Authors Note: Yes I am have completed another chapter and unlike in the past, I have already started on the other. I am not very happy with some things, after re-reading this fic, but I did start it what 10 years ago? This chapter is mainly a filler, but there will be a bit more action in the next chapter. For those who are still hanging around, thank you.
Donatello was shoved roughly enough to make him stumble a couple of scowled but didn't say escorts didn't need an excuse to be rough with him and it took everything the turtle had not to react was in enough trouble and didn't need to give them any more ammunition. He was a bit confused when they led him in a different direction than the room he was in before and instead took down a different hallway. The door they came to opened up into a small concrete room with nothing but metal rings in various spots on the wall and floor, this truly looked like a cell. He was led to a corner and shoved to the ground. Donatello grunted at the force used but still held his tongue.
His wrists were chained to a ring in that knew as soon as they hooked him up that he would not have any slack and would only be able to move an inch, if that. If that wasn't bad enough, each ankle was also chained to a ring that left him with his legs stretched out straight and open like a V. There was no give for movement. Donatello glanced at his feet and saw that they used pad locks and he assumed his wrists used the same locking he had a pin and some slack in his wrists, this would be an easy pick.
As if his current predicament wasn't enough, one of the men stood over him with a look that made Donatello want to turtle could only glare back with as much bravado as he could man just chuckled and reached for the turtles face. Of course Donatello jerked his head out of reach and was rewarded with a fist to the spat out a bit of blood and glared back up into that same unsettling look on the man's man caulked his arm back for another hit but Bishop walked in the door, instructing for the other men to leave the room.
The usual smug expression was gone from the agents face and instead there was one of unrestrained purple masked turtle didn't bother to hide the nervous gulp and instead gave the man the most neutral expression the agent spoke it was through clenched teeth,
"You have caused me a lot of grief and you will pay. Enjoy your victory now, because the proverbial gloves are off."
Donatello smirked. He was a long way from giving up and this threat wasn't enough to deter him.
"You have a few moments until your punishment is carried out.I do hope you enjoy your new accommodations."
When Bishop turned to the door he paused and looked back at his prisoner.
"Just remember Donatello, if you choose not to cooperate, my men have my permission and my blessing as it were, to do what is necessary to get done what is only limitation is they have to leave you breathing."
The door slammed shut, leaving the turtle alone. Donatello took this chance to test his bonds. Neither his ankles nor his wrists had a lot of slack, not that he expected them really concerned the turtle was the they actually required a key to open, it would be more difficult for him to get them unlocked.
He suddenly felt very tired and very sore, just about everywhere as the last of the adrenaline left his system. His tired thoughts drifted to Bree and wondered what they were doing with her right now. He spent a few minutes wracking his brain, trying to see if he could have done anything differently but quickly came to the conclusion most of the paths would not have ended any better and possibly causing Bishop to scrap the plan for him and move on to one of his brothers, and causing Bree's death. From what Donatello gleaned from the files on the computer, the timing was close for their first trial to begin.
He was going nowhere at the moment, so he let his eyes slip closed. He felt himself going deeper and his breath automatically evened out. He kept himself from going too deep but he soon felt another, familiar consciousness brush against his. He could feel the longing it had for him but didn't hold on as the purple masked turtle intentionally pulled away.
A sharp slap to the face brought Donatello back to reality.
"Wakey, wakey freak." Spat a man, glaring down on him.
A swollen eye and facial bruising marked him as one of the guards that he faced in his escape attempt.
"Rise and shine, it's punishment time," The man chuckled at what he thought to be a funny, "and I'm the lucky one that gets to oversee it."
All Donatello did was blink in response, still trying to clear the sting of his wake up call. His ankles had already been released, but he held his breath as the guy reached behind his shell and unlocked the chain holding him to the floor. His wrists were still held together by the manacles.
"On your feet." The one with the bruised face demanded.
When Donatello didn't make an immediate move to comply with the order, a solid kick to his gut succeeded in knocking the wing out of him. He was still trying to get a breath as two men grabbed him and stood him on his feet.
"You must really be stupid if you think I would ever cooperate with you." The turtle wheezed, still catching his breath.
The comment earned him another hard slap to the face.
"Beat me all you want; it won't change anything." He glared back, defiance surging up in his mind.
The smile that met Donatello, caused his stomach to flip.
Donatello didn't know how long the beating took, only that it hurt. All hits to the head were with an open hand to minimize brain injury or just being knocked out but everywhere else was fair game. His plastron gave him some protection, but the repeated hits still hurt and caused some small surface cracks to appear. At the end he was bleeding from small abrasions all over and his skin was darkening from the multiple bruises.
"Let's get one thing straight turtle, you belong to us now and your only escape is death."
Donatello was left on the floor bleeding and alone. With some effort, he managed to get into a sitting position against the wall, and he just sat there trying to get himself back under control.
The door opened a few hours later and a tray was left to the side of the door and was promptly shut again with no words spoken. Sore and exhausted, Donatello let out the breath he was holding, relieved at the lack of interaction.
Rising without the aid of his hands was made easy by his years of training.
He paused once he gained his feet only to give the dizziness a chance to dissipate before making his way over to the tray. On it was a bowl of what looked like rice and vegetables. It was all so overcooked it was hard to tell. There was a second bowl filled with water, and it actually looked clean. In order to eat it, he would need to get down on his knees and eat from the bowls, like an animal. Donatello scowled at the thought. He took a good look around the room and couldn't see any cameras or anything that looked like surveillance, so no one would see him if he did. A glance back down at the food and Donatello decided that it was not worth the effort. At least for now.
Maybe he would be hungry enough after a rest. He leaned his shell against the wall and slid dawn until he was sitting. The coolness of the cement wall felt good on the back of his head and before he could really think about it, he had fallen into a dreamless sleep.
He woke as the door opened once more, tensed for what was coming next.
Instead of Bishop or his guards, it was the doctor that entered.
"I 'm here to clean your wounds." She explained.
His heart started thudding in his chest and his breath hitched as she moved toward him.
"S-stay away from me" he stammered as he scooted to get further away, forgetting he was already up against the wall.
"I am only here to help-"
"I don't care, don't touch me." He growled this time to show he was serious.
He did not want that woman anywhere near him. Just the sight of her brought the experience and feelings of what happened rushing back.
There was a brief moment where Donatello saw guilt flash over her expression before it disappeared.
After a moment of hesitation, the woman looked at the closed door and then back to the turtle,
"I can take the cuffs off and let you do it yourself, but you have to promise you won't attack me or try to escape." Heidi suggested as she held his gaze.
Donatello thought about his options. Could he really trust her? He thought maybe there was a chance he could, before she did...before what happened. He couldn't think straight, too many emotions were warring for his attention right now.
"I don't know if I can make that promise. What if I refuse to be treated?" He finally asked.
"Bishop ordered it, so it will happen, whether you are willing or not." She answered.
"Why is he bothering? He's just going to kill me eventually anyway." He asked, mainly to himself.
"Because if you die before a successful fetus comes to term, then he will be forced to start again, with one of your brothers."
The news didn't really shock the turtle but it was still unsettling. It had to stop with him or his brothers would never be safe. He had to figure a way to end this and destroy all the work and notes so the project couldn't be started again. Which means he has to do everything to survive.
Donatello sighed and then looked the doctor in the eye, "I swear on my honor that I will not attack you or try to escape."
Heidi nodded, accepting his promise.
Donatello stood and turned so his shell faced her so she could unlock the cuffs. Once those were off he reached for the tray of medical supplies. None of the scrapes were deep enough to need stitches so he just went about cleaning and disinfecting them. He worked quickly and quietly, never speaking to his company. When he was done with the task, he finally looked over at the doctor,
"I assume those have to go back on?" He asked motioning to the cuffs.
Heidi nodded, "Yes, I wasn't really supposed to take them off in the first place."
"Right. Mind if I eat first?" He asked, a little embarrassed.
"Yes of course. We have about 10 minutes before I am needed elsewhere."
So Donatello quickly ate the small meal and drank the water. When he had finished, he stood up, with the manacles in hand. He just stood there for a moment, glaring at them. He could feel the anger bubbling up inside. He wanted so badly to just lash out and through the manacles across the room. Before his anger grew anymore he snapped a cuff on one arm, and turned his back to the doctor.
"You will have to do the other one, I can't reach it." He explained.
Heidi approached the olive skinned turtle carefully. She felt him flinch when she took hold of his other wrist, but he didn't react further. She had to use more force to pull his wrists together than she expected to. She snapped the other manacle on and stepped away from the turtle. She picked up the tray with the left over medical supplies. When she looked back, the turtle was back sitting in a corner, the furthest from the door she noted. Without a word she knocked on the door and left.
In the cold silence, Donatello nothing but his thoughts, but even those were starting to turn on him. For the first time since his capture, he faltered in his confidence to get himself and now an innocent woman out of here alive. That train of thought then turned to the frightening future Draco and the Daimyo's son had sent him to. Is this what happened to him, how he disappeared? For a brief moment he panicked. He couldn't let that happen, he won't let that happen. Time to get his original plan in motion once again. But even now, he doubted that plan, but it was all he could think of. It would take a while for it to be the right time to act, but he feared that their time was running out.
The door closed behind the doctor and she was startled when almost bumped into someone. She looked up to see Bishop standing, apparently waiting for her.
"And how is our guest? Did he give you any trouble?" He asked, as he pushed those ever present sunglass up after the run in.
"Oh, um no. No trouble at all Sir. Well maybe just a bit at first but I convinced him to cooperate." She answered. Just the mere presence of the man made her skin crawl.
"How so?" Bishop asked, his interest peaked.
"Oh, well, um I-I told him that you would start over with one of his brothers if he died before we were successful." Heidi answered, truthfully but suddenly nervous.
"Good." Bishop answered, sounding pleased. "His family is his greatest weakness, don't be afraid to exploit it and use it against him. It will not only gain his cooperation but hopefully work to demoralize him as well."
"Of course sir. Are we ready for the next procedure?" She asked to get off the subject of the turtle. She did not want Bishop to find out she went against his orders and let him out of his restraints, even if just temporarily.
"Your subject is prepped and ready to go Doctor, shall we?"
At Bishops gesture, they started walking towards the lab.
One hour later…
Bishop smirked as the procedure was finished. The doctor removed her gloves and went to the other side of the room, Bishop right behind her.
"How long until we know if it was successful doctor?" Bishop asked in a hush voice. He wasn't ready for the subject to know what was happening. She would find out on her own, hopefully soon.
"Well, with an intrauterine insemination, we need to wait at least two weeks. By then Her hormone levels should be able to tell us if it worked or not." She answered.
"Anything we can do to ensure success?" Bishop asked.
"Not really. At this point we have to wait for nature to take its course. If she is kept calm and doesn't get too stressed and eats well, it certainly wouldn't hurt."
"Keeping her calm could be a problem." Bishop mentioned, "She has been quite upset since she was separated from the turtle."
"Too much stress hormone in the body could prevent the egg from attaching." Heidi replied.
"Having both in the same place has proven to be risky…but perhaps it is a risk we need to take. How long until the paralytic wears off?" He asked.
Heidi looked at her watch, "I would say in about another 30 minutes and the effects should start to wear off."
"Right. Thank you doctor." Bishop replied and quickly left the room. He had some serious thinking to do.