AN: There's been a serious lack of Donny and Mikey in this fic, but now is the time for that to change! This chapter will be mostly their point of view.

Enjoy! :)

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Chapter 9: Lost

"I DIDN'T EAT YOUR SLICE OF PIZZA, I SWEAR!!"

Michelangelo woke with a start. Brow sweating, eyes wide, and breathing rapid, the young turtle looked in all directions for his brother, Raphael, who was chasing him around not but a few moments ago. The realization that his worst fears had only been a nightmare made him sigh with relief. It was a good thing too. He'd already been pummeled once for doing such an act towards his hot tempered older sibling.

It wasn't too long until Mikey felt that there was something odd about his current state. The sky was... moving? And then there was that hungry rumbling noise coming from above him. Michelangelo cocked his head back and found a matching pair of eyes and whiskers to go along with the cat-like growling, followed by a sharp set of fangs that were clamped onto his left arm...

"Klunk?"

The ninja turned his body enough to see things right-side up again.

A jaguar's eyes flickered, locking onto Michelangelo's frightened ones.

"Y-you're definitely not Klunk!"

The large feline roared in his face.

"YAHHH!" Mikey let out a high-pitched squeal, yanking his arms out of the cat's jaws. It wasn't a very smart idea seeing as the razor-like teeth cut through his flesh like a warm blade through a stick of butter, but he ignored the pain and focused on getting as far away from his potential killer as soon as possible.

Michelangelo ran faster than he ever had in his life, even faster than when Raph was hot on his shell. This, however, didn't stop the jaguar from letting it's succulent, green meal from escaping.

'Oh man! This may be the only time I ever wish that Raph was doing the chasing instead!' Michelangelo picked up the pace, all the while trying to figure out his next plan of action. The jaguar had plenty of stamina to spare, but Mikey, having been injected with that drug earlier, was still out of sorts. There was no way he'd be able to keep this game of cat and mouse up for very long.

"C'mon Mikey! Think, THINK!!" The turtle leaped over some fallen trees and maneuvered his way around the harsh jungle terrain. His little feline friend didn't seem to be having any problem with these conditions.

"Okay. What did Klunk used to get distracted by?" He thought for a minute. "Let's see... a ball of yarn! No. That wouldn't work. Yarn doesn't grow in the jungle, does it? Well then, how about this?" He snatched a large leaf while running and turned to dangle the thing in the jaguar's face.

"Here kitty, kitty! Looky what I got!"

RAAAUURRRRRR!!!!

"Guess not!"

Mikey threw the leaf away and kept going. "That did NOT go well. Guess 'Fluffy' doesn't wanna play right now." He looked back at his pursuer and gulped when he got a glimpse of those pearly whites.

"Aw, come on! You don't wanna eat me. I'm too tough and full of carbs. And I certainly don't taste good, I don't think..." Michelangelo's attempt to quell the beast's hunger was in vain. If anything, his helpless cries only made the jaguar more intent on capturing him.

Although it had only been about a minute or two, Mikey was starting to get tired. The effects of the sedative were slow to wear off, his legs still feeling a bit numb. If he wasn't able to lose this cat soon, he'd become its next chew toy!

"I need a distraction, I need a distraction, I need a distraction, I need a distraction, I need a-"

CLAMP

GRAAAHHHOOOO!!

The turtle stopped in his tracks and carefully glanced behind him to see what the ruckus was about. At first, he thought the jaguar had gotten itself stuck in a hole or a ditch. The cat was desperately trying to remove it's paw from something, but he couldn't tell what.

"Phew! That was too close for comfort." Michelangelo wiped his forehead. Being the brother with the gift of agility had its advantages.

The feline's features were wrinkled in what looked like pain, which hinted that maybe this was more severe than just a simple pot hole.

"Huh?" Mikey moved to get a better view of what had preoccupied the jaguar's attention. This should have been the opportune moment for him to make a get away, but it seemed the distraction had affected him as well.

The creature's paw was lodged in between two steel rows of teeth, relentless in its hold. The bear trap was attached to a thick chain and bolted into the ground. No matter how hard the jaguar pulled and thrashed about, neither the paw nor the rusted metal steak was liable to budge.

"Woah! Good thing I missed that, or I would've been laid out on a platter for that thing!"

The fierce roars of frustration from the feline soon turned into helpless howls of sorrow. Michelangelo's conscience tugged at one of his heart strings.

"Aww, gee... I kinda feel sorry for the poor little guy, er, big little guy... I mean, it's not like he had it out for me personally. He's just hungry." Mikey inched closer to the trapped jaguar, but with caution. "Maybe I should help it? But what if it decides to turn on me in the last second?! Or it could be an elaborate scheme into making me think it's been caught, and then before I know it..."

The big cat let out a pathetic growl and licked the wounds caused by the bear trap.

Michelangelo's desire to help defenseless animals in need was at its breaking point.

"Don't worry, big guy! I'll help you out." He reached out to see if he could force open the jaws of that dreadful device, but the jaguar roared before he could get any closer. The turtle yelped and backed up, but he didn't run. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise! Just let me try and help, okay? Then you can go back to chasing me, or whatever." Mikey waited until the jaguar calmed down once more, and went to work. He wedged his fingers inside the trap and used all his strength to pry it open. The thing barely moved.

"Hmm... This isn't going to work. I need something stronger." Michelangelo looked around for something with a more sturdy base. "That's it! Okay 'Mr. Jaguar', I'll be right back! Stay here." He took note of the position the feline was in. "Uh, although you might not have a choice." He laughed sheepishly and sprinted over to a neighboring tree. There, he climbed up the trunk, broke off one of the branches, and returned.

"Alright. Let's see if this works." He held up the 3 foot rod of wood and stuck it in an opening of the jaws. He pushed down on the branch with as much force as he could, making the teeth grind into the bark. Michelangelo didn't know how long the branch would hold up, so he asked the Jaguar for a favor:

"Listen, dude! You gotta help me out here! Try pulling your paw out of the trap while I open it, okay? Otherwise, we'll never get you outta here!"

Although the cat couldn't fully understand what the giant turtle was jabbering about, it had enough sense that in order for it to be saved, it'd have to contribute.

Michelangelo kept pushing down on the branch, while the jaguar pulled away from the trap.

"Almost... got it..." Mikey kept his grip firm. Failure was not an option in his book!

The ninja received an unpleasant shock when the branch finally snapped into two pieces, one still stuck in the steel jaws of the infernal contraption. Mikey had fell backwards onto his shell, the other piece of wood still in his hands. He sat up and examined the splintered end of the branch.

Aw, man! And it was working so well too!" He then looked over at where the jaguar was trapped an noticed he wasn't there anymore. "Eh?" To his left, he heard a distinct purring sound. He turned to face the feline.

"Yipes!" He was a goner for sure now!

Or at least that's what he thought before the big cat started harassing his face with licks and nuzzles.

"Ah! Hey, hey! C-cut it out! Ha ha ha!" He laughed. In less than 10 minutes, Mikey's biggest problem had become his biggest playmate. "Wow! I should do this more often, yeah?" The jaguar rubbed its head against the turtle's shoulder in thanks and licked the slash marks on his arm where it had caught him with its teeth. The blood had mostly collected in the wounds, so there wasn't much of a mess to begin with.

"Aw, thanks dude! You know, you really do remind me of Klunk, once we get past the height, weight, and, uhh, man-eating predator issue." He scratched the big cat behind its ear. "But my question is, who would set a vicious trap like this? Someone could've really gotten hurt! Besides you, that is." They glared at the deadly device that nearly claimed the jaguar's paw.

"Well, whoever they are, that wasn't very nice of them. We better be careful from now on, okay Klunk Jr?"

The feline gave Michelangelo what seemed like a confused expression.

"Hope you don't mind me callin' you that. It's just that I have a cat at home named Klunk and... Hey! Don't give me that hungry look! Mini Klunk is NOT on the menu!" He swore the jaguar had licked it's chops. "Anyway, I need to find my brothers. You wouldn't have happened to see any other mutant turtles around here, have you? No giant, green afternoon snacks today?"

No response. Of course, he was talking to an animal here.

"Ah, nevermind. But just FYI, if you happened to eat a really cranky version of me, you're probably gonna have some tummy trouble later on." Mikey, without any idea where he was going, started walking off in one direction absentmindedly, Klunk Jr. following.

Unfortunately for him, this would be one pet Splinter might not agree to keeping.

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Donatello had quietly observed the man on the television screen who planned to hunt he and his brothers down. By the looks of it, he was German, from the east side most likely, but according to the different ornaments he was wearing, from woven hat to animal teeth ear piercings, the turtle could tell this guy had been around the world and back. And those scars on his face... it appeared that he might've had a few accidents while hunting particular prey. He guesstimated that the claw marks were probably from a large cat of some kind, maybe a lion or jaguar. If anything, this only proved one point:

Jaeger Baldwin was a tough player.

"He didn't look like the kind of guy who would give up any time soon, nor did he seem like a good sport when it comes to losing." Donatello had long since left the enclosure and began exploring this new and unknown habitat. Although there was a part of him that was terrified of his situation, the nerd inside him could not be extinguished. There were all kinds of foreign foliage around this jungle, and some of the animals he'd seen were interesting as well. The fact that the island was more than 50 miles wide made him even more excited to learn what else called home to this tropical paradise.

"Wow!" He studied a large red flower the size of his head that had a similar shape to a venus fly trap. "If my life wasn't in certain danger, I'd be setting up the new lair right here!" Donny was reassured that no harm had come to his brothers, but the worry still lingered. In approximately 30 minutes, he and his siblings would be the next targets of their newest enemy. The chances they could avoid this guy were slightly high considering the size of the island, but if that scar on Jaeger's face was indeed caused by a lion and he was still alive from it, then those percentages were pretty wimpy in comparison.

Donatello sighed. "The only way I'd have any hope of contacting the guys and getting off this island would be to head straight for that reception tower I saw earlier." He had done as Leonardo predicted and climbed a tree to see where he was. "Thing is, that Jaeger guy's base is probably around that location, which means he'll be starting from that point when the time comes. And that'll bring a world full of trouble for me." There were seldom moments where Don didn't have a game plan. This was one of those moments. The only brainstorm he could conjure up was the one where he made his way towards an impending death, namely Jaeger Baldwin.

"Oh well! It's not like all geniuses had a good first fun with their intellectually premature ideas, right?" Donatello scolded himself mentally for sounding so unconvincing. "It's not like I have a choice." He shrugged and turned facing northwest, navigating his way through the jungle and to his (hopefully not final) destination.

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Abelinda hissed violently at a small bush baby, which in turn made the creature squeak and scamper off into the trees.

"Calm yourself, Abby! You'll have your fun soon enough." Jaeger chuckled. He had taken base outside the main entrance to his central headquarters and busied himself with inspecting the components of his gun. It was in his nature to double check his 'toys' before going out on a hunt. You could never be too careful with weaponry. Twice, the man had almost been shot by his own artillery because of sudden backfire. That was when he was younger and more inexperienced. Mistakes like that didn't exist on his hospital bills anymore.

Another reason he chose to sit outside was to get in touch with the environment before heading off. From his ears and eyes alone, Jaeger could predict the weather ahead, the nature of the animals, and which area he would have a most prosperous hunt. He had trained his senses all his life for times like these, earning him the name of the "Human Radar". Or, at least, that was the name his close associates had thought up.

"Sir, we have 25 minutes until it's time." Slicer came up behind his boss, standing as erect as one of the trees.

"Good. Abby here is getting restless." The snake coiled itself next to its master's feet. "And she's not the only one, you know." That same eery smile crept along his features; the last smile those turtles would ever see.

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Back in New York, a disappointed sensei had returned to his home in the sewers only to end up with no new information about his sons. Karai had spoken the truth when she said she didn't know where the boys were, nor had she heard anything about them being turtle-napped. Although Splinter was relieved to find that she wasn't going to become his next greatest threat once again, having no knowledge about the disappearance of Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, or Michelangelo weighed heavier on his soul. The only clue they had was the torn piece of his eldest son's eye mask, and that certainly wasn't a good enough lead.

"My sons... where have you gone?"

All Splinter had left to do was meditate, and maybe, by some miracle, he could get in contact with one of his sons again.

By some miracle, his boys would be found.

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AN: And that's what's up with Donny and Mikey! If you haven't already figured it out, Michelangelo wasn't awake for the part where Jaeger explained their impending doom to them. XD He's gonna get a shell of a wake up call! But maybe his newfound furry friend will help him out? Donny is heading towards the middle of the island where Jaeger is, so wish him luck with that! Leo is traversing further along the outside of the island, and who knows what Raph's gonna do! Guess you'll have to wait and see in the next chapter!

I had a question in one of my reviews that asked if this took place after Leo's training in Central America, before, or if it didn't happen at all. I'm making it after the whole incident with Winters (since they hadn't met Karai before that movie), so yeah, Leo is gonna have a bit of an advantage since he's such a "jungle boy", according to Raph. ;)