(So I still couldn’t decide which TMNT fic to write, and instead, this popped out. Uh… yeah. I was in this kind of a mood, lol.)
TMNT 2012 drabble
He awoke to a quiet stillness. With deep, slow breaths, he laboriously attempted to peel his eyes open after what must have been a very heavy sleep. As his eyelids first cracked open, however, he found bright, warm sunlight filtering in through some blinds over a window. Squeezing them shut once again, he took another deep breath before trying again. Once he had finally adjusted to the light, he blinked tiredly and gazed around him.
He was lying on a dusty, wooden floor inside a sparsely furnished room. The air was cool, but carried with it the scent of something delicious. Turning his head curiously, he quickly spied some food and water not far from where he lay. Lifting himself up off of the floor, he crawled over to it, the empty feeling in his stomach urging him forward. Opening his mouth wide, he began devouring the meal as fast as he could swallow his large bites.
"I’m glad you’re enjoying it."
For some reason the voice put him on edge and he stopped eating to glance around the room. In a shadowed corner sat a large turtle with a mask on his face. It was a familiar sight, one that sent warnings off in his head of impending danger, and he was instantly still, staring at the turtle awaiting any sudden moves.
"Don’t stop. Go on, eat."
He leaned forward slowly, lowering his masked face so the two were nearly eye to eye. But as the large turtle reached a three fingered hand out to him, he shrunk back, the warnings in his head growing louder. The cause of his distress merely smiled.
"It’s alright. I wouldn’t hurt you."
The voice was calm, but that did little to ease his fears. This turtle was a predator. He’d seen it with his own eyes. Or at least he thought he had. It was all very fuzzy.
"I guess I can’t blame you. You’ve been through a lot tonight. But from now on, I’m going to be taking care of you."
Pushing a bit of food in his direction, the masked turtle continued to talk in a soothing voice. Distracted once again by the smell of food, he inched forward against his better judgement and slowly took another bite. The large turtle’s smile widened as he gained confidence, once again accepting the sweet smelling offering.
"That’s it. I know it’s not your normal breakfast, but you’ll get used to it."
As the other occupant of the room continued to speak in a relaxed tone, he made quick work of his meal. Once he’d finished, he turned to the water, drinking it with just as much gusto. When he was finally done, he took in a satisfied breath and lay back down.
"There now. See? I’m not such a bad guy."
Lulled into a momentary state of comfort, he didn’t notice the hand again reaching for him until it was too late. As he felt himself being picked up, his first instinct was to bite at the nearest digit, but he found it just out of reach. Looking back up he found himself staring into intense green eyes, alarms blaring in his head to escape.
"Still feisty, I see. Some things never change, do they?"
The crooked smile on his face seemed much more menacing up close. As attacking the giant turtle was clearly not an option, the only other thing to do was go on the defensive.
"You know, I’m going to have to thank Donatello for that batch of retromutagen. I always wanted a pet of my own."
Even with his head and legs tucked into his shell, he could still hear the change in the voice. It was as calm as ever, but the tone had shifted. No longer was it soothing. It now had a distinct cruelty to it that made him close his eyes in fear.
"And don’t you worry about your brothers, Raphael. I’m going to make sure to take good care of them."
The laughter that followed sent shivers down his spine.
(…well that was fun! XD For whatever reason this was running around in my brain all day so voila!)