AN: Go ninja, go ninja, go! This is my first TMNT fanfic. I enjoyed writing this very much and I hope you enjoying reading it as well. :)

Dirt flew in the air in little dust storms, as a few teenagers rode through the streets on hover boards. People walking on the sidewalks coughed as the dirt engulfed them. Curses could be heard being yelled at the children from almost everyone on the street. There was only one man, well mutant, on the street that kept quiet. An olive green turtle mutant stood in front of a poor excuse for a vending cart. It was more like a tiny shack than a cart. You could tell it had been made in about ten minutes with any material the owner could find. Rotting wood planks, cloth, and thin sheets of metal were the main structure points. The turtle didn't care though because he was paying more attention as to what was in the vending shack. The man was selling things of the electrical variety. There were wires, run down batteries, rusted metal pieces and more. The turtle, wearing a ragged cloak, stood there pondering for a second. He jumped slightly when he was smacked on the arm roughly. He turned to look at his assailant. A boy, no younger than seventeen, stood at the turtle's side with an annoyed look. "Hurry up you fucking turtle. I was told to give you a few minutes and then send you back. Don't make me have to make you." The boy pulled out a small circular object from his purple vest that was adorned with dragons. He looked around once and then clicked the only button on the machine. He smiled when the audible crackling of electricity made the turtle gulp. The boy put it back in his vest, hitting the turtle once again.

The olive turtle understood the message and pointed to the vendor, then to the items he wanted to purchase. The Purple Dragon groupie relayed the message to the vendor and then reluctantly paid the man. He shoved the purchased items into the turtles arms and then pushed him forward. "Get going, lizard lips!" The man yelled, making some people stare and snicker. The turtle snarled yet said nothing. The pair walked down the street without saying a word. Every now and then the boy would threaten someone as they passed by but that was about it. They reached the entrance to the old subway station that was off limits; chains and signs surrounding the entrance told you so. The boy looked around cautiously, looking out for guards, and then pushed the turtle almost sending him down the stair. The turtle grunted but regained his balance as he quickly walked down the steps. The Purple Dragon chuckled behind him as they walked through the deserted subway station. They jumped down onto the tracks and walked through the dark tunnels. The only light that shone through the darkness was a dim flashlight that the boy carried and a small blinking red light that was emitted from a thick collar the turtle wore. They turned and headed into a hole in the wall that would have been easily missed by someone who wasn't paying attention.

The twists and turns through the tunnels would have been too confusing for someone who didn't know where they were going. The olive turtle had been walking this path for years and it was engraved in his brain. He had never had any trouble remembering things and this was not an exception. As he walked through the cold tunnels, there was only one thing that rang through the turtle's mind. Donatello. My name is Donatello. He knew he had to hold on to that thought and never let it go. For if he were to forget, he would be giving in to the enemy. Even if no one gave him the kindness to call him by his real name, at least he would be able to remind himself that he did have one. A small smile appeared on his face as he kept walking, the boy following close behind. His thoughts were cut short though as they neared the end of their journey. Whoops and hollers could be heard from the end of the tunnel. Donatello could already feel his heart rate rising in anxiety as he turned the last corner. Teenagers and adults, most who wore purple, were running around everywhere. The damp room was filled with cigarette smoke, making Donnie cough lightly.

The boy who had led him to the surface pushed him into the room and then ran off to join some of his buddies. Donatello straightened up and then put on an emotionless mask. He took a step into the room and then strode confidently through the crowd. He would be pushed to the side every once in a while and someone even threw a cigarette butt in his face. Donatello just took a deep breath and then kept walking. He reached his destination, a pair of double doors at the end of the room, and swung one of them open. With his hands full, he ended up dropping most of his supplies. Propping the door open with his foot, he reached down and picked up his gear and then quickly darted into the room. Once again all eyes were on him. The crowd in this room was a lot smaller and more refined, well as refined as thugs can get. There were small groups of people huddled together throughout the room and most of them had their eyes on him. Donatello averted his eyes and made his way to the back of the room where a huge leather clad chair sat. In the chair sat an even bigger man. He had blonde hair and a distinct tattoo of a purple dragon running up his arm. The man took one look at Donnie and a wicked grin crossed his face. Donatello's heart sank as he saw the man get up. He had been hoping his master would be in a better mood today.

"Greet me, turtle." The man boomed, walking towards Donnie. The olive colored turtle gulped, gripping his machinery tight. Up close Donatello could see the scars on the mans face prominently. "Say my name, reptile. I know you're dying to." He grinned, his scars crinkling awkwardly together. All the small turtle could do was stare up at his master, pleading with his eyes to show mercy. The man laughed, a glint of malice in his own eyes showing that he had a different idea. He pulled his arm back and back-handed Donatello as hard as he could. The turtle flew a few feet, dropping all of his things and then falling onto the floor with them. He felt a crunch underneath him when he landed on some of his equipment. He winced in pain as he felt sharp metal stab into the soft flesh in between his carapace and plastron. Donatello frantically tried to get up before the cruel man noticed his look of pain. He knew he was too late though as the man towered over him. His huge foot lifted up and then came down on the turtles side, making the metal dig deeper into him. Donnie put in his hand into his mouth and bit hard to keep himself from crying out in agony. He could feel the steady trickling of blood coming from his side and his now injured hand. "My name is Hun you pathetic wretch and I will make you scream it one day." The man named Hun pushed down on the poor turtle with his foot once and then reached down, ripping the turtle's cloak off of him. "I can't wait for the day when I don't need you mutant. When that day comes, I'll hear your anguished cries." Hun then retreated to his seat with his head held high.

Donatello looked away from Hun so as not to see the wicked grin spread across his master's face. People in the room just laughed as he struggled to get up off of the floor. Some of his supplies, and the floor, were now sticky with trickles of blood. The sight of his blood made the turtle whimper pathetically, bringing satisfaction to Hun's ears. Donatello quickly grabbed his stuff and limped over to a doorway that was at the side of the room. Having no door, he just walked right into the room he called home. It was a small room having no luxuries whatsoever. On one side of the room there were machines and worktables for Donatello to do all of his techy stuff. On the other side of the room there were two buckets and a pair of chains hanging from the wall. In one bucket there was dirty sewer water and the other was empty so that the turtle could do his business. Most of the room was filled with the toys that Hun, his master, made him work on almost 24/7. Donnie sighed softly and limped over to one of his tables, setting down his purchased goods. He hesitantly looked down at his side and took a quick inhale of breath. A thin piece of sharp metal was jutting out from his side, blood trickling from it slowly. He looked up and grabbed a rag off of his table and then reached down to his wound. With lightening speed, he wrapped his hand around the protrusion and pulled it out. Once it was out, he placed the rag over his wound and applied pressure.

Donatello gritted his teeth and walked around the table to reach some bandages he had on another table. He couldn't wait for the day when Hun was put in his place and he could finally be free of the hell-hole he was currently living in. He tried not to get his hopes too high though. He knew his dreams would only be crushed once again when Hun decided he needed a punching bag. Donnie took a shaky breath and finished bandaging his wound as best as he could. He knew he had done a sloppy job but he didn't have a lot of first aid supplies to work with. Hun made sure that items like that were way out of reach for the turtle so that he couldn't patch himself up every time the big man put a whollop on him. The closest thing he had to a first aid anything was a roll of old, yellowed bandages and duct tape he had lying around for his machines. Donatello twisted sideways uncomfortably, trying his best to tape the bandages over his wound. He heard someone walk by his doorway, laughing at his sad attempts to cover his injury. He just gritted his teeth together and paid them no attention. After a few times of having to redo the tape on the bandage and reposition it, he finally got the bleeding wound covered. The yellow on the bandages was slowly turning red but there wasn't anything he could do about it.

Donatello turned around, thinking he could rest for a little bit, but stopped when a group of Purple Dragons walked into his room. They were each carrying armfuls of gadgets and weapons alike. They walked over to one of Donnie's tables and carelessly dropped them onto it. "You better get started, mutant. This might take you all night long." One of the members hissed, trying to sound intimidating. Donnie just rolled his eyes and walked over to the table. Lucky for him the man hadn't noticed and the group just left the room. He sighed looking at all of the broken machinery they had placed on his desk. He would never understand how someone could break a million electronics a day. He pulled out a distorted laser gun and set it to the side. Donnie then reached over, rolling his leather bag of tools to it's full length. He grabbed the necessary tools and got to work on the gun. This is what Donatello had been doing almost every single day since he could remember. The Purple Dragons made him work on anything they had that dealt with technology. He was somewhat of a genius so they had made sure to keep him safe and away from anyone on the outside who might try to take him. No one except the devious gang members knew of his existence and that's how they wanted to keep it. He was only allowed to go up to the surface once a month to get any supplies he might need to keep working on all of their weapons. Donatello didn't want to work for the criminals but he knew that if he didn't get even one of their guns repaired, they wouldn't hesitate to kill him. That's all that had been keeping the turtle from not doing his duties. That and someone would check on him every hour, threatening him with his life.

One of the turtle's biggest fears was dying. He would have thought after all the years of torture and servitude, he would have gladly welcomed death. Every threat sent his way sent shivers of pure terror down his spine though. All he knew was that he wanted to live in order to see the world change. He knew being confined in his personal hell would never allow him to do that. Donnie knew by staying where he was, he was only making the world out there worse. The Purple Dragons were one of the biggest gangs out on the streets and they would stop at nothing to get what they want. They would kill innocents on the streets with the guns Donatello provided just for fun. It killed Donnie inside to know that his passion was used for murder and thievery. He knew that even if he did stop and they killed him, they would only find someone to replace him.

The hours ticked by as the smart turtle tinkered with the electronics. He had been so focused on rewiring a transmitter, he hadn't even noticed that Hun had walked into his room. The big human walked up behind the olive colored turtle and yanked on his tail hard. Donatello jumped and spun around, his current project falling on the floor into a thousand pieces. He quickly averted his eyes from Hun and then dropped to the floor, picking up the pieces of the transmitter frantically. He could already feel tears prickling in his eyes as his hands grew shaky. Hun let out a soft chuckle, reaching down and grabbing Don by the back of his shell. He flung the turtle back, roaring in laughter as the distinct sound of his shell smacking against concrete rang throughout the room. Donatello winced in pain as his already bruised body smacked against itself. A small gurgle of pain passed his lips but that was all he allowed himself. Hun walked over to him and grabbed his arms, roughly pulling him on his feet. The man purposefully dug his thumbs into the turtle's bruised and sensitive skin. Donatello refrained from reaching up and trying to pry the brutes fingers away. "Poor, little turtle. Did I scare you and make you drop your toy?" Hun cooed in a teasing tone that was tinted with evil mischief. He leaned forward, bring his face to Donatello's neck. He took in a deep breath and then breathed. out. Don shivered as the man's hot breath ran down his neck. He instinctively turned his neck, to get as far away from the stinky man as he could. Hun narrowed his eyes in anger and pulled his arm back, punching the turtle on his side where his wound was poorly bandaged. Donatello inhaled sharply, bringing his hand to his mouth and biting down to keep from crying out. He couldn't help but rest his head on Hun's huge chest, trying to steady out his breathing.

Hun growled in anger and threw the turtle to the ground once again. Donatello slid on the floor and then shakily got up on his hand and knees, breathing heavily. "I'll make you cry out, wretch! At some point you'll have to give in!" Hun yelled, bringing the toe of his boot up to connect with Don's plastron. Don coughed as the air was knocked out of him and he fell to his side, gripping at his stomach. A single tear slipped from his eye and fell to the floor. This seemed to take Hun over the edge. He stood over the crumpled turtle and place his hands on the wall in front of him. He brought his foot back and kicked Donnie square in the chest. After that first kick, several followed. Hun was determined to give the turtle a brutal beating. In between his storm of kicks, Hun brought his foot to Don's face, making his neck snap to the side and his face hit the concrete. Donatello blinked rapidly, trying to clear stars from his vision. Hun was relentless and kicked the turtle anywhere he could reach with his foot. His arms and legs were starting to develop new bruises over the old ones. Just when Donnie was almost at the point of giving in, they were interrupted. "Master Hun." A small man stood at the doorway, calling to his leader. Hun kicked Donatello one last time for good measure, making the turtle cough blood onto the ground and turned to the boy.
"What is it? I'm busy." Hun said, a slight growl in his voice.
The boy gulped and pointed behind him. "We have a few new recruits that look very promising. I wanted to show them to you."

Hun had fire in his eyes. "They better be the best damn fighters I've ever seen for you to have to interrupt me like this." He hissed, turning back to Donatello. He grabbed him by the arm and drug him over to the chains that hung on the wall. "You can stay here for the rest of the night, my pet." Hun grinned wickedly and placed the manacles around Donnie's wrists, making sure they were extra tight. He reached down, making the turtle flinch, and then stroked the collar that he wore gingerly. Hun then smiled and left the room. Donnie turned his head to the side so that his hand could reach his face to wipe his tears away. His eyes felt a little droopy and he had to use a lot of willpower to try not to fall asleep. He knew that he could possibly have a concussion from the beating so he must not fall asleep. His head drooped down onto his chest and his eyes fluttered helplessly. Just when the confines of sleep were about to take him, a loud blast could be heard from outside of his room. He snapped his head up, instantly regretting the action. His head spun and his newfound headache threatened to split his skull. He now felt more awake as he looked to his doorway. Don couldn't see anything though except smoke. He narrowed his eyes and listened. He could hear yells and the sound of metal striking metal. The sound of gunshots made his muscles tense up as he struggled against his chains. The smoke slowly entered his room, making everything look hazy. He tried his best to see through it but it was no use. He could hear the yelling and running in the other room start to diminish.

"Yo dude, we like totally cleaned the floor with these guys!" Donatello heard an unfamiliar voice yell in glee.
"It's not over yet. Check all the rooms. There could be more of them hiding." A second voice was added to the first one. Donnie felt his heart drop to his stomach. If they went searching the rooms they'd most definitely find him.
"That bastard got away! We have ta go after 'im!" A deeper, more anger filled voice said to the others.
"It's too late. We wouldn't be able to catch up to him in time so we might as well make sure there aren't any left here. They might have some supplies we could use as well." The first voice instructed the third. The smoke was finally leaving the room and Don strained his neck, trying to look out the doorway. When he had no luck, he let his head rest against the cool concrete. He could feel his heart rate rising in panic at the unknown voices.
"Fine. You get that room, Fearless Leader." The third voice mumbled in defeat. Donnie's muscles visibly tensed as footsteps could be heard going through the room.
"Nothing in here, dudes!" The first voice yelled from another side of the hideout.
"Keep checking, knucklehead!" The third voice yelled back.
Donatello took in a deep breath when one of the assailants suddenly walked into his room. It was another terrapin like himself and he wasn't sure if he should be terrified or ecstatic. The bigger turtle wore some light armor covering his arms, legs and plastron. He had a thin piece of blue material covering his eyes as a mask.

The light blue eyed turtle scanned the room. He spun a twin pair of katanas in his hands as he took a few steps into the room. His eyes swept over the room once again and then landed on Donatello. His eyes instantly widened and he rushed over to the chained turtle. He slipped his katanas into their sheaths on the back of his shell and turned his head towards the door. "Guys! Get in here!" The blue masked turtle called out.
Two more terrapins ran into the room, weapons at the ready. They both wore similar armor to the blue masked one. One of them wore a red mask and carried a twin pair of sais. The other had an orange mask and carried a pair of nunchaku. "Whoa! Another turtle!" The orange terrapin called out in joy, running over to the blue clad one.
Donatello couldn't help but stare at the three turtles in shock with his mouth slightly open in awe. "Leo, it looks like he's hurt pretty bad." The red mask wearing turtle said, walking over to join the other two.
The one referred to as Leo bent down, looking at Donatello. "Do you know where the keys to those are?" He asked kindly, motioning to the manacles. Don gently shook his head but then eyed the hilts of the bigger turtles katanas. Leo got the message and pulled out one of his swords. Without making a single noise, Leo brought the sharp blade to the chains. Donnie's arms fell to his sides one by one, making him wince slightly. "My name's Leonardo." The blue turtle said suddenly.
The smaller orange clad turtle jumped up and down with a big grin on his face. "My name's Michelangelo! You can call me Mikey though." He said happily.

Donatello turned to look at the other turtle, only to see a hand in his face. He hesitantly accepted it and was pulled onto his feet by the red turtle. "Name's Raphael." The big turtle said gruffly. The three terrapin looked at the beaten, bruised and practically naked one. Donatello slightly jumped, backing up. His shell hit the wall and he grabbed at the tight fitting collar that was around his neck. He started shaking his head frantically. The other three got confused looks on their faces, wondering if the turtle had cracked. Donnie stopped shaking his head and he perked up, an idea coming to mind. He limped over to one of his tables and started rummaging through the junk. "They have some serious arsenal." Raphael said as he picked up one of the repaired guns. Leonardo's brow furrowed as he looked at the small supply of high artillery weapons. Donatello finally found what he was looking for and he stumbled over to the other turtles. He held a small cup of gunpowder in one hand and a dirty cloth in the other. He laid both of the objects down and took a raspy breath. His body ached all over and each breath he took, sent pain shooting through his body.
Mikey was making small circles with his finger towards his head.
"I think we got a loco turtles, guys." He whispered to the other two. Donnie couldn't help but smile as he shook his head. He dipped a finger in the gunpowder and then spread it across the rag.

"Donatello? S'that you're name?" Raphael asked, looking at the word scrawled on the rag. Donnie clenched his fists together at hearing someone say his name. He felt a sob rising in his chest but quickly swallowed it down. He nodded his head, clutching at his stomach.
"Wait, so you can't talk?" Mikey asked sadly.
Donatello shook his head and then pointed at the collar on his neck. Leonardo leaned in a little closer to get a good look at the device. It was thick and made of a hard material. It had a little black box attached to the very back of his neck. One little flashing red light was the only thing that gave away that it was electronic. "Hm. We have to take him with us." Leo said, leaning back up.
Raphael looked at Leo, a scowl already forming across his face. "Are ya sure about this, Leo? What if it's a trap? He could just be waiting for us ta take 'im home and then he'll slit our fucking throats!" Donatello gulped and then quickly put his hand on the big turtle's arm. He looked up at him with pleading eyes that begged for him to not leave him there. Raphael looked down at the olive colored turtle, his cheeks reddening slightly.
"Come on, Raph. He is a terrapin mutant. There aren't that many of us out there and you said so yourself that he is hurt. If we don't get him help, he could die here." Leonardo argued, watching Donatello.
Mikey ran around Raph and then linked his arm with Donatello's. "No buts Raph. He like totally needs our help so we have to take him." Mikey smiled one of the biggest smiles Donatello had ever seen. Donnie couldn't help but grin a little as he took his hand away from Raphael.

Raphael grunted and turned away, heading towards the doorway. "Whatever. Not like a twerp like him could take us out anyways." He grumbled, leaving the room. Donnie felt like doing somersaults around the room in joy but was reminded that he was injured when Leonardo came to his side. Leo grabbed his arm gently and slung it around his shoulders.
"Come on, we'll help you get out of here." Leo smiled encouragingly. Donnie wanted to pull away and say that he could walk on his own. He knew that with the shape he was in, he wouldn't be able to do that so he just let the two turtles lead him out of the room. Raphael was already long gone but Donnie wasn't paying attention to the red turtle. All he could look at were the bodies that littered the floor. Purple Dragons were all over the floor like place mats. Leonardo noticed the nervous look that Donatello sent his way. "They're not all dead. We just knocked them out. We had come here for the big guy but we'll tell you everything we can once we get home." He told Donatello as he helped him over one of the bodies. They made their way out of the gangs' hideout and to the entrance of the complex tunnels. They found Raph standing there with an annoyed look on his face. "This place is a damn maze!" He grumbled, his hands place firmly on his hips.

Donnie pulled away from Leo and Mikey and took a step forward. Leo put a hand on his elbow, holding on gently in case he were to fall. Donnie pointed at himself and then pointed towards the dark tunnels. He repeated that motion until they understood what he meant. "Can you walk?" Leo asked, hesitantly letting go of his elbow. Donatello nodded and took a shaky step forward. He wasn't sure how far he'd be able to walk but he knew he could at least get a little ways. He walked forward and stood ahead of the other terrapins, pointing at the tunnel that went left. Don went to head down the tunnel but gasped as he was suddenly lifted off of his feet.
Raphael had swept him out from under his legs and was carrying him bridal style. "Lead the way." Raph said, looking straight ahead and not making eye contact with the olive colored turtle. Donatello nodded and pointed down the tunnel again as his cheeks turned a light red. Behind them the other two turtles exchanged glances as small smiles played across their lips. Raph carried their new injured friend through the dark tunnels as he would point him in the right direction. Mikey was skipping behind them, humming a little tune while Leonardo was lost in thought.

Before long they were climbing out of the subway entrance, making sure there were no guards around. Donnie looked up at the night sky in wonder and then looked at the street, which was completely deserted. The cool night air felt good on his skin as Raph walked swiftly down the sidewalk. They darted in between some buildings and onto another street. Donatello kept his eyes wide open, taking in every detail of his new surroundings. He had never been so far away from the Purple Dragon's hideout. They finally stopped after running down a few blocks sneakily. Raph motioned with his head to Leo for him to go in the middle of the street. The forest green turtle nodded and shuffled into the street. He reached down and picked up a manhole cover, pushing it to the side gently. Mikey ran over and jumped right into the manhole whispering, "Cowabunga!" as he went. Raphael made his way over to Leonardo. Donatello buried his face in Raph's plastron and held on to him tight as he jumped down the manhole as well. Don felt Raph's plastron vibrate as he chuckled softly. He looked up to see Raphael grinning at him. Leo jumped down behind them, taking Raphael's attention off of Donatello. Donnie took his chance and wiggled out of the big turtles arms.

Raph took a step forward to protest but stopped when Leo put his hand on his shoulder. They both looked forward at the smaller turtle who was hobbling after Mikey down the sewer tunnel. They both shook their heads and followed after the two small turtles. Leonardo walked in front of them and led the way through the sewer tunnels. The rest of them followed patiently, not saying anything. After several minutes of walking, Leo finally changed their course and turned into a smaller tunnel. At the end of this tunnel there was a huge area that was obviously lived in. There was a run down couch in the middle of the room with old comic books piled around it. Everything about this place made Donnie's heart flutter warmly. This sewer home looked so cozy to Donnie and the only words he could think of were home. He took a step inside and looked around, taking in these strange turtles home. Leo grabbed Donatello's elbow and pulled him away from the living room. "This way." He told him. They all headed into another room, which reminded Donatello a litte of his room with the Purple Dragons. There were two metal tables sitting in the room and a couple of shelves on the walls. It didn't look like this room was used too much. Leo let go of Donnie and walked over to one of the shelves. He pulled a box off of it and set it down on one of the tables. He opened it and then pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil, sliding it towards Don.

"I'm guessing that thing on you're neck is keeping you from talking. You can use this to communicate with us." Leo said with a sympathetic smile. Donatello grabbed the pencil and started writing on the paper.
I can help you through the process of taking it off. I would have done it myself but I can't really see behind my head.
The three turtles read the words and looked at him skeptically. "Dude, none of us are good with electric stuff. Raph can barely work the microwave!" Mikey teased, dodging a punch from Raphael.
You don't have to be good with technology. I can describe the whole process so even the least tech savvy person could do it. Please at least try. Donatello accompanied his written words with a sad, pained look on his face.
Leonardo nodded, "Well if anyone should do it, it should be me. Write down what I have to do and I'll try my best." Donatello smiled, not being able to contain his joy. He instantly went to work writing the instructions on the paper.
"Why can't I do it, bro?" Mikey asked, grabbing onto Leo's arm.
"Because Mikey, you're too high strung. You'd accidentally pull the wrong wire or something." Leo answered truthfully with a grin.
Mikey just shrugged and placed a small kiss on Leo's cheek. "You know me so well." He joked, pulling away from Leo.

Donatello turned around and handed the paper to Leonardo. The olive colored turtle was bouncing on his heels in anticipation. "Raph, will you please read this to me while I do this?" Leo asked, handing the paper over to the other turtle. Donatello turned around so his shell was facing Leo and then bendt his neck down so he won't have any trouble accessing the collar. Raph started to read the instructions and Leo followed them to the letter. He would go grab something he'd need and then continue with getting the device off of the other terrapin. Leonardo opened the little box and messed around in it until an audible hissing sound was released from the device. It visibly loosened on Donnie's neck and just hung there. Donatello reached up with nervous hands and unlatched the front. He then put his hands behind his head and tugged back on the collar. It made an odd squishy sound as it popped off the back of his neck, pulling out what looked like a screw along with it. Donnie held the device in his hands and just stared at it for the longest time as blood trailed down his neck. He made the other turtles jump when he suddenly chunked it across the room, smashing it against a wall. His shoulders heaved up and down along with his plastron as he breathed heavily.

Donatello reached a hand up and touched his raw and scarred throat. The others stared at him as he coughed slightly. He opened his mouth, wanting to try and speak but was too afraid. Finally a scraggly, gurgling sound escaped his throat. "D-Donatello..." Don's voice cracked as he spoke, his voice barely louder than a whisper. He coughed violently and placed a hand on the table to steady himself. "My name...is Donatello."