Trinitie's P.O.V

Engines running.

Wheels turning on pavement.

Blind.

I tried to thing of where we were going by the movement and momentum of the turns, the sways. When the van turns left your body sways right, and vice versa. When the van stops you jerk forward, and when it accelerates you do the opposite.

They had to rethink their life decisions.

I lost count after eighty seven turns to the right, fifteen turns to the left, and only two stops.

We laid in the floor of the vehicle, our arms bound tightly behind our backs. Mac was struggling beside me on my right, probably facedown on the floor of the van like I was.

How was I to get us out of here? And if not myself, how was I to get her out?

My life surely wasn't worth as much as hers. She had a whole future ahead of her. Correction: has.

I am going to get her out.

She was squirming around, probably trying to remove herself from her bonds. I only laid perfectly still, as I thought back at when I first saw the quadruplets. Their voices were robotic, their faces emotionless... then I came to a realization. They said something about experiments.

We were the experiments.

Am I right, or am I right?

Finally after what felt like forever, the vans breaks squeaked, and our bodies shot forward. My head hit the wall and twisted at an odd angle, which I knew it wasn't supposed to be in, though I could do nothing. Doors slammed.

They needed to fix their breaks.

"Stop moving." I murmured, and her movements ceased, going still.

The back door screeched open (needs oil) and I was tugged back, my neck able to go back to its regular position before I was picked up and dropped to the ground. 

I heard Mackinzi hit the ground beside me.

"Don't fight them." I whispered to her, earning a blow to the back of the head.

If I were able to see, I would probably be seeing stars.

It took me a few moments to gain my bearings, but as I did I was pulled to my feet roughly, and dragged to a destination I couldn't see. 

The sliding of a metal door.

Cold air.

Metallic smells.

I wasn't able to see as they dragged me somewhere else, down halls I presumed, and the metallic smell never went away.

My foot caught on something.

I tripped, blindly trying to break my fall.

My face slapped the ground, which smelled like iron.

I was hauled to my feet by a pair of cold hands. The ground echoed from where our feet hit it, which was the only sound coming from anybody.

I could only hear two pairs of footsteps.

"Mac?" I asked cautiously, wondering if she was still with me. I couldn't judge how many feet were hitting the floor, though mine did seem the loudest.

I waited for a smack, but it never came.

"Yes, Trin?" She answered, and I let out a sigh of relief, thinking, thinking, thinking of some way to get her out unharmed.

Her voice was shakey, and she sniffled once, twice. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, to tell her it would be fine. That I would get us out if it took everything I had.

But my hands were behind my back, and I couldn't do a single thing to comfort her.

"I will make sure we get out of this. We will get out alive, no matter what the cost." I told her determinedly. Abruptly then I was yanked to the side and shoved to the ground, my head hitting the floor roughly, and this time I could see stars behind the darkness of the blindfold. Mac wasn't beside me anymore, because I never heard the second thump of flesh hitting the ground. "MAC?" I yelled out, panic lacing the word.

"TRIN!" She yells back, her voice growing fainter as she screams for me, as they hurried her away.

Metallic.

Blood.

"MACKINZI! I PROMISE!" I yelled in hopes of her hearing me. Tears were running down my face, soaking into the fabric that caused me not to see my surroundings.

The only thing I could think about was a way of escape. If not for me, than for Mac.

I don't know how long I sat on the cold floor. I had finally gotten the blindfold off when they unbound my wrists. The walls were white. The floor was white. There was no furniture to decorate the bare room, and, worst of all, I was bored out of my mind.

Maybe I was in a mental institution, and I had only imagined the last memories I recall.  I sat in the middle of the floor, facing the only thing with color, besides my clothing.

The grey metal door.

The door in front of me slid open, revealing blue...robots? It was completely blue, but where there was supposed to be the stomach, was a tiny brain with a face. My eyes widened. A pink substance flowed through its arms, legs, mimicking veins of some sort, and robotic eyes looked at me unblinkingly.

It's hand reached for me, and I immediately cowered away, scooting backwards. My back hit the wall, and it finally managed to get a hold of my arm, hauling me towards my feet not at all gently.

I was dragged down long, twisty hallways until I was dizzy, figuratively of course. It was just really confusing trying to remember all the twists and turns we went through.

White

White

We went into an elevator and the robot swiped a card beside the number buttons and we started racing upward, causing me to almost fall on my face, yet again.

Why must you plague me, clumsiness?

The elevator jerked to a stop, and my face went pale at the sight of the room before me. Everything was white, like in the last room I was held in, like everything in this place, and in the middle was two stainless steel tables. The sides held restraints meant for the wrists and ankles.

Around the tables were trays on wheels, kinda like a dentist trays, and inside the trays were tools that definitely did not belong in a dentist. I started squirming, trying to get away, panic finally taking hold off all emotions.

"Hey, can't we talk this out?" I asked them desperately. More of them came in until there were about 12 other figures in the room besides me.

"The one known as Mackinzi McDaniels will be here momentarily to be experimented on." I heard one of them say. That's when a lightbulb flashed to help my friend, even if I didn't help myself.

"So," I started coolly,"After all this 'experimentation' what is going to happen to me and my friend?"

The figure in front of me looked at another one, as if deciding what to tell me."The Kraang would dispose of your body."

"How long will we be here?" My heart was beating a mile a minute. Hopefully this will work.

"About 4-5 years." another Kraang answered. My eyes bugged out of their sockets.

"What if we were to strike a deal?" I raised an eyebrow. The Kraang who had actual faces still held no emotion.

"What kind of deal?" One asked. We had stopped walking now, several paces away from the first table.

"What if you were to let my friend Mackinzi go, without killing her, and I would stay here for all of your experiments. I would never struggle. I wouldn't run. I would be here for as long as I live, or that is, until you have no more experiments to do. She won't even know where this place is. Do we have a deal?" I held my breath, awaiting their answer.

They looked from one to another. Of course it would be less 'data' but hopefully I'm able to promise enough.

It was all I had to offer.

"Oh and you can't seek her out ever again." I said quickly. They nodded and said simultaneously,

"The Kraang accept."

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Donnie's P.O.V

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I wondered if I would be able to find those girls at TCRI. I wondered if I would have anymore dreams of them.

I wondered if those dreams were real.

I would have tried sleeping right this second, but unfortunately I'm not tired enough to even keep my eyes from opening on themselves, so it was useless.

The other thing on my mind was trying to get my brothers to believe that I wanted to act like a better brother. I had to get out of this childish fit of April not liking me. It had to happen now.

I walked out of my room and decided to talk to Sensei. I walked to his room and knocked quietly. I heard a "Come in.", And slipped inside, barely having to move the door. He looked surprised when I walked in, but didn't say anything.

After me standing there for a few minutes, he said, "Yes, my son?" He looked up at me, as I knelt down to my knees to where our eyes were level.

"Sensei, I would like to apologize for my behavior this past year. It has been inexcusable. I've acted like a child who didn't get what they wanted, and I am sorry." I looked down, ashamed.

"My son. You were hurt and thought that bottling your emotions was the best way to stay happy, but it took a turn for the worse. I do not blame you. But to give you a sense of peace, I forgive you of your wrong doings." Sensei explained. My face lit up like a Christmas tree and I went forwards and hugged him. He was surprised again, but returned it immediately.

I felt like a child when I asked,"Will you tell me a story?" He chuckled when I gave my best puppy face, the voices leaving.

For now.

But I kept the soft smile on my face.

How long would I be able to keep it there?

"One day, I was....."

xxx

"And then I had four baby turtles on my hands, who grew up to be the ninjas you are today." He finished, a dreamlike smile on his face.

"So, do you believe Theng Shen went into the afterlife?" I questioned once he was done.

Master Splinter paused a moment before saying hesitantly,"I believe all good souls go to where they are most happy."

"What about the bad souls?" I questioned, interested.

"They go into oblivion, where they will have fire consuming them forever." My eyebrows furrowed.

"Sensei, do I have a good soul?" I wanted the truth of what he thought. His comments mean the most to me and my heart.

"Yes, my son. You have one of the best souls there are to have." I nodded, keeping the smile on my face.

I didn't quite believe that.

"Thank you, sensei."

He said no more, but went into his meditation pose, and I took it as my cue to leave.

I went to look to apologize to my brothers once more, but they were no where to be seen. Not even in their rooms.

They must have gone on a mission without me, I thought sadly.

Now that I'm alone, the voice decided to strike.

How they didn't need me. How I was unimportant. How maybe their lives would be better without me in it.

I shook them from my head. Maybe a little sleep would help clear my mind better. I padded into my own room closing and locking the door behind me. Walking over to my bed, I rolled around until I got comfy. Then, after a half hour of shifting around, my mind drifted away.

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Mackinzi's P.O.V
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I was being taken out of my 'room' and hauled down the everlasting hallways. Up the elevator we went and when the doors opened I heard,

"What if we were to strike a deal?" A familiar voice spoke. The Kraang bots around immediately stilled and barely kept me from face planting the floor.

"What kind of deal?" One of the human looking bots asked.

"What if you were to let my friend Mackinzi go, and I would stay here for all of your experiments. I would never struggle. I wouldn't run-" I recognized the voice as Trinitie's and tears started rolling down my face.

I kept in a sob until she was done.

She was willing to stay captive, to free me?

"Oh and you can't seek her out ever again." She added quickly.

"The Kraang accept." I couldn't keep in the pain that I felt at her proposition, and it busted out of my throat, making an inhuman noise. She looked back then, around the shoulders of the things that surrounded her, and winked.

Though in her face, I saw sadness.

And then the mask was back up, and they started to pull me away.

In between sobs, I gasped, struggling, fighting,"Trinitie don't. We need to stick together in this. Please.." My voice ended in a whisper, my throat raw from my wracking sobs.

"I'm sorry." She said as I was swept away, going back down the elevator.

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A/N

So, how is it soo far? I wouldn't mind if y'all were like, telling me about dead ends in my story and grammar mistakes, because hopefully it will make me better in the future. Anyway I'm gonna go.

Laters!

~Lexie