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Bright lights blinded him, causing his eyes to scrunch together in order to protect his sensitive vision. His thoughts muddled together in a seemingly endless fog as he tried to return to the land of wakefulness. He felt strangely weak and heavy, like there was a hundred pound weight pressing down on him; his muscles wouldn’t respond to his commands and he felt completely numb. His throat was parched; completely dried out. Even trying to open his eyes was a challenge.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the young terrapin slowly peeled his eyelids back, forcing them to open. He was met with multiple bright lights all seeming to move above him. Blinking drowsily, he tried to clear the dizziness away, but his mind remained in an intense fog, keeping him groggy and confused.
Minutes passed before the hazy feeling started to flee and he could form coherent thoughts. Questions began floating around in his head like a mist; the two most consistent ones were ‘Where am I?’ and ‘What happened?’ For some strange reason, he couldn’t remember the events that led him to this predicament.
Soon, the numbness started to dissipate and the ninja turtle regained feeling in his limbs. It was then he felt leather belts across his body, wrists, legs, and ankles. As soon as he realized this, panic began to simmer in his gut. Taking a deep breath, he tried to push his nervousness aside in order to discover the situation he was in.
A constant beeping to his right made itself known and the trapped reptile turned his head to find a large heart monitor, as well as a table with his brightly-colored mask, belts, and weapons sitting upon it. Extending from the machine were four slightly coiled wires, stretched towards the amphibian. His eyes turned downward, finding that attached to the wires were electrodes sticking to different places on his plastron.
Once again, panic threatened to build inside of him, but the ninja did his best to remain calm. A glance to his left, however, broke the barrier inside him.
On a metal tray resting next to him, there was a needle filled with a strange, clear orange liquid and different, dangerously sharp tools that gleamed in the light above. It was semi-clear where the turtle was now and he did not like it one bit.
His breathing came out in short, sharp gasps and he began to struggle weakly to break his restrains. He went into a full-blown panic, his entire body shaking uncontrollably on the metal examination table. He had no clue where exactly he was, his brothers, master and friends were nowhere to be found, and he was all alone in this strange place.
Out of nowhere, three shadows came into his vision from different places around him, causing his eyes to widen in horror. Their faces were darkened due to the light above them, so he couldn’t get a good look at them, but he couldn’t recognize any of them regardless.
“The turtle is awake, sir” one of the men said without taking his eyes off of their subject. “We’re ready to begin Experiment Alpha 41806.”
“Excellent” another man said from somewhere else.
His voice was low and sounded professional; it was also a voice that the ninja did not recognize. His struggles continued, but they were no use. He wanted to shout, demand to be released, call upon his brothers for help, but his scratchy, dry throat prevented him from doing so.
The three men above the panicked turtle moved away and a different man stepped into his view on his left. He wore a black suit with a white button-down shirt and a black tie. From what the reptile could see, the stranger had jet black hair combed neatly on his head and he wore sunglasses over his eyes. The sharply-dressed man leant closer to the ninja, his hands resting on the table he laid upon so he could get a better view of his captive. He wore a devilish smile upon his face.
“Hello, Michelangelo. You may call me Agent Bishop.”
A whimper escaped Mikey’s throat and his eyes filled with tears. The person above him turned away briefly then turned back. He held up the syringe with the orange liquid in the freckled terrapin’s vision for him to see.
“Time to be experimented on, my mutant friend” the agent said deviously before chuckling.
Azure blue eyes watched in pure terror as the needle was brought down to the side of his neck. As soon as Bishop depressed the plunger, a blood-curdling, strangled, animalistic cry escaped from Michelangelo’s throat.
TBC…