A/N: So I've decided that I'm not going to go back and forth betweeen Donatello and the others. I want to focus on Donnie since this fic is about him. But the others will be in this fic towards the end. Not much dialog in this chapter but others will have more. Enjoy! ;-)

Donatello came back to awareness slowly. The blackness of his mind was thick and it was like trying to move while surrounded by molasses. When he finally managed to open his eyes, the brightness of where he was made keeping them open more of an effort than it should have been. On instinct he tried moving his limbs to sit up, but they didn't react the way he knew they should. They weren't restrained but the felt heavy like lead. Donatello only managed to raise his arm about an inch off the table he was laying on before he realized it was useless. His breathing had increased with the exertion and that is what caught the attention of the others in the room.

"You're awake. Good, now we can begin." With a small smile, Bishop made a gesture and several others came into the turtle's field of vision.

Donatello glared at Bishop. It seems even the effort to speak was too much for him. Bishop saw the question in his captives stare and decided to humor the turtle, his smile growing a bit bigger.

"You may have noticed that it is difficult to move, but your mind is clear. That is the result of a new formula of mine. It's fascinating really. It targets the impulses the brain sends to your muscles and blocks them, but the beauty of this formula is that it doesn't affect the heart or the lungs, making it a very effective restraint, don't you think?"

The scientist in Donatello found it intriguing, but the rest of him found it very frustrating. He would have to wait for a better opportunity to escape.

"No need to worry yet my terrapin friend. My people are only collecting basic data and minor samples from you at this time. I need to know your medical standing before I can implement my plans for you."

And with an evil smile Bishop left Donatello alone while the 'doctors' collected what they needed. They did everything from taking his temperature, skin/shell scrapings and blood samples to taking his body measurements. It was a full medical work up, with a few extras. The whole time Donatello tried to get an arm or leg to move, but only managed a twitch every so often. The three men and one woman went about their business in silence each responsible for a different aspect of the 'exam'. Almost two hours later, the woman, Heidi one of the men had called her, went to the door and spoke with someone on the other side. Donatello couldn't hear the words, but he assumed she was talking to a guard.

His assumptions were right, cause shortly thereafter, a team of three heavily armed men came in and lifted him off the table and carried him out into the hallway. Even though he couldn't move his head to look behind him, he could hear the footsteps of one of the doctors following.

The whole way Donatello kept his eyes open and did his best to memorize the twists and turns they took, to get some sort of layout of the place. After his tour of the endless white hallways, they came to a door that when opened revealed a typical cell. Inside was dark with cement walls and no windows. The guards took him to the back wall and set him down, or rather dropped him, on the floor. He landed face down on his plastron. They then proceeded to attach cuffs to his wrists and ankles. The chains for his ankles were attached to the floor and the ones on his wrists were attached to the wall.

Donatello thought that was going to be it but he was wrong. He heard the chain scraping on something and then he felt his arms being lifted. His dead weight strained his shoulder joints painfully as he was lifted up. He felt the cuffs on his ankles dig into his skin as the chains connected to the floor were stretched to their maximum distance. When they were finished, he was suspended about three feet off the ground. He was so stretched out that he felt his shoulders would pop out of their joints.

The woman doctor, Heidi, materialized at his side and without a word stuck a needle into his thigh and injected a red liquid. Then he was left alone. He expected to be pulled once again into unconsciousness but was surprised when he didn't feel any more tired after a while. Instead, he noticed that his eye lids didn't feel heavy and when he tried, he found that he could lift his head up a bit. Donatello figured that the injection was a reversal to the semi paralytic Bishop had talked about.

The medication worked quickly and soon Donatello started to test the restraints holding him in his current, highly uncomfortable position. The cuffs were already cutting into his skin at his wrists and ankles and his struggles caused them to bleed. Despite this, he tried to pull himself up and the pain in his shoulders was too much. He switched to his legs with similar results. There was no give in the restraints at all. The slightest movement caused serious pain in his major joints. Bishop was taking no chances this time, Donatello was truly stuck.

The only comfort Donatello could take was that at least his brothers weren't sharing in his confinement. They must know by know that something was up, though he couldn't be sure how long he was unconscious for, it has been several hours at least since his conversation with Leonardo.

Eventually the pull of sleep was too strong for him to resist any longer and his eyes closed from exhaustion, though true sleep eluded him. The door to his cell woke him and he held his head up as high as he could and tried to banish all fear from his features, though his heart thudded against his plastron.

Bishop walked up to his prize specimen, not bothering to hide his smugness at the situation,

"Enjoying your accommodations?"

Donatello only glared in response.

"Good. Now I know you are curious as to why I invited you to accompany me to this delightful destination, but I'm afraid my intentions are going to be kept secret for now until you've had a chance to settle in. I shall return after a respectable amount of time. Please do enjoy your stay with us."

If he was honest with himself, Bishop was hoping to elicit a reaction from the turtle, but when none came he didn't show his disappointment and turned to leave his captive, he had things to do and get ready for. He could hardly contain his excitement for what was to come.

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