I've read a lot of fanfics about the brothers in this type of scenario, and I thought I'd like to try my hand at it.

So… here it is?

Silence.

Dead silence.

Nobody moved. Nobody breathed.

Footsteps.

He was coming. His metal boots clanging against the concrete floor, shattering the stillness of the air.

Leonardo stood and listened, his eyes narrow. "He's back." The words jostled his 2 brothers from their thoughts, forcing them to stand in anticipation.

In fear.

The door opened as the footsteps entered the room, echoing through the hall.

The brothers held their breath.

He moved with such confidence- an air of dominance radiating from his every strut.

Leo glared, eyes locked on his enemy. "Where is he?" His voice a low growl.

Eyes turned to him, dancing with arrogance. "Anxious to see you all, I'm sure." With a nod of his head, the cell beside Leo was opened. "Bring him in."

Foot soldiers came into view, dragging a body behind them.

Watching in satisfaction, a small smile crept behind his metal mask as all eyes left him to stare at the body. All except Leonardo's.

The eldest glowered, eyes fiery with contempt. And anger.

"Leadership is influence. Look where yours has led them." Turning to leave, he couldn't help a small, wicked chuckle at the 3 ninjas, all staring at him with tempered defiance.

The door slam rang in the brothers' ears as they tried not to allow their emotions to get the better of them. Anger, exhaustion, pain.

Fear.

"Leo, is he—"

"I don't know." He listened a moment. "I-… I can't hear him breathing…"

"No…"

Mikey couldn't take it. He grabbed the bars in front of him, staring at his brother as he called his name, desperate to hear a response. "Raph? RAPH!"

Silence.

Dead silence.

As the title says… it's just a preview.

I'll update once a week, but I can't promise the chapters will be much longer than this. Or the story, for that matter. Most of my fanfics end up like the American presidential race: starting off as a way to showcase exciting ideas, but end up taking way too long to end, and almost always with disappointing results.

We'll see how this goes…

-TRAaP