The Lost Son

<Chapter 3>

(Four months later)

Pov turtle:

'Ugh, my shell is still sensitive, from the combat training months ago', gently rubbing my shell to try and get rid of the bruising feeling, 'maybe if I get a welder I can fix the openings shut, it might hurt, but that would lower the chances of any more injury, or I could try making a type of covering for my shelling that would protect me', finishing the weapon I was building for the krang, 'this wire here, and this wire here' connecting wires to the inputs and outputs they belong to. 'And then there, now to do some welding', walking over to the tool shelf, looking for the welder, finding on the farthest part of the shelf. Grumbling at the insufficiency of getting the tool, I started to get frustrated, 'this is so annoying', started to look around for any help knowing that the bots would not help, catching a glimpse of a small stool, 'ah ha, there we go', walking over to the stool, taking it to the shelf. After retrieving the welder and the face shield, walking back to the desk, and placed the welder and shield on the table, climbing back into the chair to continue my task. I placed the mask on, adjusting it to fit better, struggling from the looseness and oldness of the straps.

'Maybe there are other ways to help fix my shell, while feeling it, I noticed that a piece of my shell in the center broke off, should I try it out? Wait, how would I even fix the cracks if I can't reach it, maybe I could ask Leatherhead. No, he wouldn't know what to do, and plus he would tell me it's a bad idea, ugh, and asking the krang is like asking for a death wish', sighing out of anger, 'okay there we go'. I walked over to the testing area, aiming the gun at the target across the room, the sound of the gun charging up, emitting a noise going from a low to a high frequency that only dogs could hear, 'okay you got this pull through, it's not that bad, it could have been worse', I aimed at the target, I let out a held breathe. Silence, I aimed precisely at the mark, then the silence was broken, BOOM, a giant laser beam shooting out of the gun demolishing the mark. Powering down the gun, internally squealing, 'Yes!!! I finally perfected the laser gun, I should have known I was connecting the wrong wires', I was cut out of my thoughts when I heard the signals and noises of the bots behind me reporting to a higher krang. 'Why are they reporting right now, did I do something wrong, no maybe they're reporting cause I did something good since I finally corrected my mistake', I walked over to the weapon shelf, placed the gun down marking it under finished and corrected. I walked over to the next section to see the next weapon to fix and found that it was my least favorite one to correct, the spider gunner. I transported the gunner to the desk, not on the table, but rather set it down on the floor next to the table since it was difficult to lift. Placing it down, grabbing the needed tools, reciting them in my head, 'wire cutter, the welder, the screwdriver, and the laser welder'.

'Okay, calm down, let's do this-'. "The Mutant that is known as Experiment 13911-525, Krang has been ordered by Krang to take you now to the room known for experiments to do injections, come turtle". The bot waited at the door, watching me putting the tools and weapons away, 'first let's put the tools away, then the gunner', after putting everything away, I walked up to the krang bot, stopping right in front of it waiting for krang to escort me to the laboratory.

(Pov 3rd Person)

(Arriving at the Lab)

After a long journey from the weapons rooms to the laboratory, arriving at the lab, the turtle looked around noticing the multitude of krang and krang bots inside the room, this confused the turtle wondering, 'wait a minute why is there more krang than usual, normally there are about five to seven bots standing and monitoring the experiments, so why is there so many now'. The turtle didn't know what to think of the situation, following the bot obediently, and walking to the table, the mutant was a little too small, so Turtle jumped up and crawl up, however, while crawling up onto the table, something caught the turtles eye, 'there are five injections now!!! Wait why though, I've been getting two to three for four months now'. The krang bots assisted, strapping restraints on the mutant's arms, legs, and abdomen. "Place the wires of this mutant, now!!! Prime and I want to see how this new injection will react to this mutant", krang subprime said, evilly chuckling through its teeth, the bots immediately complied. 'Wait Subprimes and Prime are here, no why, and what did it say about a new injection, wait why am I the test dummy, I'm never the dummy', the turtle looked at the krang bot scientist that was ready to get started, eyeing the mutant, holding the needle. "Begin the experiments!!!", with the first injection inserted right into my upper thigh, the turtle tensed up its muscle expecting the worst possible pain that he ever received, only to feel nothing, however, not nothing as no pain, the mutant's leg went limp and was numb. The krang were confused walking up to the leg that was injected, while another was looking at the monitor, seeing the cause of the confusion, "WHAT IS IT?! WHAT IS THE PROBLEM?", Subprime yelled impatiently wanting to know what the krang bots were so confused, "Krang has found that this injection that was injected into the mutant that is a turtle-", "GET ON WITH IT", Subprime interrupted getting agitated, "Unlike the other mutants that experience either pain and improvements in their unstable mutated bodies, this mutant leg just experienced....numbness". The krang bots and higher-ups were confused, "Are you saying that this mutant has become immune to the experiments?", the krang scientist trying the best words replied,