Date ~ Unknown
Location ~ Alien Battle Arena
The race of aliens weren't kind. They were big, massive beings that would give even the Triceratons a run for their money. Despite their best efforts, the two Salamandrians were no match. The creatures destroyed their ship effortlessly with only the use of their claws, and the next thing Y'Gythgba remembers is waking up in chains.
She was weaponless. All her belongings were removed in her capture as well as the helmet used for breathing. Her head was light without it, though the air seemed fine to her. She was able to suck in a good breath to fill her tired lungs. The female Salamander felt completely battered and felt no use in struggling. Her eyes even threatened to close a few times, which she finally allowed after spotting movement to her right.
She wasn't alone in here.
Once the darkness faded and and her eyes opened, Y'Gythgba started to gain back her movement. Finger and claws twitched as well as her toes. Her tail was extremely sore, maybe broken even. It hung between her legs, so the aliens must of found it useless to cuff.
Speaking of aliens...
She was able to turn her head slightly to the side, spotting four pairs of green eyes staring back at her. Such color caused an ache in her heart. She recalled the familiar green eyes of a certain terrapin mutant, and winced at the memory. Raphael. Chances are she wasn't going to see him again, maybe not for a long time. Maybe never. She knew what this place was and what was in store for her. She knew it the second the smell of rotting and decaying flesh hit her nostrils.
This was a torture chamber.
The screeching of the cell doors opening caught her attention. A handful of malicious looking creatures with long claws stepped forward. The intense look in their eyes and the sounds of their constant babbling informed her that they were set on seeing her blood spilled.
The first once to approach her had it's hand snapped at, and then an intense, agonizing pain was stripped across her face from the claws. Her head snapped back as her cheek hit the cold wall. Vision dizzy, she could make out the form of the second prisoner beside her.
At first glance, the four eyed captive seemed harmless, even cuddly with it's giant form and furry body. But the kindness in its eyes faded when a bead of red rolled down the salamanders cheek. As if frightened of the stuff, the hairy best started to thrash and go wild. The alien captors swarmed in to unchain and hold the beast down, dragging it from the cell. Before she was able to process what was happening, they were all gone and she was alone.
Stunned, and at a loss for words, Y'Gythgba felt herself tremble from the oncoming fury. No...no! This all wrong, all so wrong. She should of protected that creature, she should of helped. It didn't matter if her arms were chained over her head and she dangled against the wall. She was a warrior for bleeps sake! She should of done something, ANYTHING!
The absence and loss of her cell mate agitated her. Next time...next time she wouldn't be defeated so easily. She would stop those ruthless creatures one way or another, she swore it!
Fate had decided to be cruel that day, for it seemed taking one prisoner to the slaughter was done to make room for another. When the doors were pulled open once more, a body of dark green was dragged in, dressed in the shredded remains of white clothing. Y'Gythgba... Mona Lisa couldn't believe her own eyes, when the alien prison guards lifted and chained the red masked mutant.
It was Raphael.