I just struggled like crazy through this chapter. It's not even funny. I don't even like it. *Sigh* Oh well. There has to be those filler chapters to get from one place to the other, right? Anyway, thanks for your reviews. I love you guys. And, sorry it took longer than usual.

The door swung open, unpleasantly drawing Donatello out of his sleep with the noise and bright light. He had worsened, and there was no question to the sickness he had developed while imprisoned. The infected wounds did that. Cold and trembling, Donnie was met face to face with Shredder and four Foot Clan ninja. "Untie him." He ordered his servants, who stepped forward. Each took a chain in their hands.

Untie me? Donnie swallowed. Oh…

It should be around that time. The time Shredder promised to return and kill him after the location was proven correct. He hung limply as they worked on the locks until they eventually sprung lose. Gravity pulled him down, and he was caught by the hands of his enemies. It was the first time in a day and a half that he wasn't chained to a wall. One thing nagged at the back of his mind, however. Why hadn't Shredder just stuck a sword in his skull and left his corpse in the chains? Why was he moving him?

He was carried out of the room and into a brightly lit hallway. It was a big difference in the lighting he had been in, and he tried to move and shield his eyes. But the small motions he made only gave him a dull pain, and he let out a groan. His eyes shut from the light, so he lost track of where he was going.

That is, until he felt water falling on to him. He opened his eyes once more to a dull setting, with rain falling at him from the sky. He was outside? But surely, killing him inside would leave less blood for other people to find? It was dark from the rainclouds, though it could have been about six in the morning. It's funny, you'd think by the way he felt that he'd been chained in there for weeks.

There was a moment when he was lifted, and then he was thrown onto something. Some kind of short carpet, with the vibrations of a van. Yep. He was in a vehicle. Well, the landing wasn't as soft as he thought, for he was dumped sideways and landed on various cuts and bruises. He wanted to cry out, make his pain audible, but he couldn't find the energy.

Why wasn't he panicking? He was going to die in a few minutes. Though he wasn't sure why he was put in a van for this. In fact, he was questioning everything at this moment. Maybe they were taking him to where they dumped Mikey's body. He swallowed shakily at the thought, and tucked his limbs a little closer in to himself. He didn't want to die. But quite frankly, he didn't even have the energy to be worried.

The van drove for quite a ways. When it finally came to a stop, it was so sudden that Donnie tumbled across the floor and into one of the walls. He groaned, clenching his eyes shut, and the ninjas struck out as if he were trying to make an escape. He was seized, his limbs grasped in strong holds and his body lifted into the air. A few seconds of silence followed of excruciating pain, and he breathed with sharp breaths.

When the back doors open, the ninjas holding him leaped out and carried him with them. They were running. Overwhelmed and a bit unfocused, Donnie's head hung limply and bobbed with each jerk of a step. The rain was sizzling on the cement around him again, soaking his injured form as he was hauled across the alley. A door burst open. His head flicked up slowly, his eyes scanning the inside as he found a large room. A few random inputs here and there, like pool tables and card decks scattered on wooden benches. Not really sure of what to think of the room, he was carried further down. A room was opened, with chains hanging from the wall similar to his last place.

He was shoved against the wall by his shoulders, and he winced in pain. His arms were lifted and locked in place in the chains above him. His legs dangled freely this time, which only put more strain on his arms for keeping his entire body up.

The ninja left the room, turning the lights out and shutting the door behind him. And only when he was surrounded in darkness once more did he begin to try and understand what the heck had just happened.

"There." Leo said, and for the first time in many hours, Mikey moved his arms in front of him and cradled his wrists. A few bruises had formed around the edges where the fetters had shoved against him, and he breathed out a sigh of relief when he was given slack. Leonardo tossed the chains across the room, letting them clang against the ground and slide against the wall.

"Thanks Leo." Mikey said, getting to his feet and turning around. "When can we go?" He was itching to move. Itching to get out there and get Donnie back. After sitting still for a while and resting while everything was put out of chaos, he was ready to get a move on.

Master Splinter came in the room just then, with Raphael beside him. He held out his furry hands, holding twin pairs of nunchucks in his grasp. "Here, my son." He said, and Mikey gave a grateful smile as he took them and slipped them in place. He felt better already having his weapons beside him.

"Can we go? Can we go?" He asked, bouncing on his feet as he looked around. Energy and adrenaline surged through him.

"Yeah, we can go." Raph said, turning Leo. "The Jets are tied up in the lab. Let's get a move on already."

Leo got to his feet, looking up at his sensei who gave a firm nod. And that was all the confirmation they needed to set off.

It was around six in the morning, the sky already beginning to brighten. But they couldn't wait for the next nightfall. Not when they knew exactly where their brother was. So they took the sewer tunnels the majority of the way. It was a big risk to take the rooftops, even with the rain clouds blocking the sun out. But they finally got to the manhole cover that Mikey had left open almost an hour earlier. They pulled themselves out, shutting the lid as they moved.

Mikey took the lead this time, trying to backtrack the direction he had run. The rooftops were slippery and soaked, the rain still misting around them. It was refreshing, though. Felt good. They couldn't see the sun rising in the distance, and only a few small rays managed to peek from the clouds.

When they came to their destination, Michelangelo was hesitant. He stopped at the corner of the rooftop and got a good long look at the building. "This is it." He muttered to his brothers, who stopped on each side of him and looked on. The rain hardened around them, thickening the air as they leaped onto the fire escape and made their way down.

The doorway was a crack open when they approached. Leo took a pace ahead of Mikey to examine for himself, slipping one katana out and sliding the door all the way open. He leaned his head in, finding it empty, and then let Michelangelo take the lead once more.

They maneuvered down the hallways, checking each corner before coming. Surprisingly, they found no guards. No Foot Clan ninja on duty. Not even a Jet gang member. And when they finally reached the hallway where Donnie's screams had been coming from, Mikey shot forward without caution. Leo reached out to stop him, then realized there really wasn't any need. No one was here. He looked at Raph, who returned his look with a question. If Donnie was in there, wouldn't there be guards?

Mikey dug his fingers into the handle and yanked the door open in haste, stepping into the dark room and hitting the lights. Leo and Raph raced into the room, shutting the door behind him so that if anyone walked down the hallway, they wouldn't be seen. Two light bulbs hanging from the roof flickered to life after a few seconds of delay, and illuminated the room.

In the far end of the chamber, four chains dangled from the wall with blood splattered like paint across the ground. Weapons sat on the edges of the room, sheathed and obviously used. Mikey took a startled step back at the sight, and Leo and Raph walked into the room with wide eyes.

A few seconds of silence followed as they surveyed the room. Mikey had a fisted hand over his chest, his mask tails bouncing as he turned his head this way and that.

"He's not here…" Mikey whispered with a shaky voice. "But… but I heard him… He…" He leaned against the doorframe, cringing at the sight of the gore.

"Well he obviously was here." Raph pointed out, crossing his arms and looking away from the blood. He instead, turned to Leo. "They must have moved him."

"But where?" Leo asked, more to himself than anything. He took inventory in the room, finally daring himself to walk over to the place on the wall his brother had been hanging from. His elbow pad must have been cut off at some point, because it was on the floor to the side with a ripped strap. He paused when something wet touched his foot, and he drew back. He leaned down, realizing he had stepped in Donatello's blood.

"We couldn't have missed him by that much." Leo said thoughtfully, walking away and scraping his toes against the ground to wipe it off. He couldn't even bear to imagine his brother loosing so much blood. "Let's interrogate the Jets and see if they know where else he went."

With two nods in reply, the two exited the room, shutting out the lights and closing the door behind him, concealing the blood of their brother from their eyes.

Raphael had noticed first when something was wrong. He had heard something fast, like wind, in the sewer tunnels. And when he turned his head down one of the junctions, he spotted a figure running across the other end at full speed. "Hey!" Raph called out, breaking away from his brothers and pursuing the ninja without warning. Leo and Mikey took only a second to follow, not having to bother asking what he had seen.

When he came up to the junction, he spotted two more ninja skip across down another tunnel. He took off, pulling out his sai. "Foot ninja, in the sewers!" He told his brothers, preparing to take down any opponent if they neared him. He broke off down another sewer tunnel, in pursuit of a shadow as his brothers followed after seeing the ninjas with their own eyes.

One attacked Leo from the side. His weapons already drawn, he spun around and nearly dodged the swing of a blade. He rounded, landing a strong kick to the ninja's side and throwing him against the wall. Raphael had taken his own ninja, attacking him with full force of fury. He was angry. Angry at the Jets, the Foot Clan, Shredder especially. Putting all of his attacks into maximum power, he exploded in rage. Ninjas came at him this way and that, all falling at his strikes. Mikey's shell hit his, and he instantly leaned forward, letting his little brother roll over him and take down a ninja coming from his side. Raph turned sideways with the movement, battling with an enemy from Mikey's rear. Leo had flipped over the both of them, ramming his legs into the chest of a leaping Foot Clan ninja.

After a few minutes, the two dozen ninja had fallen. The three brothers stood panting, looking over their enemies with looks of mangled disgust and confusion. "What… what were they doing in the sewers?" Leo asked aloud, panting and leaning on his knees.

"I don't know. But they were headed in the lair's direction." Raph pointed out, straightening up with a huff of his breath and turning his head.

"Good thing we ran into them before they got there, huh?" Mikey asked with a weak smile.

No one responded. Instead, they began to quicken their pace home. The sooner they got the information they needed, the better. It was already daytime in the city of New York, and in a few hours, it would mark two days their brother had been missing. And after seeing the torture chamber, they weren't sure they wanted to leave him with Shredder much longer than possible.