Flashback:

Mikey cried out as the Shredder clamped a bear trap down on his right wrist effectively breaking both skin and bone. Mikey cried out in pain; the scream muffled by his dry throat.

"Tell me where family is hiding!" Shredder demanded.

In response Mikey gathered the copper taste within his throat and spat blood into the Shredder's face, "You'll have to kill me."

A manic laugh broke through Shredder's mouth, "Oh Michelangelo, but I can cause you so much more pain when you're alive". He plunged his blade through Mikey's bicep. This time Mikey bit his lip in protest of his own screams.

"You think you're being brave?! You are foolish!" Shredder yelled as he continued stabbing through Mikey's arm. "You will break!"

Mikey lifted his teeth off of his lip, "Not before you" he said with a smirk.

Angered by him comment, Shredder lifted his armor clad first above his head and brought it down to Mikey's skull with a sickening thump.

"Get away from my son!" A familiar voice commanded.

The sound of a battle filled the air around him, "Guys?" he whispered before losing consciousness.

Leo's POV:

Raph and I waited anxiously in the common area. Master Splinter and Donnie had been in the lab with Mikey for over two hours and so far all we have heard was agonizing screams coming from within. Agonizing screams emanating from our littlest brother. Once the screaming had stopped echoing off the walls of the liar, I feared the worse.

Raph looked to me with a panic stricken expression glued to his face. We jumped up in unison, ready to run to the lab or possibly to say our goodbyes to Mikey. Before our legs could even begin to move, the doors to the lab slowly opened. Out stepped Donnie looking solemn as he silently closed the door and took a seat in front of us.

We sat like that for a few minutes before Don broke the silence, "He's going to need a transfusion within the next few hours, He should wake up by then."

I breathed a sigh of relief, "He's alive."

"Barely." Don replied. "He lost a lot of blood. Master Splinter is cleaning it up now, but it looks like a murder scene in there." Donnie paused looking as if he wanted to say something but didn't know how.

"What is it Don? What's the matter?" Raph asked, he must of caught on to Donnie's mood too.

Somehow Don looked twenty years older as he rubbed his face, "Mikey lost more than just blood. It's going to be different now, especially for him…"

"Don what are you saying?" I asked.

"It was just so mangled, the nerves were so damaged I couldn't do anything else. I tried, I really tried…" After the words fell from his lips I leap off the couch and charged into the lab. If Don was saying what I think he was saying, this would be proof.

Sure enough as soon as those doors swung open I was greeted with a sight I never thought I'd see. On the cot lay my freckled little brother, as still as a corpse as pale as one too. Donnie was not joking about the blood, it was everywhere. The floor, cot and tables were coated in it. Yet most prominent was the blood that was visible through the gauzes that covered Mikey's right arm. Or what was left of it.

Halfway between his shoulder and his elbow. That is where the length of his arm ended. Over my shoulder I felt Raph breath out a small curse that I couldn't be bothered to reprimand. This is going to changed everything.