TMNT: Incarceration Chp. 1

A/N: My AU
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Chapter 1: Welcome

The floor of the truck shook beneath the young terrapin’s feet, bump after bump nearly sending him flying off of the bench. The genius turtle knew that the place they were going was outside of the city, but he silently wished that the road they were traveling down wasn’t so rough and rugged. But this is what he got for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The mutant stared down at his huge, three-fingered hands resting on a small bag in his lap. Bright silver handcuffs circled his wrists, which didn’t come as a shock to him. Where he was going, he wouldn’t be surprised if he wore handcuffs all the time. He was dressed in a simple purple t-shirt and black jeans as well as some sneakers. A purple mask tied around his head made his chocolate-colored eyes stick out like a sore thumb. Stuck to his shirt was an identification tag with the name Donatello. Preferably, he went by the name Donnie, unless addressed by his father or one of his professors. As Donnie was taken to his destination, he reviewed the events that led him up to this point in time.

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It started out like any other night in New York City. Car horns and sirens blared as the intelligent turtle made his way home from New York University. Even though he was fifteen, he had an IQ that rivaled even the brilliant Albert Einstein. He was offered a full-ride scholarship to the university after they reviewed his test scores and he accepted happily, doing everything possible to further his education and become a doctor.

Donnie was three blocks from the apartment complex where he, his older brother, and father lived when a shrill ringing pierced his ears. The mutant reptile gritted his gapped-teeth, shut his eyes tightly, and covered his ears from the surprise. He glanced to his right to see a couple of people dressed in black ninja outfits running out of a jewelry store with an average-sized bag full of valuable items in each of their hands. The young turtle couldn’t stand by and let this happen, so he chased after the thieves with haste, finding them in a nearly dark, cluttered alleyway. They appeared to be human, but their faces were covered, so Donnie couldn’t get a good look at them. He did notice a symbol embroidered on the bands of their masks…a footprint. Donnie’s eyes widened before glaring at the ninjas. He dropped his bag and stood in a standard fighting position.

The highly-skilled ninjas dropped the bags in their hands and went to fight Donnie, who fought the ninjas as best as he could with the training given by his father. He easily blocked the ninjas’ attacks and landed a few hits, but it wasn’t long before the loud cries of sirens fell upon their ears, causing them to stop in their tracks. One of the ninjas picked the bags up and threw them towards Donnie, who caught them so as not to let anything valuable break. The same ninja threw down a smoke pellet and both ninjas disappeared in a huge puff of black smoke just as two police cars arrived. The continuous flashing of the red and blue lights blinded the reptile’s red-brown orbs momentarily. Four officers stepped out of the cars. One of them shone a flashlight on Donnie and another one held a megaphone to his mouth.

“Put the bags down and put your hands in the air, turtle!” the second cop ordered.

With wide eyes, Donnie did as the cop said, setting the bags down gently and raising his hands in the air. The last thing he wanted to do was to get into trouble by disobeying the police or starting an argument. Before he knew it, he was cuffed and put into one of the squad cars to be taken to the station where his family would be contacted. He just hoped that he wouldn’t get into any trouble because of this.

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Donnie was snapped out of his thoughts when the transport truck came to an abrupt stop, causing him to slide on the bench. He heard a door open and close before light footfalls came his way. The back doors opened, flooding the interior with a bright light. Donnie covered his eyes with his hands, but lowered them slightly and looked through squinted eyes to see a police man standing with authority. The cop was well built, his muscles barely hidden beneath the blue uniform shirt. His short, blonde hair was hidden under the hat that was required of the police to wear. The sunglasses covering the officer’s eyes gave Donnie no clue as to what color they were. Donnie assumed the guard to be in his late twenties. The official stepped aside.

“Let’s go, turtle” the cop said with a gruff voice. Donnie could tell that this guy wasn’t fond of mutant creatures like himself.

Donnie picked up his bag and stood up, careful not to hit the roof of the truck with his head. The young terrapin was tall for his age, standing at least an inch taller than his older brother. Donnie walked to the end of the truck and hopped down, his sneakers bringing up dust from the dirt road. When he looked up, his eyes widened and his mouth hung open slightly.

There was a long, tall fence with coils of barb wire at the top surrounding a red brick two story high building. Donnie caught a glimpse of a hazard sign with lightning on it, telling him immediately that escape wasn’t an option unless he wanted to be barbecued. There were bars on every window of the building, except for one in particular on the first floor. Donnie theorized it to be the warden’s office. On the top corners of the building were cameras, which moved from side to side, monitoring everything. There was a huge brick wall overshadowing a yard, which was also surrounded by the fence. The yard had different weight sets and equipment, a basketball court, and a punching bag. The whole place looked like any other prison seen on TV. The knowledgeable mutant was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a hand shove him forward. He stumbled, but caught his ground before he could fall.

“Come on, freak” the cop ordered walking in front of Donnie.

Donnie scowled slightly, a few words of insult coming up in his mind, but he followed the cop without a word, not wanting to get into any trouble.

The official led Donnie through the gate and into the building. They walked down a long, narrow hallway, passing by cells with male juveniles in orange pants and short-sleeved shirts with a collar and v-neck. Some had white undershirts on underneath while others didn’t wear the torso of the uniform. Most of the mutants went up to the bars as Donnie followed the cop. A few of them reached out and teased the genius turtle, asking what he was in for and saying crude things, but Donnie dodged their hands and kept quiet. He noticed that all of the teens were mutants of different kinds; cats, dogs, lizards, and even a couple of bears. But one adolescent in particular caught his eye.

Another mutant turtle was lounging back on his prison bed with his hands locked behind his head, emerald green eyes staring up at the ceiling and seeming to ignore the other juveniles’ teasing. The terrapin didn’t have his uniform shirt on, showing off well-toned arms and a small lightning bolt crack at the top-left corner of his plastron. A red mask adorned his head, making his green eyes stand out. Donnie’s eyes slightly widened. He had never seen another turtle like himself besides his brother. The strong mutant casually glanced in Donnie’s direction, causing him to look down nervously. The red-masked turtle gave a small smirk as Donnie disappeared from his view.

It wasn’t much longer before the officer brought Donnie to a small white room, which contained a white counter with drawers. The cop turned to Donnie and held one of his hands out.

“Give me the bag” the guard simply ordered.

Donnie did as he was told without argument. The cop set the bag on a counter then took some keys and unlocked the handcuffs before going back to the counter. Donnie rubbed his right wrist once the cuffs were off. He looked up and saw the cop coming back with a hand-held scanner.

“Hold your arms out” the officer said.

The mutant obeyed and the cop began scanning him over. There was no sign of anything metal or dangerous, so the cop backed away and went to the counter. Donnie yelped as a uniform was tossed in his face. It fell into his huge hands and he stared at it before looking up to the guard, who was facing the counter.

“Change into that” the cop said. “I won’t look.”

Donnie glared a bit before turning his shell on the official and changing into the orange pants. As he changed, he glanced over his shoulder to see the cop going through his bag, checking the items to make sure that there was nothing he could use to try and escape or harm others. All the genius turtle carried was a toothbrush and some toothpaste, soap, and three books. He felt that he should at least expand his knowledge while he was stuck here. Donnie scowled a bit, but knew there was nothing he could do. The purple-clad turtle just turned his head forward and pulled the orange shirt over his head, covering the white undershirt. It was short-sleeved and had a v-neck like all the others. He then turned to face the cop, who still had his back turned to him.

“Alright, I’m ready” Donnie said.

The guard turned to the intelligent turtle with the handcuffs in his hand. He walked up to Donnie and locked the cuffs around his wrists again.

“Don’t worry” the cop said. “You won’t be wearing these all the time…unless you get on the warden’s bad side.” He chuckled, making the masked turtle glower.

The lawman picked up the mutant turtle’s clothes then turned away and went to the counter. He folded the clothes and packed them into a box labeled with Donnie’s full name. The turtle remained quiet as the officer packed the bag and put it in the box joining the clothes. The cop brought the box to Donnie, placing it in his large hands. The cop’s demanding hand tugged on the terrapin’s green arm.

“Come on, let’s go” the cop ordered.

He shoved Donnie out of the room then led him down a different hall to a wooden door with a nameplate on it. The cop opened the door and let the terrapin enter first before entering himself and closing the door. The guard stood next to the door while Donnie stood in the center of the room.

The back of a tall, ebony office chair was facing the young turtle and the officer, giving Donnie no clue as to what the warden looked like.

“Is this our newest guest?” a deep voice asked. The warden didn’t even turn to face the purple-clad turtle.

“Yes, warden” the cop replied. “Hamato Donatello.”

“Ah, yes” the warden said. “The young turtle, who was caught red-handed…or shall I say ‘green-handed’, with two bags of priceless jewelry.”

“Yes, sir” the brilliant turtle said quietly with his head bowed in respect. Even though he was innocent of the crime placed on him, he didn’t want to bother getting into a pointless argument.

The office chair turned to reveal a tall man, who appeared to be in his early thirties. His raven-black hair was combed neatly on his head and his white skin showed no flaws whatsoever. The warden was dressed in a white, button-down shirt with a black tie and a long, ebony coat. Black slacks covered his legs, one being crossed across the other thigh. Sunglasses rested over his eyes, but the glass was clear enough for Donnie to see the administrator’s pitch-black, nearly menacing orbs.

“Welcome to Juvenile Hall, Donatello” the warden said with a smirk. “My name is Bishop.”

TBC…