For whom the bell tolls
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Comics › Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
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1,582
Reviews:
5
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 3
Author's notes: Sorry for the short chapter. Next one will be longer.
For long moments after he awoke he felt suspended in a strange kind of limbo. His head pounded in time with his heart beat, nausea assaulted him, and for some reason he couldn't see a damn thing. He felt disoriented as he never had before. Years of training were on his side however, even if this method was never his strongest point. He lapsed into meditation, managing to relax, despite his position and pain and give his situation a detached going over.
He was blind because there was some sort of heavy cloth wrapped around his head, over his eyes. His armor as well as his shirt seemed to have been removed. Chains bound his wrists and ankles, suspending him from the ceiling and keeping his movements severely restricted. A fire burned through him with every breath and the position his body had been forced into stretch his wounded left side, compounding the pain. His fractured ribs had likely turned into broken ribs now. The bandage had been left on his cut arm, although now it stuck there with the dried blood.
When he finally managed to sort out his situation he was not rewarded with all that much information. He now knew that he was captured. Chained and blindfolded. It was frustrating, not having any idea who was holding him or why. In his mind he replayed the battle that preluded his capture. All of the attackers had been masked, and there was nothing in their fighting styles that gave him a clue to their identities. The list of enemies he had made over the years might have been a long one, but he felt that he should be able to remember someone who had gone through such considerable trouble to abduct him.
He spent the time that crawled by wrestling with his pain and nausea. He managed to get both under control by the time he heard a door opening. The footfalls of at least three moved through the door. He tried to place their position in the room by sound alone when he was distracted by pain. One of the three had delivered a punch to his wounded side. He gave a strangled cry then clenched his teeth together to keep from gratifying their efforts further. The pressure didn't remove itself. Rather it intensified, slowly but steadily. Whoever had punched him was pressing their fist against the broken ribs.
"Awake?" Chirped a girl who couldn't have been more than twenty or so years old.
"Who are you?" He demanded, his voice surprisingly strong after recovering from the pain. "Why have you captured me?"
"Matsuda Tanaka." She said, her voice lowering dangerously. "Does that name mean anything to you?"
Saki searched his memory, trying to recall a name in that in all honesty didn't have any ring of familiarity to him.
"No." He admitted. He didn't sound very concerned over his inability to recall the name, despite his disadvantage. For a moment he was answered with silence as the girl apparently tried to process the information. Then it seemed to sink in. She screamed, the sound full of frustration and anger. She hit him in the stomach hard enough to drive the air from his lungs.
"My brother!" She followed her information with another strike across his jaw, this time with some kind of metal object. Nothing was broken, but Saki spat blood in the aftermath of the attack.
"What about him?" He demanded, irritated.
"You killed him." She stated, seeming to come down from her angry vengeance and managing some composure. "You killed him, and I'm his revenge. You're in for a long stay here, Saki the Shredder. You will suffer long before you die."
For long moments after he awoke he felt suspended in a strange kind of limbo. His head pounded in time with his heart beat, nausea assaulted him, and for some reason he couldn't see a damn thing. He felt disoriented as he never had before. Years of training were on his side however, even if this method was never his strongest point. He lapsed into meditation, managing to relax, despite his position and pain and give his situation a detached going over.
He was blind because there was some sort of heavy cloth wrapped around his head, over his eyes. His armor as well as his shirt seemed to have been removed. Chains bound his wrists and ankles, suspending him from the ceiling and keeping his movements severely restricted. A fire burned through him with every breath and the position his body had been forced into stretch his wounded left side, compounding the pain. His fractured ribs had likely turned into broken ribs now. The bandage had been left on his cut arm, although now it stuck there with the dried blood.
When he finally managed to sort out his situation he was not rewarded with all that much information. He now knew that he was captured. Chained and blindfolded. It was frustrating, not having any idea who was holding him or why. In his mind he replayed the battle that preluded his capture. All of the attackers had been masked, and there was nothing in their fighting styles that gave him a clue to their identities. The list of enemies he had made over the years might have been a long one, but he felt that he should be able to remember someone who had gone through such considerable trouble to abduct him.
He spent the time that crawled by wrestling with his pain and nausea. He managed to get both under control by the time he heard a door opening. The footfalls of at least three moved through the door. He tried to place their position in the room by sound alone when he was distracted by pain. One of the three had delivered a punch to his wounded side. He gave a strangled cry then clenched his teeth together to keep from gratifying their efforts further. The pressure didn't remove itself. Rather it intensified, slowly but steadily. Whoever had punched him was pressing their fist against the broken ribs.
"Awake?" Chirped a girl who couldn't have been more than twenty or so years old.
"Who are you?" He demanded, his voice surprisingly strong after recovering from the pain. "Why have you captured me?"
"Matsuda Tanaka." She said, her voice lowering dangerously. "Does that name mean anything to you?"
Saki searched his memory, trying to recall a name in that in all honesty didn't have any ring of familiarity to him.
"No." He admitted. He didn't sound very concerned over his inability to recall the name, despite his disadvantage. For a moment he was answered with silence as the girl apparently tried to process the information. Then it seemed to sink in. She screamed, the sound full of frustration and anger. She hit him in the stomach hard enough to drive the air from his lungs.
"My brother!" She followed her information with another strike across his jaw, this time with some kind of metal object. Nothing was broken, but Saki spat blood in the aftermath of the attack.
"What about him?" He demanded, irritated.
"You killed him." She stated, seeming to come down from her angry vengeance and managing some composure. "You killed him, and I'm his revenge. You're in for a long stay here, Saki the Shredder. You will suffer long before you die."