Shattered Mind - Part 1 – (Day 1)

Her legs dragged against the white clean tile floor, confusion filled her head, no matter how many times she made some attempt her body refused to move.

Silent screams only could escape her for her voice wouldn't function, with all her strength she fought diligently against the drug that coursed through her veins, blurring her vision as she squinted hazily at her surroundings.

Voices on either side of her were shady, reminding her of some acid trip stereotype of scene in a movie of people talking, sickness reeked havoc in the pit of her stomach.

(How… could I have been so… careless?)

Knowing her captors all to well, she had met the two thugs in the past, resulting in them getting their noses and other body parts broken by her.

She wasn't the violent type, yet when it came down to her protecting herself she will go the lengths needed to survive the ordeal, with these two oafs she had no choice.

(I should have seen it coming…)

Revenge burned in the two men's minds as they waited for her during her normal routine, jumping her when she believed she was safe, before she could resist they cleverly drugged her which was not ever expected from or thought possible for these two men, no doubt in fear of repeating past encounters.

A clipping sound snapped her to attention accompanied by the sound of a door opening, her body jerked as she slammed down to the ground of some cold surface.

Peering up in the distance a green haze was present, unsure what she was seeing, the haze became dark as she felt her head lighten resulting in her passing out.

A stench so foul that no words could explain invaded her nostrils, coughing grasping her shirt to cover her sensitive, sense of smell, she opened her eyes, to her relief whatever she was given had worn off allowing her to think clearly and see her surrounding, with out the feeling of suffering tunnel vision.

The ground was metal as she peered up towards the area that the green haze she had noticed earlier, hoping to finally figure out what she saw, in her horror, he hung there.

(Oh my god what is this…)

There on the other side of the three foot high prison forced to sit on his knees for he must have been more then five feet tall, his arms chained forcefully up over his head, as a another chain was around his neck.

Even in the dark she could see his pale green skin covered with what she couldn't make out as his beautiful rich brown eyes lost of all emotions, as if someone had torn his own soul out.

(Donnie?!…)

Donatello, a turtle she has met once in the past, when he bravely saved her from falling to her death, when she slipped on a patch of ice on her roof while she was taking some pictures.

Back then when she first met him, he left before she could ever thank him, sure most people would have freaked at him, but why would she be so rude to someone that just saved her.

Not knowing much about him, or the other three that were always accompanying him, and being a freelance photographer that loved taking pictures of scenery had put her in a position to notice the purple clad turtle.

Realizing he avoided humans for a reason she couldn't blame him, she never approached him, only knowing his name from the others calling it, she was surprised to see him in this condition or in this place at all.

Looking at the tortured turtle she realized where the smells were coming from, they left him in his own excrements.

(Those eyes please don't tell me they did that to him…)

The sickening feeling in her stomach turned, not from the gagging stench in the air, but because she knew what he was going through, those vacant staring eyes are only associated with someone that has been broken, mentally and physically, in the back of her mind a thought plagued her, why was she here, or him?

To answer her, a clicking sound went off as cold icy water pounded on her from above, not meaning too, she screeched in shock.

"She is awake that's good! Now here is where the fun begins, how much you will bet she wont stop screaming when she notices the freak," a voice came beyond the door from her and Donnie's cage.

(Those psychos, how many times have they done this to him?!)

Shivers shot down her spine, at the mere thought of how long he has been here, having humans thrown into his cage in order for them to act in pure terror towards him for what he was.

In the mean while he probably only wanted them to help him, fighting the tears she had to think fast, she needed to get out of this place and get him out, she owe him that much at least.

Her horrible shower drenching her clothes making her shiver actually gave her an idea, she watched the sprinklers on the top of the cage, finally they stopped spraying her and started to move up into a small compartment.

Quickly she grabbed hold of one, trying not to loosen her grip, with one free hand she yanked off her black cord necklace, it stung her, ignoring it she wrapped it around the top of the sprinkler to give herself more of a hold onto it.

Pulling hard, she put her weight into it as she could hear the gears above bow and screeched from her efforts.

Sounds of warning beeps echoed within the room beyond the cage as she could hear the men started to spaz on each other, not knowing what was going on.

Another click, she knew it was for the door, as it opened she let go of the water spout rushing forward, catching one of the men off guard.

(I knew you weren't that smart!)

Pinning the man down she kicked high, as her foot made a direct impact to the gut of the other thug as he fell down onto his knees.

Refocusing back to the man she was on top of, she slammed her fist into his jaw as blood splattered from his mouth and the force knocked him out.

Jumping to her feet, she gave it her all in her next kick to the man on his knees, making contact to his face; his body skidded across the ground rendering him unconscious.

Huffing, out winded she grasped the wall, her strength wasn't up to par, to her dread, she knew she wouldn't have anymore to give on another fight.

Peering back to the cage door, she contemplated on how she was going to get him out of there.

(You can't tell me some always crawls in there just to bind him up…)

On the side of the cage at the end where Donnie was, seemed to be some sort of door, with no time wasting she went to examine it, hoping that it was the key to her dilemma, for time was short, and who knows who could show up at any moment.

Beside the door was a control panel, looking it over, it seem simple enough, as she crossed her fingers pressing a button, to her relief it open the door.

Looking inside she could see his condition fully, as she took note of the smell and the scars that covered his body that never healed right, his head slowly looked up, emotionless, lost, confused.

She gulped. (Did they leave anything of him left, or had they decimated everything that was him?)

Shaking her head she had no time for this, as she attempted another button, with a cling the sound of cuffs opened.

Focusing back to him, his arms drop not on his own accord, but by gravity itself, as he just continued to stare, kneeling down to his level, she smiled sweetly offering her hand while she spoke softly to him, "Donnie, my name is April O'Neil, do you want to come with me, out of this place?"

She waited patiently hoping he would give some response, any would do, for April knew if she just grabbed him, it could break him more.

Nervously she became fearful, (What if he's totally lost…) suddenly his hand moved towards hers, as he lightly placed it over her own, other then that no more response came from him, that response insignificant as it may seem was huge, as she took his hand putting it around her shoulders.

With a big breath, April managed to get him onto his feet, hoping he still understood how to walk or had the energy to do so; she became wary as he demonstrated he was incapable.

(I have no other way then to carry him…but first these other bozos!)

Carefully April dragged Donnie to the side as she slowly put him down, while she tried to rise he grabbed her hand, with a sweet smile she rubbed it, "I am not leaving you I promise, I just have to make sure these thugs don't come after us."

Letting go of his hand, he allowed her to get up, going towards the first man she dragged him over to the door that was where Donnie was, she literally threw the man inside then closed the door.

Then the other man she placed him in the cage through the door they used to put her in, not to far from it was another control panel, like the other one, she easily figured out how to close the door.

Quickly she went back to Donnie, still unresponsive April help him up again, still not able to walk she lifted him over her, using her back and knees to support his weight she headed towards the direction she remembered she was dragged through, with luck she might not run into anyone.

As memory served her right the men had a van and parked it in a garage, maybe she can find that van and get them both out.

Ignoring the pain in her legs as they tried to buckle, she steadied her breathing, forcing herself to press forward, she couldn't give up regardless how tired she was, if they were caught, they would only place Donnie back into his cage and as for her, she didn't want to think of it.

"We're almost there Donnie," she assured him, as he wrapped his hand around hers.

(Please luck be on my side and that we don't run into anyone!)

Down the hallway was a set of doors, she looked upon them they were familiar to her, to her recollection she only went through two set of doors, these ones should bring her to a set of stairs that led down.

Not far from those doors was an elevator, as she examined it the thing stated what floor they were on and that they would need to go down three floors to get to the parking lot.

(Should I risk taking the elevator? What if someone else is using it?)

As she look back to the stairs door, she dreaded the thought of caring Donnie down so many floors, but the same time how many people actually uses the stairs these days?

The true reason the two thugs used them was to hurt her as she recalled the pain in her ankles from the multiple times they banged against the concrete stairs as they dragged her up to the current floor.

With a sigh she knew fully well she had no other choice, "Ok Donnie were going to have to take the stairs, bare with me I promise not to drop you."

Heading towards the door, she slowly opened it looking inside first before entering the shaft, with the coast clear she ventured on.

Her body screamed in pain, narrowly avoiding tripping over her own feet down the stairs she finally reached the bottom.

(So far so good.)

Luck on her side she didn't have any unexpected individuals showing up in the stairway, as she stared at the door that led to the parking lot that luck, might fade quite quickly.

"Donnie, please you must be quiet for this one, if I put you down it doesn't mean I am leaving you ok," figuring he wouldn't make a sound anyways she wanted to make sure he knew what was going on.

The door ajar she popped her head in taking a quick look about, it was indeed a parking lot and not to far from where she was, was the van she was brought in.

There wasn't a soul insight she took the chance and made her way to the van.