AN: I know it's been quite awhile, but I've found my way back into writing again. Still have a lot going on with college and work, but both have become less demanding, so what do you do with more time on your hands, but to write? :) The goal is to update every Friday, though it might be every other Friday since every week is different for me. I'll be trying to finish Dark Angel as well, hoping to update that next week. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one.

Disclaimer: Sadly, the ninja turtles are not mine, just the twisted plot.

Chapter One

A flash sings through the dark.

The light was blinding, even through his closed eye lids. Fading slowing until it finally allowed him to part his clenched eyes open ever so slightly. Metal walls encompassing a small metal room around him was the only thing to be seen. The gleaming silver of the walls dripped with a dark grime that seemed to reach out for him with long spindy fingers tips.

The left over light faded to pitch darkness, leaving him in the quiet. So very quiet. Silent enough to allow the shuddering of breath to reach his ears, quickening his pulse until he realized it was his own breathing and his alone.

Lurching threw his hunched form forward, skidding on his plastron to the middle of the room. A sickening movement that had bile rushing up the back of his throat, making his stomach swirl with uneasiness.

The floor beneath him was moving.

No… the room was moving.

Is that possible?

A flash of blinding light once more burns through his eyes, forcing him to slam them shut again as he slowly pushed himself up to a sitting position, fighting to keep the dizziness at bay, pushing himself back against the wall for support.

A low rumbling is heard, filling his ears as he blinks away the blinding light. A shake of the head returns the dizziness with full force, his stomach ready to finally dispel whatever it was he last ate despite his fight against it. He could only turn his head in time before the sickening bile was retched onto the floor. Groaning afterward, he pushed out a shuddering breath, clenching his eyes tightly for the moment, listening to his surroundings in attempt to distract his attention from the vile left over taste in his mouth. The more he listened, the louder the sound around him became, the rumbling of an engine somewhere behind him. The flashes continued intermittingly, a pattern never broken of light and darkness. The only thing he could think of was a van driving through the streets of the city.

Opening his eyes once more, he flexed his fingers as the feeling returned to them, however slightly, as they scraped the wall behind him. Turning his wrists, his skin rubbed painfully against the rope tightly secured against him. "Figures… Drugged and tied," he whispered under his breath as more awareness came to him. What had he gotten himself into this time? His gaze slowly swept the room, taking in what he could during each flash of light as he became accustomed to it. The back of the van was empty, not even carpet graced the floor of the vehicle. The back doors held two large black tinted windows that just barely allowed the light from the passing street lights.

Another steadying breath escaped him as he tried to recall just how he had gotten here, no memory immediately forthcoming. "Ok Leo, focus. How did you get here?" he muttered to himself, pushing back the nausea that filled his gut once more. The only reassurance he had of his situation was that he was alone. Whoever had him didn't have his family too. Or so he thought. There was also the possibility that all of them were captured, each driven in a different van. The thought made his heart skip a beat. Straining his ears, he listened for other vehicles, sure that he would hear more.

Hearing no other, he let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He must be alone, his brothers free and alive. He could only hope so. He would not wish this on them in the slightest. He was glad it was him and not them, but even he would not wish this on himself. Would they start looking for him soon? Did they even know he was missing? How long had he even been in this situation?

Pushing away the questions he couldn't answer, Leonardo focused on getting his feet underneath him as he managed to stand on wobbly legs. A small groan escaping him as dizziness swarmed through him. He grit his teeth as the feeling passed, the only swaying coming from the movement of the van now. Slowly crossing the expanse to the back doors, he tried to peer through the thick black glass, cautious of letting anyone outside see his form. He need not have worried as he saw nothing but endless road behind them, the city disappearing into the horizon as the last flash of light blinked through the darkened van.

"Where are they taking me?" Leo murmured to himself. "And who are they?"

He forced himself to think, to remember why he was here. He could remember flashes of a fight, bits and pieces slowly coming together to show a whole.

"The Foot," Leo growled out under his breath as the memory resurfaced, albeit slowly, but surely.

"Yo Leo, when yer done day dreaming over there, come have a look at this," Raph murmured in amusement, his knuckles cracking softly in the night. "Punks just don't know when to quit."

Leo shook his head from his inward thoughts, turning away from the sight of the moon and stars above them. There would be another time to reflect on the stars above them. The night around them had been still thus far on their trek through the city, a blessing he didn't take for granted. For once it was just him and Raph, getting along and working together like he dreamed they would. It almost felt like it really was a dream. He considered pinching himself, but pushed the ludicrous thought aside. This was no dream, just a good night out with his brother. He couldn't deny both of them needed it.

He pulled his foot down from its perch on the side of the rooftop and strode to the other side of it where Raphael crouched, looking down at the alley blow. Dropping down into a crouch beside him, he glanced down into the alley. Upon first glance, it was as he first expected, a dark and grim hallway between skyscrapers. Much darker than the usual hallway found inside a building, though nothing appeared out of the ordinary. Sweeping his gaze through the dank alleyway once more, he spotted what he knew had his brother's attention. A small group of Purple dragons standing beside the side entrance of a jewelry store, a few of them entering the building.

"We can take 'em," Raph whispered confidently.

"I don't know Raph," Leo admitted softly. "There's most likely more inside. We could easily become outnumbered and have the odds turned against us."

Raph snorted. "Turtle luck true to form." He glanced over at his blue banded brother. "Never stopped us before." A small smirk graced his face as he nudged his brother in the shoulder. "I'll even let ya lead us in."

Leo shook his head in wry amusement, his mind mulling over the best tactic to take care of this quickly and efficiently. "Alright. We stick together and go in together. We still don't know how many of them are inside."

"Wouldn't dream of it bro."

"That's what I'm afraid of…"

Raphael stood, slipping his sai from his belt and twirling them through his fingers. "Well then, after you."

With a curt nod, Leonardo stood and leapt over the side of the building, feet landing silently on the fire escape secured to the building's wall. Flipping back over the rail, he gracefully made his way down to street level, floor by floor, landing in a crouch on the pavement, katana in each hand stretched out horizontally as a counter balance. A near silent thump beside him assured him that his brother had made his way down quietly for once.

Glancing up, Leo watched the half a dozen dragons still outside the shop, moving in a small circular pattern as if to protect those inside the building. He spotted many errors with the way they held their pipes, chains, and even a lone gun. He had no doubt that this would be an easy battle. The presence of the gun, an ancient styled rifle, still gave him cause for alarm. He pointed out the deadly weapon to his brother, gesturing him to be careful, and getting a shrug of confident indifference in response. Pushing back the huff of annoyance of a threat not fully realized by his brother, Leonardo stood up straight to his full height, slipping through the shadows of the alleyway until he was right next to the gun wielder.

"It's not wise to break into a building with a gun not knowing how to use it," Leo spoke softly, but with enough warning to spook the young Purple Dragon.

The Dragon in question jerked towards the sound of his voice, bringing the rifle up to bear, unwittingly right up into Leo's face. "Who's there?"

"Not wise to fling that thing around either," the gravely voice of his brother sounded behind the gunner. "Ya could get hurt." The last word was punctuated with a swiping kick to the man's knees, a shot going off as the Dragon fell to the ground.

Leo ducked to the ground, saved only by his reflexes honed through years of training and awkward angle of the Dragon's aim. "Watch it Raph!"

"Sorry bro."

Rolling out of the aim of the shooter, Leo brought himself up into the face of another Dragon, who's pipe was swinging for his face. He brought his right katana upward, slicing the metal through like butter, his left leg knocking the punk to the ground with a pained yelp.

"You're going down freak!" a third dragon roared, his chain swirling madly in the darkness of the night.

Leo ducked for the second time that night, letting the length of the chain arc above his head, leaving the Dragon's unprotected stomach within reach. He kicked out with something his brother might only call a mule kick. Not ninjitsu in the slightest, but it worked, pushing the dragon back as he let loose a spinning kick to propel the man into the alley wall. Landing in a crouch, he nearly had his head bashed in by another pipe. This one being wielded by a large muscled man, half the size of Hun, but still just as deadly. Rolling out of the man's way, Leo jumped up into a round house kick, knocking the dragon back, but missing the leg the Dragon thrust out at him. Taking the impact of the attack, Leo rolled backwards with it until he was on his feet once more and leapt forward, bringing both swords to the forefront as the two connected once more, pipe to katana blade. The round metal held for a moment before being slid through and knocked from the Dragon's hand. A round house kick to the Dragon's head had him down on the ground.

A quick surveillance of the alleyway showed the gunner and another dragon down at his brother's feet, Raphael throwing a fisted punch to the face of the third one. Unease rolled through Leo's stomach as he didn't see any sign of the gun. A second shot that night rang out into the quiet, the red banded turtle ducking, but not enough to escape the racing bullet as a line of blood slowly trickled visibly down his arm.

"Raph!" Heart lurching in his chest, Leo whirled around to find the source of the shot.

"Just a graze," Raph growled out, hand whipping off the blood before he leapt to a glint in the darkness before Leo could stop him. The new gunner was knocked down with a vicious mule kick to the hand, the gun skittering across the pavement. The Dragon looked to the gun dumbly, glanced at Raph, and back at the gun, a wicked smirk crossing his face as he dove for the gun where it had stopped near the jewelry store door.

With a jerk both Leo and Raph jumped forward, Raphael making it to the Dragon and gun first as the two landed in a tumbling heap, rolling inside the building. Racing in behind them, Leo pulled up short, eyes narrowed upon what he saw. No other Purple Dragons stood in front of them, but he wasn't happier with their new situation. "Shell…" he groaned, eyeing the flood of Foot ninjas staring back at them, unmoving from their semi circle around the doorway. A quick scan around the small store looked to be about three dozen ninja.

Raph socked the Dragon in the mouth as the man tried to recover his grip on the gun, knocking the man unconscious. "Ah shell…" he breathed as he slowly stood up from the tangled sprawl he and the Purple Dragon had found been in. He twirled his sai in his fingers as he fell into a battle ready stance, right sai twitching in invitation to attack. "Make my day," he growled softly.

Leonardo smoothly fell into a defensive stance as the first wave of ninja attacked, swarming around the two turtles and quickly separating them. Exhaling in frustration upon being separated so quickly, the only thing he found himself doing was blocking attack after attack. One blade ringing off another as the enemy's blade was halted before it could cut into his green skin. Parrying another swing, he swung forward with his left blade, knocking a sword from the ninja's fingers, turning into a sweeping low kick with his right leg, successfully knocking four of the ninja to the ground. Quickly being replaced, they lunged forward once more, kicking out at him while another swung for a lethal strike at his head, another for a swipe at his side. A roll to the left saved him from both attacks, however he quickly brought both swords to bear in front of him, crossing them to block the attack to his chest. Leonardo gritted his teeth as he moved with their attacks, blocking the next, slipping in a downward strike, followed by parrying another blade. If he didn't know better, he almost thought their attacks were more vicious tonight, more lethal, yet more hazardous, to both him and themselves. The look in the whites of their masks almost screamed desperation. Something was not as it seemed and Leonardo didn't want to find out what that was.

"Raphael, retreat!" he yelled over the roar of the clashing blades of the battle.

"Retreat? Ya know that's not my style bro. 'Sides," Raph grunted, a loud clang reverberating from the far side of the room. "I think we're winning."

"Are you kidding me?" Leo barely ducked the strike to his shoulder, rolling into a low sweep, and coming up to snap kick the unfortunate ninja in front of him. "We need to…" A sting in his left arm broke off his sentence, jerking his attention to the ninja pointing a large, gleaming gun at him as the black clad warrior stuffed another feathered bullet down the barrel. His left hand quickly reached to pluck the large dart from his bicep, tossing it to the ground with a clink.

"Leo!"

He barely heard his brother call out his name as the sounds of the battle waging around him started to fade in and out. He swung his blade to block a swing to his side, finding his movement sloppy and just barely able to deflect the blow. He blinked rapidly as the amount of ninjas started to double and then triple before him. He shook his head, finding his weapons becoming heavier in his grasp. His gaze locked onto the ninja holding the tranquilizer gun as the ninja turned to fire off another shot in the direction of his brother. Time moved even slower as he forced his way sloppily towards the ninja, the next shot slamming into his leg as he slammed into ninja. Groaning at the shock of the shot, he could only feel himself being rolled away from the tangle of limbs, his vision going nearly dark as he could only force his limps to flop a few times before it faded to a slight twitch. His eyes watched as the third shot sailed successfully through the air, landing in his brother's arm as the red banded turtle fought to get though the last of the ninja standing in his way. Seven ninja fell to the quick and enraged strikes of the red banded turtle until he fell to one knee, panting for breath as the last five ninja rained down upon him.

"Raph…" Leo weakly called out in horror at the black mass in the center of the store. His vision continued to darken as he fought desperately to stay awake. The black pile finally moved away from his brother, his heart pained at the sight afterwards. Raphael lay motionless and bleeding from dozens of cuts. Leo was only relieved none of them looked life threatening in his hazy state, but the amount of blood coating his brother didn't quell his fears.

"Can we kill him?" one of the ninja questioned, poking at the motionless form.

The room was silent for a moment as one ninja's hand twitched, clutching the blade tighter.

"Leave him."

All heads swiveled to the Elite Guard striding into the room. The four warriors barely paid a glance to the turtle in red as they stopped next to Leonardo, glaring down at him with hate and something of contempt.

"We're running out of time," the leader of the Elite guard spoke, kneeling down next to Leonardo. "We have what we need. We must leave now if we are to make the appointment. Not a second late," the dark voice of the Elite ground out in frustration.

His world blackened completely before he could panic at just what the Foot had in mind.