Two chapters in one day! Woo! XD Okay, warning: This chapter contains a great amount of pain and suffering to Mikey. I'm sorry! *dodges knives thrown at me* Read on!

A sharp kick to the side naps Michelangelo back into the conscious world with a pang. He yells out in pain, flashing his eyes open and scrambling to sit up, backing up as far as he can until he hits the stone wall.

Though he sees only an outline due to the light behind, Mikey can tell the form of Karai stands in front of him, her hands on her hips. "I'm surprised. I thought your brothers would be here seven days ago when we brought you here. Apparently they don't find it as a priority to get you back," she smirks, Mikey barely able to see it.

Said turtle grits his teeth, "They're coming up with a plan that's better than yours…" he mutters, his hands forming into light fists.

Karai lets out a curt laugh, "You're so hopeful…" She then turns and grabs something from a Foot Soldier that approaches her, then turns back to Mikey, "I suppose you're hungry, hm?"

Now getting used to the lighting, Mikey sees a bowl in her hands. "It's probably poisoned…" he murmurs, lowering his eyes to the cold, hard ground, ignoring his growling stomach. He hasn't eaten anything except limited bread and a tiny amount of water all week. They were really giving him the bare minerals…

"We still need you, Michelangelo. It wouldn't be poisoned if we had a use for you," Karai grins, setting the bowl just inside the cell, against the bars. "Eat well," she says mockingly, knowing the bowl is out of reach of the turtle. She turns to leave, but then looks over her shoulder, "And stay awake. You'll be having a visitor soon…" she smirks slyly. Mikey visibly shivers. He knows who she's talking about…

Then, in the quickest of movements, Karai spins around and pulls out her katana, slashing at Mikey's neck. It's not entirely too deep, but definitely enough to draw a large amount of blood.

Mikey yells out in pain, falling on his side on the right from the sudden force. He puts his hands on the ground, forcing himself up a little, tears quickly forming and falling down his face. He coughs, a hand grasping his bleeding neck.

He doesn't look up as the cell door slams shut, footsteps heading away.

Mikey pulls back his hand, seeing blood covering the whole of his hand. Blood drips all across his plastron, and he tries to wipe it away, only succeeding in getting blood on both hands and arms. He squeezes his eyes closed, letting out a quiet sob, starting to shake.

Opening his eyes so he can see, Mikey places his right hand on the ground, right over a picture he had drawn a few nights ago with his own blood. His sobs choke him, staring at his stick-figure brothers. "Where are you…?!" Mikey chokes out.

It's been a week. A full seven days, and not once have his brothers tried to save him. Or at least not that he could tell.

I thought they'd have me out of here by now… I thought they'd have found me by now…

What if Karai was right…? What if finding him isn't their priority…?

No! Stop it! Of course they're trying to find me! They're just… Taking their time…

Karai had taken his T-Phone, so he had no way of contacting his brothers that way. And a small part of him didn't want to contact his brothers. Mikey knows that this is all a trap for his brothers. Capture him, and the others will come to the rescue, falling right into Shredder's hands. But he couldn't keep going on like this… Ever since he woke up here the first time, he'd felt parched, famished. He'd surly die if he didn't get out of here. But in all honesty, he'd rather die here than let his brothers sacrifice themselves for him.

Mikey closes his eyes and hangs his head, slowly taking his hand from the 'drawings.' He takes slow, shallow breaths, still shaking. He slowly brings his knees up to his plastron, then lowers his head, resting it on his kneepads as he wraps his arms around his legs.

As he brings his head down, he cringes, just feeling the cut on his skin, feeling the blood. It's sickening. And the smell…

Suddenly lurching to the right, Mikey empties his stomach for the fifth time this week, though there's nothing even in his stomach to empty.

Panting softly, Mikey slowly opens his eyes, looking to the bowl of who knows what near the cell door. He goes to move towards it, but is restrained. He grunts, then looks over his shoulder at the chains that connects him to the wall, tightening around this carapace and plastron as he tries to pull away.

At first, Mikey had wondered why they didn't just chain his wrists. But when he had attempted to move, he instantly knew why. The pain was excruciating.

Mikey looks back to the bowl, trying to reach out to it, but it's too far, even when he stretches out more on his feet, trying to push himself further, only to no avail.

Groaning quietly in defeat, Mikey sinks the short way to his knees again, hanging his head. His hands find the chain around him, and he tries to break it, but fails, only cutting up his hands more, like every single other time he's attempted to do so.

Suddenly, a door at the far end of the hallway slams open, making the turtle jump, snapping his head up. His eyes then widen in fear.

"How are you doing today? Hopefully more conscious than yesterday?"

An armored hand opens the cell door, shutting it closed with force after he enters.

Mikey scoots as far away as possible, starting to breathe a little quicker than normal, "Wh-what do you want, Shredder…" he murmurs, glaring up at the man, though he already knows the answer.

"What do I want? You very well know what I want, Michelangelo. But am I getting it? No. I guess it takes more than taking away a brother to lure the turtles out of hiding," Shredder murmurs, not looking at Mikey as he inspects his sharp, metal claw-like weapons on his fist.

Shredder then looks to the thinning turtle, who is shaking very visibly, "So, are you ready to tell me where to find them?"

Mikey stares up at him, shaking his head, looking as if he is trying to become one with the wall.

Shredder only grins, "I thought not," he says, taking a step towards Mikey, "You are very resistant, I will give you that. But I know I can break you. Your brothers aren't coming for you, we both know that. So you are the only one who can assist me."

Mikey just closes his eyes tightly, hanging his head. Please just leave me alone… Just for today, please just go…

Hearing the sound of metal against the cell bars, Mikey cringes. Suddenly, he's roughly kicked in the jaw, making the turtle fall back onto his carapace and cry out in shock and pain, the chains around him tightening, bringing tears to his eyes. However, Mikey keeps his eyes closed, not wanting to see what he knows is about to strike him. He mentally prepares himself for what is about to happen, but, like every day since this has happened, he's never fully prepared for the pain and suffering he endures.

Mikey's eyes snap open, as does his mouth as Shredder plunges his 'claws' into Mikey's shoulder. The mutant screams, squeezing his eyes closed again, slapping his hands over his mouth, the pain overwhelming. Shredder pulls the claws out, then slashes them across Mikey's plastron, the poor turtle writhing in pain.

"P-please st-stop-!" Mikey pleads, more excruciating pain spreading through him as Shredder lifts him up, forcing him to stand. The pleading only makes the man grin behind his helmet, now slowly dragging the claws over the wound made by Karai, making Mikey scream more, though he tries to conceal the pained sounds coming from him.

Tears stream down the ninja's face in a breaking dam, now unable to conceal his screams of torment. "They're not coming for you, turtle," Shredder hisses, "They don't want you. They don't need you. They don't love you."

Mikey barely has any time to breath, his screams now all that is audible, being so loud.

He can feel the blood. He can feel it running down his body, and it's disgusting. Mikey pants heavily, wishing he'd never gone out that one night. Wishing he'd just listened to Leo when he said it wasn't safe.

Then, with a last slash, Mikey screams bloody-murder. Shredder releases him, the turtle falling to the ground. Mikey gasps for air, a little pool of blood forming underneath him. He lets himself go limp, not moving an inch.

Not even saying anything, Shredder walks out of the cell. He grins as he walks past his daughter, who holds up Michelangelo's T-Phone, having been recording a video of the act. Karai doesn't look at her father. In fact, she doesn't even look at the T-Phone. She simply stares down at her feet, feeling slightly sick to her stomach.

Mikey lets out loud sobs, curling into a tight ball. He shakes violently, fighting the urge to vomit. Shredder did this to him at least three times a day… It's a miracle he's still alive.

Please! Leo! Donnie! Raph! Anyone, please, get me out of here!

But wait. What is he thinking…? They're not coming for him… They'd have saved him by now…

Why would he think they would save him? Plain 'ol Michelangelo! No one cares! He's just their little brother! The mess-maker! The screw up! Why would they care? It's funny to think about, really!

The corners of Mikey's lips lift up, tears dripping into his mouth, but he doesn't care.

Ha! What a funny thought! His brothers saving him?! Nonsense!

Caught up in the moment, he begins to laugh through his sobs. At first, his laugh is quiet, but then it grows louder. Soon, he's laughing hysterically, tears gushing out of his shining, blue eyes and streaming down his face, but his laughter only increases in volume.

That's when Karai stops recording. She slowly lowers the phone, staring at Mikey with big eyes. She slowly backs up, then turns around, walking briskly out of the room.

She closes the door behind her, then leans her back against it, still hearing the turtle's hysteric laughter. Finding it very unsettling, she straightens up, then walks down the long hallway, looking down at Mikey's phone as she goes.

Karai quickly links the video to a text message, then sends it to Donatello, as her father had instructed. She then ticks the phone in her belt and looks over her shoulder at the steel door.

She shivers; she can almost still hear him laughing…

Well that happened... Heh, sorry not sorry ANYWAYS, the next chapter will go back to the other turtles! Thanks for reading, guys! Booyakasha!