Closed Doors

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So, I wake up and I'm strapped to something hard. I'm still really drowsy, so I'm like 'uh..where am I?' I can't see strait and when I look around, I think I see Shredder right in front of me, staring me down.
'no worries. That can't happen because I'm at home.....oh wait.'
"Is he ready for interrogation, Stockman?" asks Shredder. The way he said testing sent chills down my spine.
"Yezzz, Mazzter Zhredder." says Stockman. The thing I'm strapped to, a table, rises until I am standing up instead of laying down, but my feet can't touch the ground, so I'm suspended by my wrists and ankles by leather straps.
Shredder stabs a sword right next to my arm, cutting it a little. The sword sticks in the table.
"Tell me where Splinter is." he demands. He's right in my face, probably an inch away. I look at him in disgust.
"I'll never tell you, you low down, dirty, good for nothing, traitor who claims to love a child who he killed her mother." I growl and then I spit right into his mask. He removes the sword and drags it across the length of my arm, deeply. It hurts like heck, but I stay strong and don't let out a sound of pain for him to enjoy. I stare him in the eyes as he drags the blade across my arm again, just as deep. The blood cascades down my shell and onto the floor in small drips.
He reveals his steel claws that he wears on his arms and holds them against my forehead. They're as sharp as razors.
"Where is your Sensei."
"I'll never say."
The blades rip across my forehead, leaving a small gash, with blood running into my eyes. I subconsciously try to wipe it away, but I remember that my arms are strapped to this table. I can feel that the blade had ripped my mask in a place.
"Stockman, do as you please. But keep him alive." Shredder says. I'm now slightly afraid, but I don't let it show, and I keep my face as level as iron as I watch the fly as he prepares a...thing. I don't even know what it was. It looked like a syringe, but it was about three times as large and held a yellow liquid. The fly comes up to me and holds the needle up to my eyes.
"Thizzz will hurtzzz only a little. Zzhahzzhahzzhah-" ugh.... I hate that buzzing laugh.
"Juzzt kidding. Itzz going to hurtzz a lotzz." he says as he plunged the syringe needle into my neck.
I can't hold back my scream as I feel the liquid rush into my blood stream and fill me. The area of the needle's penetration is as hot as fire. A few hate filled tears run down my cheeks. I don't know what the stuff is, but it feels as though it is slowly killing me. My heart begins to race and my breaths become shallow and quick.
Shredder notices my condition.
"Stockman! What have you done?!?" he yells.
"It izzzz only an anti-bacterial zzzubztance mixed with a numbing agentzzz to keep the zzubject alive. I injected enough to make him feel painzzz but not enough to killzz." Stockman says.
That doesn't calm my nerves at all, because I feel like I'm slowly melting from the inside. This goes on for about thirty minutes, with me screaming and small tears of pain sliding down my cheeks. I close my eyes and continue to deal with the pain and soon, the pain goes away. My arm feels numb and so does my forehead.
I have no idea what has just happened to my body. I don't feel pain in my wounds, but I feel drowsy. I allow my head to drop to my chest, slowly gaining back what little strength I had.
"Take him back to the cell." Shredder's says and I am carried away by Tiger Claw.
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And that's where I wake up in my cell with my arms chained above my head on my knees. I don't know why it's so hot, probably another form of torture. My wounds are still bleeding, but very slowly and I can't feel them very much. There's a small puddle of blood on the floor that is now mixing with my sweat. The medicine/poison that Stockman used has worked to keep me alive. At least I don't have blood poisoning. I feel my thirst again like a water lilly growing in desert sand. My hunger is back as a dog comes to his own vomit.
That's all I am. A helpless dog in the hands of a cruel master. My brothers are trying to save me, I just know they are. There's no way they would leave me here to die at the hands of the enemy.
I look at the now completed carving of Master Splinter. I remember him so well. Sometimes, I think he can feel me through his meditation, knows my pain. Knows my suffering.
I could try to reach him now, but I am too much despair to try to meditate right now. I decide to try anyway.
I slowly calm my mind and my tortured body. I can almost meditate, but I just can't. I can't. I can't. I'll never reach him.
They must know where I am. They have to. How could they have not seen me fall off a building into an alley? How could they not have noticed that I never came back to the lair with them? I've been here for about a month and I haven't even had an indication that they have even tried to save me. Why? Why? Why?
That is the question running over and over again in my mind.
Why me?
Why now?
Why?
Can't I be saved from this, or am I forever lost at the hands of Shredder. My head falls to my chest. As I stare at the puddle of blood and sweat, I see something out of the corner of my eye. I look up, expecting to see Razaar or Tiger Claw or maybe Stockman.
But I see Karai.
"Hello, Raphael."
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