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Change is often sudden, so quick that you are helpless to prevent it.
Donnie didn’t know how it happened one second he was digging through trash for metal and electronics and the next he was fighting for his life. His muscles ached as they strained to keep the ninja surrounding him away. His weapon lay long forgotten somewhere having been knocked from his grip what felt like hours ago. Bodies of the Foot ninja littered the battle field but for each ninja he took out it seemed as if ten took their place.
He jumped to the side avoiding a blow to the face from a baton in the hopes of giving himself some breathing room only to see stars at a crack of bat against his skull. Stumbling over forgotten papers and food scrap he made to kick the one that had hit him only to have his leg grabbed. For a heart wrenching second his feet left the ground and he went flying.
What felt like hours lasted only seconds as he collided with another body, the dull thunk of a fist colliding with his plastron stealing away what little breath he had left. Gasping for precious air, vision blurred he blindly reached for the ninja and swiftly tossed him adding two more bodies to the battle field. Towers of garbage keeping him from retreating.
Twenty more ninja appeared from seemingly nowhere. The purple clad turtle shook where he stood. Something wet tricked from his mouth as he swayed where he stood desperately trying to catch his breath. Biting back the taste of copper he ducked a fist only to have another grip his arm. Everything around him blurred as he was spun. A scream ripped itself from his mouth as pain shot up his arm to his chest accompanied by a sickening crunch.
Suddenly what little air he managed to get into his lungs was forced out as his chest collided with the ground. All at once they were on top of him, hands and knees digging into his skin holding him down. His injured arm wrenched back at an odd angle keeping him from struggling. Red eyes closed tight; all he could hear was the feet of the black clad ninja all around him. The taste of copper on his tongue made him want to gag but he didn’t have the energy.
The feeling of blood slowly dripping down his face and arms from scrapes. Glancing to the side where his non broken arm was. His heart dropped seeing the device on his arm broken beyond repair. His head fell into the rough dirt and grime of the dump’s ground trying desperately to simply breath but the weight on his back made it a struggle. He felt as if he was drowning, his vision swam as wave after wave of pain ran though his arm to his chest. He was just…so tired…
Through the ringing in his ears a slow clap and footsteps growing closer caught his attention but it was the loud crunch that made his head turn. He lifted his head to look, his entire body shaking from the effort. As his fuzzy vision raised, he dully noted his goggles lying broken under a black shoe. A man dressed in a long white lab coat stood before him, a cruel smirk on his face as he stared him down.
“I must say I am impressed!” The strange man motioned around them to the many bodies of ninja littered around the makeshift battle field.
“I had heard that your kind were warriors but this is more than I was expecting.” The man spun on his heal walking a few feet where Don noted he picked up his Bow staff.
“You are probably wondering, why you? Well you were not my first choice,” The man turned back to the purple clad turtle his smirk turning to something softer. “no I originally wanted the big one. But, then I hear about you. The smartest of your kind. Well I was intrigued and you did not disappoint!” With a press Don watched as his bo shrunk down and was pocketed. The man stepped closer forcing him to strain just to keep watch of him. His vision growing darker and darker as his lungs refused to take in air.
“After all you took out almost half of the ninja I brought before you even lost your weapon simply by being clever.” The man stared down at him almost gleefully. With a snap of his fingers Don found himself lifted to standing. The pain in his arm and the sudden movement made bile rise in his throat. He couldn’t see, barely clinging to conscious. He felt a hand lift his lulling head and the man’s voice sounding as if from a mile away.
“It is truly a pity that mind of yours will be wasted” The man pulled away, Donatellos’ head dropped, no longer having the energy to keep it lifted. A cruel smile and a white coat were the last he saw as black took over his vision and he fell into the sweet call of oblivion.
“Bishop” The man in the white coat didn’t even turn as a man in armor walked up to him. Simply content to watch the ninja load the downed warrior into the back of a black semi-truck.
“Ah Mr. Oroku Saki, I was beginning to wonder when you would show up.” The black-haired man took a small bit of pleasure seeing the other man’s slight scowl at his name.
“How long will it take you to break the turtle.”
Bishop readjusted his glasses and turned to the other. “Ah straight to business then. It should take at least six months before I am finished.” An armored hand snatched his tie and yanking him nearly off his feet to look at the taller man in the eye.
“I will give you one month no more.” The armor-clad man sneered. Bishop calmly pushed away the other man’s hand and readjusted his black tie.
“You are hardly in any position to negotiate our little deal.” Right on cue hundreds of bright red dots lit up silver armor.
A smile that promised death stretched across Bishop’s face. “I get to study a creature that had escaped my notice and you, get to keep your life. You getting a weapon out of this is merely a bonus.” The man in armor grit his teeth but didn’t say a word.
“I will keep that creature for however long I please.”
“Fine.” Oroku Saki ground out. The shorter man smirked and with a snap the lights vanished. He didn’t miss the way the other man’s eyes narrowed behind the helmet. Movement caught his eye alerting him the the downed ninja being swiftly removed by other ninja. He idly wondered for a moment what kind of punishment the ones that failed would face at the hands of the renowned Shredder. A low rumbling that grew closer alerted him to his ride arriving. He brushed off the thought, what the Shredder did to his ninja was none of his concern.
“If we are quite done here, I have work to do.” Without another word he slipped into the unobtrusive black car. The door pulled shut with a click. The engine roared to life, he watched as the man in armor grew farther away. Bishop spotted the black truck out the window and is grin widened. This was promising to be quite, enlightening.