Dude! This had WAY too much fun with this chapter! It's about 10 times better than that lame previous chapter. Soooo much crazy adranaline went into this thing! That I also ate like five brownies, and I'm hyper. Strange that I write my best stuff when I'm hyper. Anway, this chapter will answer a few questions yet it will leave you hanging like no other. Okay, now I need some humility pie. My ego needs it's own zip code. I'll shut up now.

Disclamier: If I owned the TMNT there would be more Psychology and less butt kicking. And, honestly kids, who wants THAT?!


Chapter III: Screaming Your Name

"Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd." Voltaire

"Sooooo...we're destroying your computers because of the virus or the Triceraton programs?" Mikey asked in the passenger seat of the Battle Shell.

"Both." Don said firmly as he made a tight turn. Tires squealed and so did Mikey.

"Whoa, Dude!" Mikey clung to the armrest. "You do know the speed limit in below the sound bearer?"

Don ignored that comment, and just kept speeding. Thankfully no stupid pedestrians dared to steep off of the sidewalk. In the back of Don's mind he feared a police interference. There was no time! Logically, Don was far behind, and it could already be too late!

"The Triceraton programs I installed in Stockman's computer has a simple-to-use tracking system to locate any other computers using the same Triceraton programs- including mine." Don snarled at himself. How could he be so stupid? "The only way I could destroy the tracker was to destroy the whole computer. I sent the Socrates virus from my computer to his. Hopefully, that crashed his whole system, but the viruses can be tracked too. With the Triceraton tracker, you can find the general area of about three blocks where another computer is that is using the same programs. If Stockman traced that virus…he could pinpoint the exact location to inches."

Don turned again as they speed to the docks. We wasn't necessarily breaking the speed limit or running through three red lights on purpose. That's Raph's trill. But, they were just wasting too much time.

"So, you're destroying you computers to destroy the chances of being tracked?" Mikey guessed. "You're taking the computers as far away from the lair as possible. Also you're going to dump your computers into the river just in case smashing the motherboards isn't enough to destroy the tracking system."

"Yeah." Don said. He was too focused to be surprised that Mikey, of all turtles, understood the plan so well. There would be time for that. "Damn it! It's been five days since I installed those programs. Stockman had ample time to find us."

Mikey tried to smile, "Hey, if he did find the tracking system. The lair would be swarming with Foot ninjas by now, right?"

Leave it for Mikey to be sugary optimistic when dealing with Don's stupid mistake.

Don said nothing to that, so Mikey choice to remain silent. A few years ago, Mikey would be pestering his older brother to see things on the brighter side of Hell. Now he knew that poking at a brooding dog only got you hand bit off.

Don finally smiled when he saw the Hudson. Excited for this to be behind him, Don finally slowed down until they were on the edge of an iron pier. Parking the car, Don turned off the engine and lights.

"Alright." Don scanned the area that was thankfully vacant. "Let's go."

Both brothers steeped out into the clear sky night. Don was a little suspicious of the amazing luck that night. There should have been more humans around the streets that time of night.

Silently they steeped out of the van. There was hardly a sound except for soft, almost mute swish of the river's current. That, Don said again, was odd. New York City was known for a lot of things but quiet was not one of them.

Something was wrong. It was pungent in the humid air. It was like the sidewalk echoed with danger and the sky was alive with silent alarm. Looking to Mikey, Don saw the attentive fear in his eyes. Yeah, something…was wrong.

Looking around them, the brothers saw nothing wrong, but Master Splinter taught them not to trust their sight too much. Sight can be misleading. Ninja is one who both relies on sight as an old friend and doubts is like an old enemy.

"Behind you!" Don's mind was screaming, and he turned the same time Mikey did. Fear froze in his veins as he saw a whole legion of Foot ninja watching them from the nearby rooftops with Karia as their leader.


Something was wrong.

Leo's eyes opened to complete darkness of his room. The faint smell of melted candle wax still lingered. The air was still with the peacefulness of home at late night, but something was wrong.

Standing, Leo walked slowly to the door and managed to pick up his swords on the way. Listening to the darkness, Leo concentrated on finding out what was so out of place. The only feeling arrived was the same sinking doubt.

Something was wrong, and Leo opened the door slowly. The hallway was dark except for the light coming from the living room below. Breathing slowly, Leo unsheathed his swords and the feeling of wrongness easily increased. Was it paranoia, or was something really wrong?

Slipping through his door, Leo stayed within shadows as he peered over the hallway landing to see the living room. Nothing out of place. Wait…Leo looked at the corner where Don's computer was, so should he say…use to be.

It was gone. Not the whole computer, but the motherboard. How did Leo know where to look was a mystery. No time to play Sherlock. Leo looked to his Master's bedroom door. Closed, and the sense of wrongness wasn't coming from there.

It was coming from somewhere else, Don's room. Turning to the room to his left, Leo held his breath. The feeling was pungent now, and now his heart was pounding loudly. Opening the door, Leo didn't dare call his brother's name in fear that only that would confirm his assumptions.

Sensing a lost of familiar presence, Leo turned on the light only to find Don's bed empty. The blanket and sheets tossed to the floor in a rush. The entire lab was in a form of rushed disarray, like Don was looking for something. Leo looked to the desk, and saw that the other computers' motherboards were gone along with Don's laptop.

Leo's attention was forced behind him. Someone was behind him, but they were hiding around the doorframe on the outside. Holding his sword firmly, Leo waited for the presence to come out of hiding. The person still waited for Leo to move, and he did.

In a flash of sword, Leo turned with sword pointed, and the presence moved just as quickly with sia drawn. He blinked seeing Raph at the wrong end of his sword's blade. Time rushed back to normalcy, and Raph's sia had easily caught Leo's blade.

With wide eyes and heaving chests, the brothers locked scared stares for a while before they simultaneously dropped their weapons slowly.

"God, Leo." Raph breathed with no real emotion except for post-adrenaline-rush relief. "What are you doing sneaking around?"

Leo took a huge exhale of a breath he'd been holding for heaven knew how long. "I could ask you the same."

Shaking off the tingles, Raph looked to Don's bed and gasped. "Not Don too!" He roared.

"What's going on, Raph?"

"You musta' had that creepy feelin' too, huh?" Raph looked to Leo with rage in his eyes. "Mikey's gone too. And the Battle Shell missin'!"

Leo looked back the Don's bed. "So are Don's computers. Do you know what's going on?"

"Not a clue." Raph growled and folded his arms with sias still in his hands.

Leo sighed in frustration. It was too soon for their brothers to go alone. Not only because of the danger, but because of Leo's tendency to worry to form ulcers.

Saying nothing, Leo walked quickly to the living room, and picked up his shell cell. Raph followed slower, and he stayed near the garage door. Dialing quickly, Leo waited…and waited…and waited.

"Damn!" Leo cursed as he heard Don's voice mail. When he called Mikey, he got the same result. Frustrated, he tossed his phone to the sofa. "No answer. From both of them. Did they even take their phones?"

"Yeah." Raph answered just as angrily as Leo. At least Don could have left a note, a post-it, ANYTHING when they left in the middle of the freaking' night!

"If they took their phones" Leo said as he took the keys to the two shell cycles, "then we can track them on ours." He tossed a key to Raph. Raph was running to the garage, but turned to see Leo scribbling a short note in Japanese. If Master Splinter found all four sons missing without a note, it would mean two days of endless training and lectures.

However; once they found Don and Mike, Leo would do some lecturing of his own. Raph would just do the punching and asking questions later.

"Let's go already!" Raph snarled, and Leo quickly finished and tapped the note to the largest TV monitor. The two eldest ran out of their home with worst case situations running through their minds.


Kaira signaled for the attack, and the fight commenced. Ninjas jumped from the rooftops and came running with swords drawn. Don cursed. There were so many, but at least he wasn't alone now. That happy thought soon turned into dread. He wasn't alone. That was true. He was with his little brother who willingly followed Don into the trap.

Guilt slowed Don's first attack. "IGNORAMUS!" Don's mind was screaming and pounding it's fist against Don's judgment. "You complete and utter fool! How could you lead your brother so blindly into the trap YOU KNEW WAS COMING!"

Can't think now. Have to fight. Don soon regained his strength and focus, and he turned to Mikey who was knocking out a few ninjas. He did this with that smile of his where the edge of his tongue stayed at the corner of an upturned mouth. Nunchakus spun faster than an eye could process the image, and Don breathed in knowing Mikey could hold his own in this skirmish. Still, Don stayed as close to Mikey as possible.

They just kept coming! When did the Shredder get a ninja cloning machine? Vastly outnumbered by the onslaught, Don's body began to wear out. He still hadn't recovered completely from his previous incarceration.

"DONATELLO!" Karia's voice yelled over the commotion of battle. Don spun his bo staff over his head like a helicopter blades. Easily the staff collided with a dozen jaws and skulls of unfortunate ninjas.

Stopping the spinning, Don jumped next to Mikey. He would answer Karia later, and he give her a hard talking to. Anger now fueled his punches and kicks.

Now Don and Mikey were back to back. There seemed to be no end to them, but Don could see their numbers lessening. He only prayed that this would finish before they did.

Mikey laughed as he heaved to catch his breath, "Dude, you tell us…that you made so many friends!"

"Ha." Don panted, but he smiled. "They call me the quiet type, but these guys…take the cake."

"Speaking…" Mikey high kicked, and landed, "of cake. You so owe me…your famous German chocolate…Don."

"You've go it, Mikey."

Suddenly a very skilled ninja was attacking Don. With his mind blurry with adrenaline and exhaustion, Don didn't see who it was until the ninja addressed him.

"Donatello!" Karia called again. Don eyes opened wide seeing the Japanese woman fighting just him. All the ninjas seemed to back away, or were they all attacking Mikey?

Don deflected her sword with his bo. "Karia, what is the meaning of this?" Dodge the high kick, stand, and attack.

Karia was not the Shredder's daughter for stupid reasons. Karia meet Don attack for attack. It was like fighting a mirror that could punch back!

"My father commands that we…HIYA…bring you to him." Karia answered, and the ninjitsu tango continued.

Don was sweating now. His arms were straining, and slowly his skills began to wane. Karia took full advantage of this. Still her attacks were not lethally indented, so the obvious fear of the battle was over.

Panting, Don demanded, "Fine! Just promise you'll let my brother leave in safety."

"We have other orders." Karia said in a stone cold tone that hit Don's chest like a bullet. Turning to Mikey, Don watched in horror as his little brother became helplessly surrounded and outnumbered.

"Our orders were to kill anyone who interferes."


Leo glanced down at the phone clutched in his hand. Driving one handed, Leo lead Raph down the dark streets toward the docks. Breathing heavily behind the full-masked helmet, Leo pressed the accelerator more.

He only hoped that he wasn't too late.


"NO!" Don screamed as he attacked with all his energy. Karia anticipated this type of reaction, but she did not expect so much anger to erupt within the calmest of the turtles. Now his attacks were aimed to kill. Putting all of the twenty years of experience and training into each sweep of his staff, Don was easily turning the tide.

"I thought you CHANGED!" Don screamed. "I thought you understood! Leo told me everything! How you helped them find me! How you insured their safety! For that I am grateful, but how you can turn your ethics back so quickly ASTOUNDS ME!"

"I must do what my father commands!" Karia was loosing balance to Don's attacks. Soon it would be over, but she had to say this. "He found out, Donatello! He found out that I betrayed him! All my honor hangs on this one battle!"

"HONOR?!" Don yelled, "That MY BROTHER you're planning on killing, BITCH!"

One strong kick had Karia fall into the floor. Don staff crushed into his arm, and it was easily broken. She screamed against the pain, but Don only twisted the staff in produce more pain.

"I will kill you before that happens!" Don snarled. His foot firmly placed over her exposed neck, and he was pressing his full weight on his windpipe.

"DONNIE!"

Don's head turned to where his little brother screamed his name, and his heart froze. Mikey was on his hands and knees with his weapons inches from his hands. Sweat gleamed off his green skin, and Don could see those shoulders shaking. Ninjas surrounded him with swords raised high…ready to...

"MIKEY! NO!"

Don's heart exploded after freezing. Karia chocked suddenly and pushed Don's foot off of her. Don feel to the ground easily as a drunk.

"NINJA HALT!" Kaira yelled, and the ninja obeyed her. Their swords were lowered. All turned to her and bowed obediently. Don could only see Mikey who fell to the ground instantly in exhaustion.

Looking down to Don who sat defeated on the sidewalk, Karia pointed her sword to Mikey. "I will not kill him, Donatello. That is, only if your cooperate! It is your choice…as it has always been. Will you obey us, or…" Karia signaled, and one ninja gripped the orange bandana tails of Mikey's mask. Pulling up, the ninja had Mikey's face forced to look at his brother. Then a sword was drawn and the blade pressed way too close to Mikey's exposed neck.

Heaving, Mikey and Don exchanged glances, and Don turned up to Karia. There was no choice, was there? Don leaned forward until he was on his hands and knees…like a dog.

"Please." Don breathed feeling tears burning through. "Please…I-I'll do anything you ask. Just…don't hurt him."

"Very good." Karia breathed as she lowered her blade. The ninja holding Mikey's mask nodded to the other ninja. Tick ropes wrapped around their wrist, and Don was forced to stand before Karia…bound once again.

"I have no choice." Karia frowned, but Don did not look her in eye. He couldn't.

Nodding to the ninja, Karia lead them to a hidden black van parked well within the shadows of the alley nearby. Mikey and Don were forced in the empty back of the van.

Karia sat in the passenger seat, and nothing was said the entire ride to the Shredder's tower. Don closed his eyes against all of this madness as he sat reclined against the van's wall. Suddenly there was a familiar weight against his side, and Mikey nuzzled his head under Don's chin. Tearing up, Don leaned his head on top of Mikey's.

"I-I'm so sorry, Mikey."


Leo feel to his knees. He gently picked up the nunchakus and held them against this plastron. Breathing heavily, Leo was kneeling in the middle of a field of dead ninjas. Somewhere near Raph screamed as he slammed Don's bo staff to the ground. He too…fell to his knees holding a little brother's weapon, the only remaining thing of them.

They found the Battle Shell. They found Don's destroyed computers and two shell cells in the back. They found the bo staff and nunchakus and the pier filled with dead and injured ninjas.

What they didn't find…was their little brothers.


WHAA! I'm having a serious issues with Writer's Rush! That's what I call that feeling that overcomes a writer they were as so wrapped in their writing a particular part of the story that it becomes a high for them. Hopefully you guys know what I'm talking about, and I not sounding like a babbling drunk. Anway, more to come, and thanks for reading!!

-Weezellee