Broken

Chapter 10- Reborn

I don't know why the picture is positioned this way. I tried fixing it but I can't seem to get it to turn. Oh well. Note: this chapter might be kinda long, but if you're enjoying this story so far, then don't worry bout it.

POV: Leonardo
I woke up to the cold feeling of solid concrete as my vision cleared from the fog of unconsciousness and a massive headache.
Once more, I found myself in a stuffy cell, littered with cob website and dead rats scattered around me. I must be in the basement of the hospital. It was painful to move, my muscles ached from the slightest movement. I slowly turned to my side and nearly jumped out of my shell at the limp sight of Raquel's body next to me, laying motionless.
"Ray! wake up!"
I shook her shoulder but there was no response.
I forced my body over to her and checked for a pulse or any signs of breathing. To my relief, she was still alive.
I picked her up in my arms and held her closely to my plastron and pressed my forehead against hers. A few stray tears escaped from my eyes and slid down my cheeks, as the all too familiar feeling of faliure arose inside me.
I promised her I'd protect her, that I wouldn't let anything happen to her...This is all my fault. I shouldn't have let her come. I should've did this alone. At least I would've been the one captured and she would have still been free.
I hugged her tighter to my chest and whispered softly into her ear, regardless if she could hear me or not.
"Raquel, I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."
The metal door of the cell suddenly flew open. Armed Foot soldiers came piling in with men dressed in long lab coats followed suite behind them.
The men surrounded me pointing their teaser guns at me face. I gripped a firm hold on Raquel and backed away into a corner.
No, they're not taking her! They're not taking anyone else away from me!
I kicked and shouted against them like a mad man as they tried to pry my arms apart to get to Raquel. To take her away. The horrible memories of my brothers on that rainy night came back to me in a instant, remembering how they were stripped away from my grasp. Raph, Donnie, Mikey...all taken. The soldiers pulled me away, being dragged farther and farther just as my vision was slammed by the the door of the back of the truck.
They did it once, I will not let them do it again.
"NO! NO! GET OFF OF HER! GET AWAY! NO! LET GO!"
I continued to scream and kick them away from my position in the corner of the cell. To my knowledge they left the steel door wide open and I tried to make a bolt for my only exit. I darted towards the door when a group of soldiers blocked my path and held me back. I struggled against their grip. Fighting to break free with Raquel still in my arms. Through all the chaos, one of the scientists stuck a needle in the back of my neck and instantly felt my strength draining out of me.
Damn tranquilizers.
Two foot soldiers ripped Raquel out of my arms. I tried to run forward to take her back, but my body wouldn't allow me. Every step felt heavy, like I was walking through tar. The Foot let me go and I fell to the concrete floor with a thud. I couldn't move, I forced my eyes to stay open. My sight became blurry as I saw them take Ray away. Exhaustion was taking over my body, pulling at my eyelids. I didn't even have the strength to protest. All I could do was watch blurred shadows of the men leaving the cell, carrying Raquel's limp body.
I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer when the echo of the metal door slammed closed, engulfing the room in darkness once again.

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It has been four days.
Four days since Ray was taken and I haven't seen her since.
I didn't even care about what horrific plans Quinn hand in store for me.  All that I cared about was Raquel, praying that she was okay.
If only I could've seen her, one last time...just to say goodbye.
If we didn't get captured, if everything went according to plan...I was gonna tell her how I felt about her...that I love her.
I stayed in the far corner of the cell. I layed on the floor, curled up into a ball facing away from the door.
The cell door flung open as a tall man casually stepped inside, dressed all fancy in white down to his polished shoes.
It was him, the man who I've always referred to as "the devil," stood inside the doorway. Staring down at my pathetic form with a flicker in his eyes. More Foot soldiers poured in behind him. I gave a fake snort.
"Well Carlos, you finally came to visit me in this lonely cell you dumped me in. I'm touched."
Carlos Quinn twirled his cane in his fingers, letting out the fakes the laugh I've ever heard.
"Well Leonardo..." He mocked my earlier snarky tone. "I'm flatered."
I growled as the men approached me and hissed through my teeth in the nearest man's face. He flinched back a moment before scowling at me and grabbed my left arm, another grabbing my right, forcing me to my feet.
"Where is Raquel? "
"Oh, you needn't freight about Miss Cross. She is just fine I can assure you. But I'm more intrigued about the procedure at hand." Quinn motioned his chin over to the Foot soldiers next to him toward the door. "Take him to Lab A."
A potato sack was pulled over my head. They guided me down the long, twisted hallway. My feet suddenly came to a halt. A soldier took the sack off my face. I was in some lab experimental room. It was a large room with very complex equipment. It was really intimidating. Fear layed in a pit in my stomach.  The men shoved me into a glass containment unit and began snapping my wrists into metal cuffs that were connected to large tubes that drove sharp needles into my skin. I gasped in pain. I found myself in the same familiar predicament yet again. When Eric Sacks used me and my brothers to regain the mutagen from our blood. They were finally gonna continue where they left off and all I could do was hang there and unwillingly watch them do it. What else was I capable of doing?

POV: Raquel
I opened my eyes and was nearly blinded by the light. When my eyes began to adjust, I found myself alone in an empty surgeon room. I tried to move but I wasn't able to. My arms, legs and lower torso were stopped down. It was then I realized I was strapped to a surgical table. And to my sheer terror, long tubes were connected to my head, stomach and thighs. They were attached to a large machine that contained some sort of purple ooze inside.
It was also very cold. I then realized something else...
I was naked.
This couldn't be good.
The lamp hovered over my head right into my eyes, making me see white dots. I tried to glance around the area. I wasn't alone for long. I saw four or more scientists enter the room and one stood at each side of the table. One of them started up tha machine, it made a loud buzzing noise.
"Asset stabilized..." I heard on of their voices mumble, "Retro mutagen processing..."
That's when I saw the purple fluid start to slowly travel down inside the tube and into my body.
For the first time...I was terrified.
The needles injected me with the strange liquid. It felt cold and thick like gell. A fiery pain started to overcome my body. My hand's clenched into fists and my eyes squeezed shut.
But the pain only got worse over time.
I was even impossible to twitch a muscle without excruciating pain.
I couldn't help but find this as a familiar feeling. Carlos had done the same thing when they started experimenting on me. Which muteted me afterwards. But this was entirely different. I don't remember it being this agonizing.
I screamed in pain as it got to the point of almost unbearable. I have never felt anything like this. Surges of electricity coursed through my body. My head was throbbing, I thought it was going to explode. I could swear my entire skeletal structure was breaking apart and mending back together. I couldn't take much more of this.
"Please help me!" I couldn't believe what was comming out of my trap. I was actually begging for mercy from  these people. Please stop it! STOP IT!
My body began to shake violently. I was screaming so loud that my voice was starting to give out.
I take the time to look down at what was happiness to me. I tried to lift my head above my breasts to get a glimpse of my legs. I noticed they were slightly different. They were changing. The pale green color and scales were slowly vanishing into smooth rich tan skin.
As I began to process what was happening, my body could no longer take the pain.

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Was I dead?
It didn't feel like death...or at least not how imagined it.
I felt safe, peaceful.
Suddenly I was sacked back into reality and the table was flipped over on its side, with my face smushed against the cold floor. I realized that my hands and legs were no longer bound to the table. The room was shrouded in darkness. Only the lamp remained lit, though it flickered here and there, llu,inating some light around the room.
I struggled to my knees. Every movement was agonizing. My vision was still fuzzy with little white stars. I could hardly see anything. I crawled on my hands and knees over to the nearest wall and proper myself against it, trying to regain my balance.
The room was empty. The machine that pumped the purple ooze in me was now burnt and smoking. Some sort of explosion happened when I was unconscious.
All I had to do was turn my head, and I abruptly backed away from the image that showed within the glass wall.
It was my reflection, but it changed. I placed a hand on the mirror-like glass and let out a choked breath. I could not believe what I saw...
I stared at my naked body, mesmerised by my smooth, tan skin. It was no longer green and scaly. I gently touched my arms, even the texture was soft. I moved the bangs from my eyes and studied my facial features. My eyes were not the golden amber color they used to be, they returned back to the normal hazel color I was born with. I brushed my fingers over my small pink lips and my button nose, remembering the familiar shape of a human face. My eyes peered at my hands down to my feet, taking in my transformation. It has been so long, I barely recognized myself as a normal teenage girl.
A single tear fell down my cheek as I continued to stare at my human reflection.
"I'm me again..."