A/N: Wow, I didn't expect that kind of response. Thanks so much guys! :D
"You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be."
- Chuck Palahniuk
Four hours.
That's how long had passed since their younger brothers had gone to the junkyard to collect some spare parts.
Four hours too long.
"Raph, stop pacing." Leo frowned, his eyes creased in thought.
"Are ya sayin' ya ain't worried 'Fearless'? Or do ya jus' not care?" Raphael growled, his amber eyes narrowing at his immediate older brother.
Leonardo shook his head. "I didn't say that Raph… I just think that we need to think this out. We need to come-"
"Shut up." Raph growled, cutting Leo off. "What we need ta be doin', is lookin' fer our bros. An' if ya don' wanna do that, then I'll do it ma'self."
Raphael turned and quickly headed towards the doors. His hands fingered the hilt of his sai as he walked. If his brothers were hurt in any way whatsoever, the one who'd hurt them, would pay.
"Raph, wait up!" Leonardo let out a sigh, quickly following after his brother. "I really think it would be better to plan this out… they could have just gotten side tracked."
"An' if they were', we'll yell at 'em when we bring 'em home." Raph glared, turning back around and heading once more towards the exit.
Leonardo nodded, he couldn't help but agree. He was extremely worried, but his position as leader made it so he couldn't just rush into things.
"Fine, we'll go. But you aren't leaving without me. We'll look for our brothers together." Leo managed a slight grin.
Raphael snorted. "Yer corny, ya know that."
He chuckled as his brother gave him an annoyed look. "But yeah, we will. An' we'll find 'em an' bring 'em home too. Now let's get goin' already."
Raph typed in the code, and stepped back as the door slid open.
Leonardo quickly ran across the tops of the buildings, making sure to keep to the shadowed areas. It may be dark, but you could never be too careful.
"Come on Leo, we're almost there." Raphael took another leap, landing on the next building, and quickly took the lead from his brother. The quicker they were able to find there brothers, the quicker he could beat some sense into them.
They should really know not to stay out so long. What happened to Leo the one time was enough to have everyone on edge. If anyone was gone longer than three, they had to call.
Even he listened to that, though grudgingly, but nonetheless, he still listened.
"Come on Raph, we're almost there." Leo smirked as he repeated his brother's words, breaking him out of his thoughts. Yes, he was worried as well, but right now, they couldn't dwell on it. Finding them was priority, and if they weren't found, then he'd worry.
Raphael shook his head, easily catching up to Leo, and they both landed silently on the ground in front of the junkyard fence. It was eerily silent, which bothered them.
No matter how quiet Mikey tried to be, he still made noise. But… there was nothing.
"Let's go." Leo shook off the slight shock first, and headed inside. He hoped that Don had just gotten annoyed with Mikey, and gotten him to be quiet.
Raphael followed soon after, looking around Don's usual junk search piles. Still… nothing.
Stockman looked over the two on the screen in front of him, sick glee coursing through him. He could put the intelligence of these turtles to the test.
"Listen closely turtles. A riddle will be given every five minutes. You only have a limited amount of air in your little containers, but, if the riddle is answered correctly, you will supply air for your brother." Stockman's face creased into a smirk at the looks on the turtle's faces.
Mikey's eyes were wide, fearful. Did that mean if he screwed up, Donnie would suffer?
"You can do it Mike." There was a small smile on Don's face, meant to offer comfort.
Mikey lightly shook his head, but it snapped back to attention as Stockman continued.
"On the other hand, if you answer incorrectly, no air will be given, and your brother will suffer the consequences. Can you live with that on your shoulders? Or will you break under the pressure?"
Donatello's face on the screen showed disgust. He didn't like this game that Stockman was playing. Their lives weren't toys.
"Here's another riddle. This time, for you Donatello. Answer it correctly, and your brother Michelangelo will receive more air as promised. Work quickly."
Stockman's face disappeared, along with Mikey's, before another riddle appeared:
You're in a mansion and the power is out. You see a blue door and a red door. You pick one. Now you see a purple door and an orange door. You pick one again. Now you see a door with a golden handle and a door with a silver handle. You pick one. You finally come to some signs on three doors. One says "Death from drowning," another says "Death from machine guns," and the last one says "Death from electric chair." Then you see a big sign off to the side that says "Or stay in the mansion and starve to death." What do you choose and still live?
Donatello frowned, reading the riddle over, before he let a slight smirk cross his face. That was easy.
Five minutes passed, as previously promised, and Stockman's face appeared once more. "What's the answer turtle?"
So, will Don get it right? :D Let me know in the reviews if you know the answer.
