I'm so incredibly productive today I thought it would be nice to start a new story I had in mind. My friend dared me to write a story completely evolving around vengeance so here's what I came up with. There will be a bad guy not mentioned in the actual series but he'll just be a foot ninja who has some issues. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. I just named the bad guy and came up with his story but that's it.

Chapter 1: Defenseless

"Mikey, Run!" I shout. The knucklehead doesn't listen and keeps fighting, keeping me safe in the process. Those Foot shot me with a dart and I can't friggin' move right now. Don and Leo are somewhere else. We kinda lost them in the fight. Mike's now the only one standing in between me and a sea of Foot but the dumbass ain't smart enough to just leave. Not that I wouldn't have done the same.

Eventually Mikey's hit with a dart too. I growl when the ninja step closer towards my baby brother but they only laugh. I get even more furious but because I can't move, there ain't much I can do for me or Mikey now.

When they finally stand in front of both of us, two of them grab me by my arms and hold me up. I try to fight but my muscles just won't respond. They don't grab Mike however. Instead, they pounce on him, makin' me watch it. I growl again, I curse and I shout but they only beat harder on him when I do.

They quit after god knows how long. I'm sure Mike's out and I'm actually glad for that. He must've hurt. He must've felt helpless when he couldn't move while being kicked and punched within an inch of his life! At least he's know asleep.

They grab him by his arms and drag him away. I start cursing again, telling them to keep their dirty hands off of ma brother! But before I can say anything more, something hard slams on the top of my head and all I can see is darkness.

I groan lowly. Worst nightmare ever, I think. I try and feel for a blanket because it's much colder than I thought it was before I went to sleep. When I let my hands reach around me, however, all I can come up with his a cold stone floor. Damn it! No dream.

I force my eyes open and see nothing but rock. I turn around and wince at the headache it causes. On the other side I can see bars which separate the room I'm in from some sort of hallway made out of stone. The other two walls in the crappy cell are made out of rough rock too. A light bulb dangles on the celling of the hallway but the light it gives off is only feint. I'll have to wait for my eyes to get used to the darkness I guess.

It doesn't take that long for them to do so and when I manage to sit up, the first thing I spot is another shell. I crawl over and see it's Mikey. He's lying face down which can't be that comfortable. I turn him around and flinch. His face is swollen and covered in black and blue bruises. His lip is split too. His arms and legs look a little better but still should be sore. His plastron took the brunt of most of the kicks aimed for his stomach though. I don't think that will be bothering him. I try to place Mike somewhat more comfortable but the movements wake him up.

"Hey buddy," I whisper when his eyes open. He smiles slightly at me and sits up. He gasps however and holds his head with both of his hands. I can only imagine the head rush he must be having right now. He didn't only get knocked out but he also got beaten up.

I tug his arm and move him a little bit backward so we're both sitting against the back of our cell. I try to shelter his face from the small light in the hallway so it won't make his headache worse.

"You doin' okay, Mike?" I ask him, although I know he can't really feel at his best right now.

"Yeah it's passing," my little brother mutters but he keeps wincing every now and then. He smiles at me though. "You remember what whacko we got caught by this time?" He asks me.

"'s the Foot," I tell him. "Can't you remember? They beat the snot outta ya." For a small moment I feel worried. What if he's got a concussion or somethin'? According to Donnie you could fall into a coma if you have that. And this isn't the time to be dealing with comas, right now. We need to get out.

"Oh, yeah. I remember," Mike mutters to my relief. "Wow, that's why my face hurts so much then."

Even in the dim light I can see where Mikey's face is blue instead of green and I guess he can just count his lucky stars that he can still see with both of his eyes. It still worries me though. Why did they only beat him up? Why not me?

Suddenly I feel a body resting against mine. "It's cold in here, Raph."

I lean closer to Mikey and wrap an arm around his slightly shaking shoulders. "I know kid. Let's just try to sleep some more because I think it's still night. Feels like it though. After sleeping, we can do a jailbreak and get back home where it's warm."

Mikey chuckles slightly and settles against my side, head on my shoulder. "Sure thing. Hope Leo and Donnie will help us out a little though."

I nod and lay my head on top of his. Leo and Donnie. They better be okay or I'll kill them personally. But still, I kinda hope they're here with us. Bein' alone and captured, it's hell. For me it has always been the more, the better because escaping plans are easier with more. Also, the ones not captured wouldn't have a single clue where the captured ones where. That always went wrong.

I slip into a slightly more comfortable position and notice Mike's already back asleep again. I'm not going to sleep however. I need to watch over him. At least until we're out of here.

So here it starts. A nice old kidnap fic with some brotherly fluff (cuss who doesn't love that?) and some brutal torture (cuss that will lead to more brotherly fluff, eventually). I'll introduce you to my bad guy in the next chapter, after you told me if you hated this or loved this or want to kill me for this. So I'll just wait for that. And yeah Athese, you inspired me some :p See ya