Leonardo, woke with a start. Water hit his eyes and he shut them quickly, he re opened them when his reptilian eye lids shut around them. Now able to see, he could discern....nothing, everything was blurred. Not blurred because of the liquid in his eyes, but because his head was spinning...No...not just spinning rocketing. His whole body was on fire, and felt like fire was coursing inside him. Looking around his surroundings a little more he could just make out a strange familiar face, looking back at him through the green liquid.
"Ralph?..." he called, but couldn't get the words out for something was over his mouth, clamped tight around his face. Something was down his throat, a tube of some kind, that’s why it felt like his throat was burning. He struggled to take off the device but saw that he couldn't, something was holding his arms down just out of reach of the mouth piece. There were wires all strung in and out of his arms and legs like voodoo doll, pumping something into him. Oh right, and it hurt...allot...
He also noticed that as he fought to get free, or at least get a hold of something, the other turtle was doing the same. He stopped struggling, so did the second party. He moved his feet like he was treading water, so did the other turtle....this was him. He was in a glass tank, (of all the irony) suspended in a tank of some kind of aqua marine green liquid. If Raph COULD see him now... RAPH! Donnie! Sense! He had to get out, and make sure they weren't taken by that...what was it?? He couldn't remember, all he knew was it was something awful that they had to stop. They had been accosted by someone, not the Foot, they'd taken Care of them in Italy. Either way he had to find someway to get out of this...predicament. "If you are disadvantaged, Leo San, use the time to know your enemy." He remembered that much, Master splinter had told him that many years before, yet he still remembered it now, if only just barely...his head seemed to hurt when he tried to think. And thinking was all he could do now, he was completely at the mercy of who ever had him in this tank. He closed his eyes and began to meditate, relaxing, letting the air out, and the oxygen from the mask in. His pain seemed to dull for a few moments, it didn't hurt as much to move, or think. He had to keep this up for as long as he could so he could at least know what he was doing here. "Take in your surroundings Leonardo..." Master Splinter had told him, "Clear your mind, leave no distractions, and take in your environment with swift silent strokes..." He had remembered how master splinter had thrown ten balls into the air. Slowly lifted his head to the ceiling, casually opened one eye, barely, and then...BAM! Caught each ball as it made its way down with his eyes clamped shut. The technique was to train your mind to take in everything that comes into eyes and sort through it, Donatello had said in his scientific terms that, "When light comes into your eyes, we're talking about zillions beyond billions of light streams coming into your pupils. Each factors into a specific shape once the light properly bounces in correctly and you’re able to catch all of it. So if you look at it really, this technique trains you to have photographic Memory."
Either way, it worked so he used it now. He lazily opened one eye, and looked to the right, his arm was riddled with wires and tubes. Some of them even had lights on them, This was pretty high tech, none of their usual cronies (The purple dragon, Marauders) were behind this one. Maybe the government? They HAD attempted to round up the Turtles before, and discover their biogenic origin. He took a breath and opened his left eye, this time he looked at his feet. They were free like his arms, no chains or bonds save fro the ones built into his head piece. This meant that they didn't fear him moving them, just not to quickly for the restraints in the wiring in his arms accomplished this. He was suspended at least 3 feet above tank floor, 3ft ten inches to be precise. There was a vent bellow him, and it filtered in the liquid that he was submergined in. Bubbles protruded out as it opened and closed, he could only guess by the way it was closing, that would open and shut every 5 minutes, Donnie had filter like this in their training room for diving espionage. His eyes were closed again as he took all this in, if possible, he might be able to escape by some how sabotaging the vent, but more on it later, he had much more to take in. He opened his left eye again, and looked carefully at the tank wall. He focused on the reflection to see if he could get a fix on how the device went around him. It wasn't the government, he could tell that, this was tech even THEY didn't use. So who was it? The Foot? Surely the foot wouldn't be trying to preserve him in any way...
Suddenly he thought he could see something amidst the bubbles of his tank, an object he'd taken for a gleam of light from somewhere inside the tank. It was body shaped, the silhouette of a man. The points of light he thought were reflections from the tank were really his eyes...or glasses as he focused more. Light from the tank reflecting off his glasses. Why hadn't he seen him before? The figure began moving. So, he hadn't seen him because he was to far back to be discernable, now that he moved closer to the tank it was easier to make him. He was no one he could recognize....his head was shaped as one should be, probably meaning he was bald. Mmmmmm nope, still no one he could make. Wait a minute, he suddenly remembered a flash back, it was off him strapped to something, those glasses that gave the feeling of being glowing eyes, they were looking over him when-! "AArgue!!!" Leonardo suddenly writhed in pain, the burning began again, this time it was greater. It wasn't because he'd stopped meditating, THEY were doing this to him, who ever THEY were. Dizziness coming back....he was blacking out......
"That’s right, sleep." he heard a voice say from somewhere. Before his lids shut and he fully conked out, he heard the voice say:"Oh, of course. And welcome to weapon X................DEADPOOL! PUT THAT DOWN-"
End Part One.
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