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"Stop! Please, I…I can't take this anymore." Donatello begged. He was sleep deprived (more than he was used to), in far too much pain, and his mental stability was deteriorating rapidly. Was this the end for him? Apparently so, as he had just admitted defeat to his captor. A heavy kick to the ribs made him cease his sobs, and a gasp echoed throughout the small cell, bouncing off the walls.

When the man took one step closer, the genius turtle pushed himself farther back, his shell hitting the corner. Don began to quake when the other put a hand on his right cheek, where the painted symbol was. He bit his lip, trying to hold back a whine. "Donatello, you're my star! Doesn't that give you a sense of pride?" Receiving no response, the ringleader sighed, "Look, Donnie-"

"D-Don't call me that." His words came out more like a whimper than a command, but he meant them. Bewilderment was eminent on the human's face, but it transformed into fury within a second. Don would've winced under his glare, but this time, he held his ground. "What was that, freak?" It fascinated Donatello how the man's emotions could change in an instant, even though it made everything much more difficult. Forcing his body off the floor, he pointed a shaking, but accusing finger at the other, "I said do not call me Donnie. You…You don't have the right!"

In that instant, Don was prepared for anything, whether it be a beating or another turn in the arena. What he didn't expect was an expression of awe to come across the ringleader's face. He became even more jumbled when the man began to chuckle. "You still don't know who you're dealing with, do you?"

Donatello didn't have a chance to blink as he was shoved to the ground, moans of pain immediately slipping out of his lips. A boot slammed down on his left arm, and he screamed. New tears began to spill as Don sucked in a breath, squeezing his eyes shut. The aching in his arm caused him to tremble; he was unable to feel any form of relief when the shoe was removed. He knew more was to come.

"You will not tell me what to do, understand? I am the ringleader! You will show some respect to your master." Donatello did his best to hold back cries of mercy. He could feel the other's eyes on him, examining him like meat. "Your arm's broken, isn't it? It has been since your last fight." Don didn't have to look up to know that the man was smirking. He could hear the mocking tone in his voice, and it frightened him. Wicked laughter filled the cell. "Would you like a new one?"

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Splinter's eyes shot open, in panic at what he had just witnessed. His simple meditation had turned into a cruel nightmare. A glimpse of the future? He could not deny it. Whatever this forthcoming was, he had to prevent it…but was that even possible? Maybe it was a warning. The rat hurried from the dojo, and towards his sons. One, two three…where was the fourth?

For a moment, he stared at his three sons: Raphael and Leonardo were having another fight, and were grappling on the floor. Michelangelo seemed at a loss of what to do, and his attempts to pull them apart were futile. Why wasn't Donatello with them? His presence was not yet noticed by the brothers, and Splinter was becoming anxious. "My sons, where is Donatello?"

All eyes were on him, and the turtles immediately tensed. Leo and Raph stood up, but continued to glare at each other as they stood up straight in front of their sensei. "Sorry about that, Master Splinter. We were just arguing about…"

"You have not answered my previous question, Leonardo. Where is Donatello?" Silence occupied the lair, and Mikey, Leo, and Raph exchanged awkward glances. "He was just here, sensei." The orange-banded ninja said lamely, rubbing his now stiff neck. Now, everyone scanned around their home, calling the missing turtle's name. No, this wasn't possible. Was he too late to prevent his worst fear?

"Did he actually leave?" Leonardo was stunned. The genius never disobeyed his orders, especially when they came directly from Master Splinter. What was so important that he'd defy both authorities? "Didn't he say that he was goin' to the junkyard? Ya know, to pass out goods for the homeless?" A sigh escaped his lips. Of course, kind-hearted Donnie could never let a soul suffer.

At this point, Splinter was in a full fright, but he didn't let it show. "Your brother is in danger. We need to leave now, before it is too late!" The turtles didn't need to be told twice. While questions filled each of their heads about what predicament Don could be in, they had to wait for answers.

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"Hello? Is anyone here?" Donatello was confused as he paced around the dump. Where was everyone? Once he stood in the center of the landfill, terror shot through him as he raced towards a lonely burning flame. So there were here recently, but where had they gone? It wasn't like them to just leave everything they had behind. Unopened food packages sat by worn out blankets; there had to be something wrong.

Memories of the Garbageman came to mind, but Don shook his head. They had taken care of him long ago, and besides, the junkyard seemed untouched by any menace (or vehicle). It was like they had just disappeared into the air…never to be seen again. He forced himself to stop thinking those horrid thoughts, and decided to scope the area again. Perhaps there was something he missed?

The turtle chose to start from the opposite entrance, and go around. There had to be something, or anything, that led to the homeless' sudden disappearance. Dim lights flickered down on him, barely providing enough illumination for him to find anything mysterious. Pulling out a flashlight from his faithful duffel, he switched it on, and began his search.

The first thing he noticed was a flyer. Multiple flyers, actually, attached to the fence. Stepping towards it, Donatello ripped one off, and examined it. On the paper was what appeared to be a circus tent, and big print that read, 'Come See The Show!' It didn't have an address on the front or back, and something about the ad was eerie. Donatello didn't like it one bit.

Shoving the flyer into his bag, he continued to search the area, until he stepped in something. It was wet, warm, and red. Don couldn't hold back a gasp as his flashlight brightened the small pool of blood. It was definitely fresh…He needed to find them; they must be serious trouble!

A prick in the neck snapped him out of his daze, and his eyes widened to see a dart. Immediately, he pulled it out, but the damage already seemed to be done. The turtle was swaying as his vision blurred. Before he knew it, he was on his knees, his body becoming weak. He held himself up with his hands, but whatever he was shot with was contaminating his body at a rapid pace. Every part of Don's seemed fatigued, and he couldn't stop his eyelids from falling. In an instant, he succumbed to the darkness.

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