Waiting
Disclaimer: Turtles aren't mine
He didn't know how long he had been here in this windowless, lightless room. It could have been days, weeks, months. For all he knew he had been here for years.
Time had lost its meaning.
His mind was cloudy, no longer full of ideas, thoughts, calculations, philosophies, theories.
His body ached. After the countless tests, surgeries, and drugs he had been submitted to.
The hope he had held onto for so long was starting to wane. It was the only thing that kept him going. The hope his brothers would show up at any moment. Rescue him from this nightmare.
So he sat in the dark room, waiting and clinging to the last few threads of hope he had.
--
His cell opened.
He didn't move, didn't resist as he was dragged out.
He showed no emotion as he was strapped to the table.
His eyes blank, his mind empty.
A familiar face was suddenly above his,
"You know turtle, this would all end if you would simply speak. Tell me where to find the others and it all stops"
They went through this every time.
And every time he remained silent.
"Your choice turtle."
With that, the daily torture began.
--
He was thrown roughly back into his cell.
Today had been worse than any other.
There had been no anesthetics or painkillers.
They had taken part of his shell and the skin from his fingertips to his elbow on his right arm had been taken off.
The bastards had skinned him.
They hadn't even taken the time to bandage him either. They had simply wrapped a towel around where the skin had been taken from.
For the first time since he had been captured, he started to cry.
Not just from the pain, but the hopelessness he was feeling, the fear that his brothers weren't coming.
With those tears, the last few threads of hope broke.
--
After that trip he had shut himself down. Locking away the last remaining part of himself deep within.
He no longer cared.
They could do whatever they wanted to him, but he would never give them his family.
His hope was gone, but they had not broken him. Nor would they
He would never give them what they wanted.
He had accepted that he would more than likely die there.
Alone.
Away from his family and friends.
But he would gladly die there, if it meant his family stayed safe.
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It was shortly after being thrown back into his cell when a loud explosion rocked the building. Feet ran past his cell, but he didn't move.
He stayed huddled on the floor with his back to the door. The pain was intense.
His right arm was cradled against his body. The drugs they had pumped into him were making it hard to keep from passing out.
His cell door was flung open.
And still he did not move. He did not look up as he heard footsteps come over to him nor when he felt the hand on his shoulder.
He felt himself being turned over, a familiar face appeared above him. One he had not seen in a long time.
"Donnie?"
He blinked up at his brother. His vision suddenly cloudy
They had come for him.
"It's gonna be ok Donnie. We're here. We're gonna get ya home."
He felt his tears being wiped away right before passing out.