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Adult +
Chapters:
5
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1,584
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5
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Chapter 4
AN: ...okay, so maybe this chapter isn't much longer than the last one. Sorry bout that.
For the next several hours Shredder's only companions were his pain and the thoughts running through his mind. Every trick he could think of was employed in escape attempts. He even invented a few new ones. Unfortunately, as his captors had been trained in the same arts he, everything he tried had been anticipated.
Eventually he heard the approach of two sets of footsteps echoing faintly across the concrete floor. They did not bother to speak. Simply stuck a needle in his neck and drained the contents of the syringe into his bloodstream. He fought whatever drug they injected him with, but it was a losing battle. His mind was pulled under it's influence into unconsciousness.
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When he woke his restraints had been removed and the cloth over his eyes was missing. Blinding light assaulted him when he opened his eyes. He squeezed them shut again an instant later and threw his arm up for further protection. The light persisted, penetrating his eyelids with a harsh glow. Saki tried opening his eyes for brief intervals at a time. Eventually he made himself accustom to the intense light, if only enough to keep his eyes open for short spans of time. The cloth that had blinded him earlier would have been more than welcome now.
After the arduous task of opening his eyes was finally complete his next move was to get himself off of the floor. A quick inspection of his injured midsection brought to his attention two broken ribs and a large bruise. The purple/black collection of broken blood vessels spread out almost reaching his chest and down past his stomach. He took three long slow breaths to steady himself. Then he carefully pushed himself up from the ground, using his arms to support as much of his weight as they could. Pain exploded through his body when he moved. He ignored it and pushed on. Standing up felt like a hard won victory.
Forcing himself to see past the blinding overhead light, he started to examine his new surroundings. The room was small. It's only furnishings were a dirty toilet and sink. The walls were stained and peeling with age, but he suspected that they were sturdy enough. The only thing in the room that didn't seem to suffer from years of neglect was it's single door. Composed of shiny new reinforced steel with no apparent locks or handles.
His first thought was of weapons. The floor was bare and the heavy porcelain top had been removed from the toilet. Still he was certain that there was something he could do to dismantle the toilet or sink and find a suitable weapon amidst it's parts. Of course the room was likely rigged with security cameras. He wouldn't be able to hide any such weapon. Nor would he be able to ambush anyone who might try to enter the room.
Saki went to the sink and turned the cold tap on, curious to see if it would actually work. At first only a dirty brown liquid emerged. He allowed the tap to run for several minutes. Eventually the rust and dirt started to dilute until it finally became something that resembled water. He gave it a few more minutes before cupping some in his hands to drink. It smelled bad and tasted worse, but he was hardly in a position to complain. After splashing a generous amount on his face he turned his attention to his wounds.
He was unable to treat his ribs without anything to bind them, so he was forced to ignore the most grievous of his injures and do what he could for the minor ones. He cleaned his various cuts and scratches before turning his attention to his arm where his cape bound the gash from Raphael's sai. He attempted to remove it so he could clean the gash and found it stuck tight with dried blood. By softening it with water he was able to coax tiny bits of the cloth away from his skin but the process was painfully slow. Finally he decided that it wasn't worth the effort and left it alone.
Standing for so long caused his body to ache with protest. Inwardly cursing his weakness he sat down facing the door, resting his back against the wall. While his body was idle his mind was hard at work. There had to be a way out of this mess and he intended to find it. Hours passed and Saki fell into a kind of trance, somewhere between sleep and meditation.
Quite suddenly he was jerked awake and his blood ran cold. Bells chimed softly from an unknown location in the room. He forced himself to stand, determined to fight. No one came for him. Instead the sound began to steadily pick up intensity. Pain exploded in his skull and he staggered. At first he used a hand to keep himself steady against the wall. When the sound increased both hands were pressed tightly against his ears in an attempt to block the horrible noise. He fell to one knee and dully registered the pain from his broken ribs. When people finally did come for him his head was spinning so much from the noise and the pain that he had only the vaguest notion of what was happening as they took hold of his arms and lead him out of the cell.
For the next several hours Shredder's only companions were his pain and the thoughts running through his mind. Every trick he could think of was employed in escape attempts. He even invented a few new ones. Unfortunately, as his captors had been trained in the same arts he, everything he tried had been anticipated.
Eventually he heard the approach of two sets of footsteps echoing faintly across the concrete floor. They did not bother to speak. Simply stuck a needle in his neck and drained the contents of the syringe into his bloodstream. He fought whatever drug they injected him with, but it was a losing battle. His mind was pulled under it's influence into unconsciousness.
xxxxxxxxxxxxx
When he woke his restraints had been removed and the cloth over his eyes was missing. Blinding light assaulted him when he opened his eyes. He squeezed them shut again an instant later and threw his arm up for further protection. The light persisted, penetrating his eyelids with a harsh glow. Saki tried opening his eyes for brief intervals at a time. Eventually he made himself accustom to the intense light, if only enough to keep his eyes open for short spans of time. The cloth that had blinded him earlier would have been more than welcome now.
After the arduous task of opening his eyes was finally complete his next move was to get himself off of the floor. A quick inspection of his injured midsection brought to his attention two broken ribs and a large bruise. The purple/black collection of broken blood vessels spread out almost reaching his chest and down past his stomach. He took three long slow breaths to steady himself. Then he carefully pushed himself up from the ground, using his arms to support as much of his weight as they could. Pain exploded through his body when he moved. He ignored it and pushed on. Standing up felt like a hard won victory.
Forcing himself to see past the blinding overhead light, he started to examine his new surroundings. The room was small. It's only furnishings were a dirty toilet and sink. The walls were stained and peeling with age, but he suspected that they were sturdy enough. The only thing in the room that didn't seem to suffer from years of neglect was it's single door. Composed of shiny new reinforced steel with no apparent locks or handles.
His first thought was of weapons. The floor was bare and the heavy porcelain top had been removed from the toilet. Still he was certain that there was something he could do to dismantle the toilet or sink and find a suitable weapon amidst it's parts. Of course the room was likely rigged with security cameras. He wouldn't be able to hide any such weapon. Nor would he be able to ambush anyone who might try to enter the room.
Saki went to the sink and turned the cold tap on, curious to see if it would actually work. At first only a dirty brown liquid emerged. He allowed the tap to run for several minutes. Eventually the rust and dirt started to dilute until it finally became something that resembled water. He gave it a few more minutes before cupping some in his hands to drink. It smelled bad and tasted worse, but he was hardly in a position to complain. After splashing a generous amount on his face he turned his attention to his wounds.
He was unable to treat his ribs without anything to bind them, so he was forced to ignore the most grievous of his injures and do what he could for the minor ones. He cleaned his various cuts and scratches before turning his attention to his arm where his cape bound the gash from Raphael's sai. He attempted to remove it so he could clean the gash and found it stuck tight with dried blood. By softening it with water he was able to coax tiny bits of the cloth away from his skin but the process was painfully slow. Finally he decided that it wasn't worth the effort and left it alone.
Standing for so long caused his body to ache with protest. Inwardly cursing his weakness he sat down facing the door, resting his back against the wall. While his body was idle his mind was hard at work. There had to be a way out of this mess and he intended to find it. Hours passed and Saki fell into a kind of trance, somewhere between sleep and meditation.
Quite suddenly he was jerked awake and his blood ran cold. Bells chimed softly from an unknown location in the room. He forced himself to stand, determined to fight. No one came for him. Instead the sound began to steadily pick up intensity. Pain exploded in his skull and he staggered. At first he used a hand to keep himself steady against the wall. When the sound increased both hands were pressed tightly against his ears in an attempt to block the horrible noise. He fell to one knee and dully registered the pain from his broken ribs. When people finally did come for him his head was spinning so much from the noise and the pain that he had only the vaguest notion of what was happening as they took hold of his arms and lead him out of the cell.