A/N: Time to introduce you to Donnie's baby momma! I don't really have a back story planned for her yet...I usually think of these things on the fly anyway ;-) Enjoy!
'I gotta hurry, or I'll be late!'
Bree thought to herself as she walked as fast as she could in her two inch heels. She hated the infernal footwear, but interview dress code for women all but demanded them and she wasn't about risk it for something as silly as a pair of shoes. She didn't know how, but she had managed to land four interviews today and she was on her way to the last one. Maybe her life was finally starting to take a right turn for once. She glanced at her watch. Her interview was in 35 minutes and she was only a few blocks away.
The sidewalks weren't very crowded, so when someone bumped into her, causing her to stagger, she got upset.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" She sighed and looked for her shoe that fell off during her stumble.
It took her a couple minutes but she finally spotted it a few feet into the alley, 'How did it get all the way over there?'
His job was done. All he had to do was get her into that alley. He had done a spectacular job too if he did say so himself. Kicking her shoe into the alley without anyone the wiser was brilliant. He whistled as he walked around the block to the rendezvous. It was up to his partner now.
Bree crouched down to retrieve her shoe but she never reached it. A hand clamped over her mouth at the same time pinning her arms. She tried to scream to get the attention of the people walking past a few feet away her, but she was dragged further back into the alley and out of sight. Bree kicked and pulled at her assailants' arms, trying to get herself free, but she found it difficult to move and her mind was getting fuzzy. She realized that she was getting extremely tired. It was then that Bree noticed a cloth was over her mouth and nose. She tried to fight the sleep that was tugging at her, but she lost the fight in the end and succumbed to unconsciousness.
Her attacker scooped up his quarry and placed her in the truck hidden in the back of the alley. No one thought twice of a delivery truck pulling out and into the busy New York traffic.
Donatello's mind was racing with all the possibilities of what Bishop was planning to do with him. He went from the best case scenario, non-invasive testing, like endurance, strength etc., to the worst case, live dissection. Regardless of what Bishop was actually going to do, the turtle knew it would end in his dissection.
He also thought about his brothers. They had to know something was wrong by now. He'd been gone for a couple days, though he couldn't be positive on the actual time frame. Donatello knew they were looking for him, but he also knew they had no leads as to who had taken him or where he was being held. They would have to eliminate all their enemies from the suspect list one by one, and Bishop is the only one they wouldn't be able to locate, making any interrogations to find his whereabouts near impossible.
He could not count on his brothers to rescue him.
Donatello hated this thought the moment it entered his mind. He knew his brothers would do everything in their power to find him and would never give up searching, but Donatello knew the possibilities of them finding him were very low.
He was truly on his own.
He knew what he was getting himself into and what his chances were when he answered that phone call…and he would gladly do it again to spare his brothers.
The room was instantly lit up. The sudden emergence of light caused the purple masked turtle to squeeze his eyes shut from the pain the sudden change caused, but he forced them open when he heard the door opening. He got to his feet and tried to prepare himself for what was going to happen next, even though he had no clue what that was going to be.
Three guards walked in clad in combat gear and armed with stun weapons, aimed at him. You'd think they were going into a war zone. They were followed by Bishop and the female doctor.
"Well my terrapin friend, I am happy to announce that the final piece has fallen in place and we can get things started as soon as tomorrow. But first…" he signaled the doctor to step forward, "Heidi here needs to check your wounds. I would love to stay and chat but there is another matter that needs my attention. I do hope you choose to cooperate."
Donatello heard the threat in Bishops' words and glared at him as he left the room, closing the door behind him.
'Stupid smug bastard! I swear I'm gonna knock those sunglasses clean off his face!' Donatello thought as he turned his attention to the others in the room.
The guards started to approach him and Donatello grinned at their cautiousness,
"I see my reputation precedes me." Donatello smirked.
The guard on his left narrows his eyes and throws a right hook. Donatello didn't expect the attack and took the hit square in the jaw. The blow knocks him to the floor and the guard kicks him hard in the stomach before he was pulled away.
"That was my brothers nose you broke, freak!"
Donatello coughed and groaned as he rolled to his knees and spits out the little bit of blood from his now split lip.
"You need to chill Mark, or Bishop will have your hide!"
"Yeah, listen to your friend Mark. You don't want to upset your boss." Donatello taunted.
Defiance wasn't normally in his nature, but it sure felt good right now. He was sick of being pushed around and words were his only weapon at the moment.
Mark's partner stalked over and back handed the purple masked turtle, sending him once more to the floor.
"Shut your mouth turtle. We know where your brothers' hangouts are and if you give us any more grief I will personally leak that intel to the Purple Dragons and the Foot ." The guard threatened.
"Enough Nate." Heidi, the doctor, stepped in between the guard and turtle. "If you can't do your job, then give me the keys so I can do mine." She demanded as she held out her hand for the keys.
Nate handed the keys over with a scowl as he and Mark took up positions by the door, their weapons at the ready, all too willing to use them if the prisoner put one single toe out of line.
Heidi approached the turtle, "You're not going to give me trouble are you?"
Donatello flicked his gaze to the guards and saw their eagerness to use their weapons against him, then looked back to the doctor.
He shook his head, "No."
"Good." She stated and proceeded to remove his bindings.
She let out a sharp breath at the sight of red leaking through the bandages.
"I told them the wounds would reopen if they put these back on." She mumbled, glaring at the two men as she started to re bandage the lesions.
"That's probably my fault. If I hadn't fought them then they probably wouldn't have left them on." Donatello said, though his tone made no apology for his actions.
"Yes it was your fault." Her tone was harsh, but her voice softened on her next statement, "But I understand why you did."
There it was again. Sympathy. Donatello could tell this woman did not agree with what Bishop was doing to him, but why then was she following his orders. She didn't seem sorry to be doing it, only that it was being done. It didn't make sense to him.
"These aren't bad and should heal quickly, in a day or two you can remove the bandages completely." She said as she packed up her supplies.
"Thank you Heidi." Donatello said, sincere in his gratitude.
The doctor froze for a moment before resuming, "Your welcome…Donatello."
And with that Donatello stayed put as the two guards and doctor left and the lights went out, plunging him once again into darkness.
His shoulders ached from the restraints and being suspended for so long, so Donatello slowly and carefully preformed some exercises to alleviate the pain.
The thought to meditate crossed his mind but he rejected the idea. Master Splinter and Leonardo would more than likely try that method to contact him, and he knew that once they found him, they would convince him to tell them who had him. Donatello decided that he would not be the one to tell his family. He did not want them risk being captured, but they would never listen to his wishes and come for him anyway. Besides, he didn't even know where he was.
No. He would not reach out to his family, but he vowed he would see them again.
He would escape.
A half hour later when the door opened once again with light spilling in from the hallway, Donatello was filled with dread. They have finally come to take him away for whatever they wanted him for in the first place. He tried to swallow to moisten a suddenly dry throat. He had a short time to wonder why they kept the lights off before a short scuffle reached his ears. Hope warred with fear in his mind. At least he would be able to help his brothers fight their way back out and if it seemed impossible to escape, he would bargain himself to Bishop for their lives.
"Let. Me GO!" The voice growled, punctuating each word.
That voice did not belong to anyone the purple masked turtle knew, but he could tell it was female, young maybe in her early twenties.
Donatello heard a grunt, too deep for the woman to make, probably a guard. Then he saw someone, presumably the woman, shoved in the room and the door slammed shut.
The woman ran to the door and pounded on it with her fists,
"You can't do this, I haven't done anything! Who are you people? You better let me out or I'll…"
The woman realized that any threat would be useless as she slid down the door to the floor. The fear and seriousness of her situation caught up to her and she couldn't hold back the tears anymore.
Her sobs pulled at Donatello's heart as he listened to her break down.
He wondered why they put her in the same room as him. What was their plan? Why was she here at all?
The woman had no clue that she was not alone.
A/N: Thoughts? Constructive criticism?