."
"Yes, I'm done."
"Then get this on and move."
Hun forced the blind fold on him and was lead to his prison. Hun shoved him in. Donatello fell and his head hit a wall. The blindfold slipped off.
"Watch it, that really hurt!" Donatello reacted.
"Oh, I'm sorry I hurt you. Here let me help you up!"
Donatello was lifted like a ragdoll. Hun showed no effort easily slamming Donatello's body to the wall. Instinctively Donatello fought back, but his efforts were meaningless. He had not eaten in days and was too small against him. He was like David without a slingshot to combat the giant. With his forearm Hun pressed against Donatello's neck pinning him against the wall.
"Consider this a thank you for the shit your friends put me through."
With his free arm Hun punched his torso. Donatello kicked and tried to pull Huns arm off but he only pressed harder. His nails penetrated Hun's flesh and a trail of blood ran across his arm, but Hun didn't notice.
"Beg me to stop!"
"St- St-st-"
"WHAT WAS THAT?"
"ST-STOP! PLEASE!"
Hun let go and Donatello slumped down and was breathing heavily. Hun slammed the door and left him in the darkness once again. Donatello was shacking. He tried to lie down and stretch out his legs but a part of his body always met a surface of a wall. He looked up at the ceiling and a pattern of spots danced before his eyes. He inhaled deeply trying to steady himself. He stayed there until he lost himself in the darkness. He noticed a small light from that unknown source once again. It was the moon, somewhere up there was an opening, if he could only get to it. He studied the wall yet again. Smooth, they were impossible to climb. There is an escape route up there!
There must be a way up. But how?
A.N.
Okay since y'all kept asking what's up with Don here you go :/
Lol more on the way, but don't wait up.
Thanks again for the feedback.