Hello peeps :) So, I tried this whole "sequel" thing once before, and I got to thinking...where was I going with it? Anywho, this is my second attempt at a sequel, and hopefully it'll progress a little better. If you haven't read my other story "Turtles of Olympus" yet, a few things may not make sense in this story. I suggest you read it, iffin ya want :) So, here it is, my sequel. I own nothing but my OC's and the plotline. Enjoy!

How did this happen? He thought. One minute, he and his brothers were beating up on some Purple Dragons. The next...nothing. Just blackness. Even when he opened his eyes, that's all he saw.

He raised his hands to rub his eyes, to make sure he wasn't blindfolded. As he found nothing but his normal mask, he noted with satisfaction that their captors had failed to bind his hands. His eyes adjusted to the lack of light, and Donatello saw that his brothers were in the same general area with him. All their weapons had been taken from them, and they were bruised up a little, but they were alive. They were just beginnning to stir, and he felt his way over to them.

"Whoa," Mikey groaned. "What happened?"

"Where are we?" Leo asked softly.

"Dunno," Don answered. "I can't tell because it's so dark." On the word 'dark', the lights were suddenly cut on. Don yelped as the light hurt his eyes, listening to his brothers' equally startled cries. Blinking away the pain, Donnie took in his surroundings.

He and his brothers had been put in a cell, complete with bars and everything. There were only three walls of bars, the fourth wall being made of a cold, gray stone. This made up the back wall, and it faced the cell door. The floor was made of smooth concrete, and Don noticed a few stains here and there that looked suspiciously like dried blood.

Don took the opportunity to look over his brothers while they had light. He checked them over to make sure they weren't suffering from any major wounds. Raph had a bump on his head and a gash in his arm that wasn't too deep; it had already stopped bleeding. Leo was fine (or so he said), so Don turned his attention to the youngest. When he approached and touched Mikey's arm, the orange-banded turtle yelped and jerked away from Don, cradling his left arm against his plastron. Don noticed the odd angle at which his wrist was bent, and he sighed.

"Mike, if its broken, I'm going to have to set it."

"With what?" Mikey asked him, almost hysterical. "They took your bag-o-tricks, too."

Don looked around and realized it was true. He cursed silently, also noticing what he hadn't before. The cell was painfully bare. There wasn't even a bed with sheets that he could use to make a makeshift splint for his brother's arm. Mikey would have to wait until they got out of there...wherever "there" was.

"Hey, freaks!" a gruff voice called. The brothers looked up to see a group of Purple Dragons approaching their cell. Don and Leo stood, ready to fend off an attack if needed, while Raph helped Mikey to sit against the back wall. The leader of the small group approached the bars and scoffed.

"Relax," he told them. "I'm jus' bringin' ya yer new cell mate." He laughed coldly as the group unveiled a limp figure held between them. Don fought hard to keep the shock off his face, and he glanced at Leo to see if he was feeling the same thing. Leo had narrowed his eyes at the thugs, and his fists clenched. He was definitely feeling the same things as Donatello.

Long strawberry-blonde hair obscured the figure's face, but the body gave away that the human was female. She was wearing a white tank top and skin-tight short black shorts. She was small, both in form and stature, but something about her made Donnie think she was more of a young woman than a girl.

The lead thug pulled out a gun and trained it on the turtles as he unlocked the cell door.

"No funny bi'ness," he commanded. He stepped aside to allow the group to toss the girl in. She landed to Don's left, away from the turtles, and lay still. She was on her side, her hair falling across her forehead and fanning out above her. Don saw how pale she was, millions of freckles standing out on what he could see of her arms, legs, and face. He also saw the bruises and cuts all over her, some even bleeding through her white shirt.

Donnie growled and took a step toward the leader just as the thug slammed the door shut again.

"You bastard, how could you?" Don said quietly.

"'Ay, don' shoot da messenger, frog-man," the thug replied. "I'm jus' followin' orders." He tapped the bars lightly with his fist and holstered his gun. "I'll leave da lights on fer ya. Have fun." He led his group away from them, and Don heard the slamming of a door just out of sight.

Immediately, he turned his attention to the girl. He moved her hair away from her face gently and turned her onto her stomach. The majority of the cuts were on her back, and Don couldn't understand what could make such strange marks. They were long, and seemed to criss-cross her back from what he could see. He was hesitant to remove her shirt completely, as he had no supplies to perform first-aid on her. He then looked at the cuts on her arms, and found them to be highly superficial. They were already scabbed over, the skin around them already healed. He froze, the realization of what that anomaly meant hitting him like a sack of bricks.

They were cuts from before. At least a few days ago. This girl had been held captive for a long time.

Don reached out and put his hands on either side of her waist, trying to see how small she actually was. He stretched out his fingers and cursed audibly as he found that he could almost fit both his hands around her waist. He saw how bony her wrists and arms were, and knew that she probably hadn't had any real food in a long time.

"She's extremely malnourished," he told his brothers. "And hurt." He sat back on his knees beside her. "I wonder why she's here, what she's done to deserve this."

"Does it matta?" Raphael replied, surprising everyone. "These guys're monsters, genius. They don' need a reason ta beat up a lil' girl."

"She's...not exactly little, Raph," Don replied, looking over the girl again. "I'd put her at...maybe sixteen or seventeen?"

"Tch. Still young enough fer it ta be sickenin'."

Don caught Leo's eye and grimaced. Leo just sat down on Mikey's other side and leaned his head against the wall. Raphael was right – it was sickening.

Suddenly, the girl groaned and stirred. Donatello jumped away from her and joined his brothers in the corner. He watched the girl warily, equally trying not to scare her and making sure she didn't move too fast and hurt herself even worse. She lifted her head, then slowly moved her hands under her and pushed her shoulders off the ground. She sniffed and breathed out slowly, then moved to sit against the barred wall across from the turtles. She groaned again and brushed her hair back off her face.

Donatello's heart almost stopped. The side of her face that had been turned away from him before was now shown. And Donnie couldn't believe the amount of damage that had been done there.

Not only did she have a black eye, but there was a long gash that ran from her temple to just below her cheekbone. Her lip was split, and a line of blood ran down her chin. She lifted a bruised hand to wipe it away, and caught sight of Donnie and his brothers for the first time. She froze, eyeing them just like they were eyeing her.

"Well, I ain't gonna bite, why're y'all in the corner?"

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