Title: What is Fear?
Rating:T
Summery: A simple question : What is fear, and the many answers that follow.
Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT if I did I wouldn't be working two jobs and living on ramen noodles.
Comments: Read and Review if I wanted flames I'd start a fire.

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"What is your worst fear, my 'brave' freaks? "

The cold voice echoed in the emptiness around them. How had they gotten here? How did 19 years of training go out the window? They had been fighting, as usual. Not the foot though, the foot they understood. The foot was curel, corrupt and dangerous but at least they understood them. No, this time they were fighting Bishops people or at least they looked like Bishops people.

Short hair, dark glasses and a suit, Mikey had asked how the MIB let them have the day off. It won a few laughs - at first. The fight hadn't seemed anything un expected, they were winning. Each Turtle used their weapons with skill un matched.

Donny had kept his opponents back with his Bo Staff, as he welded it as practiced as any computer software. He used his keen mind to see every move before they made it. He would take a step back to sweep the feet out from one before spinning to nearly take the head off another's shoulders.

Raph was using his usual amount of 'grace' as he used his sai both blade and hilt with out stopping, leaving the MIB impersonators bloodied or worse. Even in his rashness Raph had his head in the game and a well thrown sai kept Mikey from getting a hair cut with a laser rifle.

Leo was totally in control, not that anyone was very surprised with that. Each movement was made with the fluidity that makes a dolphin look cumbersome. The double Katana moved as if they were extensions of his very soul - he never missed.

Mikey was landing as many verbal blows as he was physical. The constant insults, jokes and comments were making their opponents make increasingly stupid mistakes. They were winning. Of all the people Mikey noticed it first. A slight odor almost unnoticed amid all the fighting. It smelled sweet like a cigar as it moved into the air to join the sounds of pain of smell of blood.

Then the lights went out.

When they came to the first thing they noticed was the dull pain through their bodies. It made moving slow and defense nearly impossible. Only, there was nothing to defend against. They first set about finding each other. No one was hurt very badly but all were experiencing that same dull ache. After a few moments of assurances and frustration they began to access their situation.

They were unarmed, in a small room, a very small room. If they stood back to back and extended one arm their hands pressed flush against the wall. There was barely room to sit, let alone lie down. A soft hum that Donny dubbed a white noise generator all but made their fine tuned hearing, useless. The darkness was over whelming and their eyes did not adjust to it.

They sat in silence for several hours, listening to each other breathe. Trying to not comment when they noticed each other's breathing rate increase as frustration and nervousness began to take its toll on their bruised frames, and frightened minds.

"What is your worst fear, my 'brave' freaks?"

All four had jumped and moved from a sitting position to a standing one in less time than it took to blink. They said nothing as they felt each other instinctively reach for the weapons that had long sense been removed from them. The laughter from everywhere, and no where assured them that who ever held them captive saw them move and found it funny.

"Who the Hell are you?"

Raph shouted into the darkness, a quiet hand on his wrist from Leo silenced him, for once.

"Why are we being held here?" Leo asked, his voice sounding strong but his brothers they did not miss the smallest tremble in his tones.

"You didn't answer my question my dear little freaks", the faceless voice, cold and sarcastic spat back at them. "What is your worst fear?"

A steeled silence was the only reply they offered. Though Raph felt the slightest pressure to his right as Mikey leaned into him by the smallest degree.

"Aw? Cat got your tongue?" They cold voice echoed again. "Than lets see if you can show me."

Leo took a deep breath but said nothing, the hand still on Raph's wrist, tightened. Donny spoke softly.

"Why should we answer you, if you won't answer us?" The softness in his tone was not caused by fear it seemed almost relaxed, proof that Donny could act when the role called for it.

"Does that mean you wish to volunteer, Donatello?" A snide response came from the darkness.

They all visibly jumped, and Mikey voiced why. "How do you know his name?"

"I know all your names, Michelangelo, and so much more. How's the arm, Raphael, the one you broke when you fell from a sewer run off."

Raphael moved to step forward, though he was met by the same wall that had always been there.

"How did you know about that?!" Raph snarled into silence, he hadn't been more than 7 years old when he broke his arm. Leo's hand moved from his wrist to his upper arm and jerked him back into his place, so they stood again, back to back each facing a different direction.

The faceless voice spilt into laughter at the reaction.

"Don't you know you silly boy ... you told me."

"I aint told you nothin' pal!" Raph spat into the darkness.

The hum got louder and they each felt Raph lurch forward, out from the group, and scream. Raph lay on the ground in a heap, half against the wall, before any could turn to catch him. His body twitching from the after effect of the jolt of energy sent coursing through his body. His breathing was haggard and eyes closed.

"Raph!" Mikey shouted as he felt his older brother lurch forward and heard him scream. Leo had turned to catch him but had not been fast enough. So he settled for pulling Raph from the wall he now leaned face first on and pulled him back to himself. Leo knelt holding Raph trying to, by will of mind, ease the shutters that still wracked his brother's body.

"Tisk Tisk, " Came the voice and the three conscious turtles glared into darkness. "It was a simple question but since your answer has not been forth coming it would seem other options will need to be taken."

"You want a volunteer you got one!" Snapped Donny, with a dangerous tone that was rarely, if ever heard.

"Very well" Started the voice but he was cut off.

"Like hell. I don't like little boys who can't show their face in a fair fight. You want a volunteer it's me you want, coward!"

"So be it." Echoed the voice in the darkness.

"No, Michelangelo!" Leo Shouted but it was too late as he and Donny both reached for their youngest brother only their hands collided.

Mikey was gone.

"Damnit!" Donny spat hitting the wall that was as it had been, to damn close. Raph made a gurgling sound as another spasm wrecked his body. It was as if even unconscious he knew their four had just dropped a number. The noise was enough to bring back the other two back to him. Leo shifted his weight so Raph leaned more directly against while Leo leaned against the wall giving Raph room to stretch out his legs as best as he could. Donny knelt by him and checked his pulse.

"He'll be ok."
Donny offered quietly. Leo didn't need to be able to see his brothers face to hear the concern in his voice. The same concern he felt in his heart as he tightened the arm over Raph's chest and reached for Donny's arm. It was a simple touch, no more strong than a mouse, but the strength it offered to the brothers was immense. The ability to know their strength, in having each other was not completely gone.

That hint of calmness vanished as from no where an image appeared before them. From the darkness to a humming gray screen caused their eyes to water at the sudden change in light. The screen blinked then came to life. A MIB look alike smiled at them behind his dark glasses, as he moved from the camera their hearts stopped. There, strapped, to a gurney was Mikey, bruised and bleeding. There was a steady rise and fall to his breathing and he appeared unconscious.

The man approached the unconscious turtle a needle and the brothers watched in horror as the needle pierced his skin, the plunger was pushed and a vile red fluid was pushed into their brothers veins.

Than silences, pure utter silence as both brothers held their breath. Donny noticed it first, the man who had administered the fluid held up three fingers…than two...as the final finger lowered Mikey surged against his restraints and let out a blood curdling scream.

Than the monitor went to black.

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Arent' I awful? and to think this started as a one shot. Comments?