This is kinda' a filler but it is something I think is necessary to the story to really show how messed up Donatello and Michelangelo have become. So, it is pretty angst-y.

But heyy, quick update!

In the back of Casey's truck, Donatello lay on his back with his eyes staring at the ceiling. Mikey slept near his feet, shaking from the cold. They were travelling to April's farmhouse in the mountains which her father had passed down to her. According to her it was a small place but would suit their purposes. A place to hide from the press and those who would wish to cause the turtles harm.

The escape had luckily gone out with nary a hitch. April had gained a card which opened many of the doors in the facility so they managed to get out of the building fairly easily. Part of her and Casey's plan was to go back in and get Leonardo and Raphael as well but by the time they had gotten out with the younger turtle brothers, police had already began to show. They had no choice but to flee and leave them there or risk getting caught.

Naturally, this didn't sit well with Don and Mike.

Donatello stood up from the filthy truck floor and hugged his arms. It was the middle of March but snow fell on the mountain side, dusting it with white. At least, he thought it was March...

Donnie didn't really know how long he had been in captivity for. Mikey had told him a month but it felt like years. All sense of time had vanished as the days passed in the laboratories. There were no windows in the rooms where Donnie had gone through substance testing or where he had slept so he couldn't even tell when it was night or when it was day while he was there.

Donnie breathed in the cold air and breathed out through his mouth, steam escaping his lips. "I hate all those people who did this to me," he murmured aloud.

"You should get revenge."

Donatello closed his eyes at the sound of his other personality. "What good will revenge do?"

"It will stop further cases like your own. It will give those people what they deserve for harming you so."

Donatello sighed as he walked over to his baby brother who was still shaking due to the cold air. The orange-clad turtle was only covered by a thin woollen jacket which only covered his feet to his knees. Donnie lifted the jacket carefully and pulled it so the jacket rested against Micky's arms and chest. His shaking became less violent.

The purple-clad mutant sat back down on the ground where he had attempted to rest and finally replied to his other self. "In order to get revenge for what those people did to me, I must do to them the very thing which made them so horrid in the first place. I must become them to get revenge. That is something I won't do."

His other self let out a curt laugh, as if to mock him. "How righteous of you! You are contradicting yourself, Don-a-tell-o. You say you don't want to become like those people yet you already are like them. No, you aren't like them. You are worse."

Donnie cringed inwards, worry ceasing his chest and making it tight and hard to breath. "What do you mean?!"

"How many have you killed, Donatello?"

"Wha-"

"How many?"

Donnie's forehead creased as his stammered slowly, "I... I don't know."

"Exactly. You have killed so many while those people have killed none. You aren't just bad, you are worse than them. Stop acting so just and good when you are just venom to this world." Donatello glanced down with shame as his other self began to taunt him. "Admit it!"

"Leave me alone," the purple-clad turtle whispered.

"Admit that you are worse than those people."

"No! Go away," the turtle attempted again, louder this time. He brought his hands up to his ears and tried to block out the voice but it continued to taunt him.

"Those people tortured you to learn about you. They didn't do what they did to cause you pain but in the name of science. You should understand that as a scientist yourself. Now lets take Shredder as an example. The amount of times you have hurt him to cause hurt is extraordinary. The very sight of you is sickening."

"Shut up!"

"Splinter was disgusted by you and your brothers for the things you have done to others. The pain you have caused."

"GO AWAY!

"And your brothers despise you. The very people who you love most hate you because you are the most horrid person they know. They say nothing due to fear you will turn on them."

"SHUT UP! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Donatello's heat pounded in his chest, threatening to break his ribs.

"Your greatest fear is to become a person who is hated, disgusted. To become a person who everyone wants rid of. Who everyone despises. In reality, you are already that person. Go die already."

"Don, you okay?"

Donatello looked over and saw his brother sat up and staring at him with concern in his eyes. Concern which showed love, not hatred. The purple turtle's heart began to slow. Mikey rubbed his eyes and straightened, hugging the jacket closer as his skin paled to yellow. "I heard shouting," the turtle continued.

Donnie looked down and played with his fingers. There was a slight shuffle as Mikey walked over and sat next to him, sitting close in an attempt to gain some warmth. The younger grinned warmly at him, "You call tell me anything, you know?"

Donatello looked back at his brother, his crushed attitude shown clearly in his body language. He sighed and glanced down at his fingers again. "You have already noticed that something is wrong with me, Mike."

Mikey retained his smile but it was much more forced than before. "You mean how you keep talking to yourself? Dude, that is not something I would consider wro-"

"-I have a developed a split personality, Mikey."

Michelangelo's smile dropped with a quiet, 'oh.' Donatello cringed as silence fell between them but Mikey recovered quickly from his shock in order to move conversation along. However, his mind hadn't cleared enough for him to think of a way to divert the conversation onto a different topic so he pressed into the issue.

"H-how?" The turtle stuttered.

Donnie looked at his brother sadly. "We turtles have a - should I say - unique biological make up. Due to this, certain things that have no effect on humans effect us in some pretty harmful ways - just get on with it will you - shut up! Anyway, the stuff they tested on me caused a few of my brain cells to alter which brought it on. At least, that's what I believe."

Mikey nodded slowly as he processed it. "Will it go away?" He asked slowly.

The look Donatello gave him - that saddened, doubtful look - sent the orange turtle's stomach plummeting. He turned away from his brother as tears pricked his eyes, "I see."

Donatello frowned. He wanted to cry too but he wouldn't let those damned tears prick his eyes. He had to be as strong as he possibly could now for his brother. With not a word, Donnie wrapped and arm around Mikey's shoulders in a comforting gesture as his brother cried steadily. "We'll be fine, Mike."

Mikey glanced up, his eyes bloodshot. His voice shook as he spoke and it was near hysterical. "How are we going to be fine when Raph and Leo are still in there with those people? How are we going to be fine with Splinter dead? How are we going to be fine now they have caused you permanent damage? I don't see how we'll be fine, Don, I don't. What are we going to do?"

Donatello fell quiet. There was no answer he could give except tightening his hold around Mikey as he cried himself to sleep.

Okay, I expect some more matters of interest next chapter as we get to see some more of April and Casey. I also want to make these chapters longer as I have the time for it now :D

Hope you enjoyed and please leave your thoughts in a review.