Well, here you have it, chapter 11. I'm getting really good at the whole updating thing. Bet you're all happy about that. Anyways, I would just like to thank you all again for your support of this story, and your reviews. Reviews help the creative juices flow. Without a reader, an author's words are nothing but scratches on a piece of paper.

Anyways, on with the story!

"I have grown tired of this little game." Shredder growled at the weakened turtle being supported by two of his ninja. Shredder's entire being radiated with anger at the failure to break the mutant. Usually, when he so much as clenched his fists, his enemies instantly trembled before him, grovelling at his feat like a peasant to a king, begging for mercy and telling him anything and everything he wants to know. But, this prisoner... this freak, had managed to hold his toungue. Didn't show any signs of breaking, only defiance. Needless to say, Shredder was not only annoyed, he was outraged.

Shredder's hand shot out, grabbing the mutant by the throat and lifting him up so they were looking each other in the eye; scarred face to scarred face. Donatello was so close he could hear Shredder's soft breath against the metal of his mask. Sweat dribbled from the mutant's forehead at the close proximity of his worst enemy.

"This is your last chance, turtle." Shredder hissed, his eyes narrowing dangerously, looking at Donatello as if he were his prey. The turtle gulped. "Tell me where your master is." Shredder said slowly.

Donatello knew what was going to happen, knew that there was only one outcome to this situation. But, as scared as he might have been, Donatello didn't make a sound. He stared defiantly at his captor, making it clear that he didn't care that he was about to suffer for his actions. He didn't break before, he wasn't go to now.

Shredder growled, sounding like a feral beast about to pounce. He roughly shoved Donatello back into the arms of the foot soldiers, signalling them to bring him forward. He stopped and turned abruptly in front of the glass box, facing the puzzled Donatello. With a jerk of his head the soldiers dragged the mutant over to the awaiting box.

Before he even had time to even think about struggling, he was forced into the tiny space, just big enough for his tall frame. Taking advantage of his confusion, the two soldiers slammed the lid shut with a lound 'Bang!', and locking it firmly in place. All of this happening so fast, the turtle's exhausted brain couldn't even fathom what was going on until it was too late.

The walls pressed up against his sides, barely allowing any room for his arms to move, making it feel like it was closing around him, slowly suffocating him as it squeezed what little oxygen he had left out of his lungs. The top of the box just mere inches from his face, quickly fogging up with his labored breathing as he tried to calm down. Through his cloudy, panicked mind, Donatello couldn't help but notice its likeness to that of a coffin. How fitting.

Leonardo struggled with the knife in his hands, trying to force it into the lock of the cell that kept them from their brother, his frustration growing as his patience diminished. He never realized this before, but lock-picking was extremely difficult. Donatello always made it look so easy, never taking nearly as much time as Leo was now. Just another thing to add to the growing list of things he never gave Donnie enough credit for.

"You almost done there, fearless?" Raph asked, getting even more impatient than the leader in blue.

"Almost got it..." Leo grunted. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the knife turned, successfully unlocking the cell door. "There!" Leo called triumphantly.

Pulling the small kunai out, Leo pushed on the door, making it squeak open. They quickly rushed out and towards the large metal door that was left wide open. Leo silently peered out around the corner, scanning the hallway for any guards, before giving the okay. They quietly made their way down the winding maze of hallways, going around corner after corner, and eventually finding themselves lost as they made yet another wrong turn. They looked around frantically, trying to find a sign, a stairwell, a familiar door, something! Just anything that could give them some indication as to where they might be. But, they found nothing of the like. Each hallway looked the same, and they had no idea where to even start.

"Now what?" Mikey looked to his older brothers for answers, dread setting in. They had to move, they were wasting time; who knew what form of torture Donnie was being subjected to.

Torture. Just the thought of that word made an involuntary shiver go down the youngest turtle's spine.

"Nooooo!"

Before either brother could say a word, an anguished scream echoed down the hallway. Their hearts plummeted, and their stomachs flipped as they recognized the voice that scream belonged to.

"Donnie." They whispered, as they looked at each other with terrified eyes. They immediately took off in the direction it had come. They didn't like the sound of utter horror that resonated in their brother's voice, like he was about to die. That thought made Mikey stumble a bit as he continued to run as fast as his legs would let him, dread about to consume him entirely. He just hoped...prayed they weren't too late.

Donatello's eyes widened as he caught the sound of water rushing closer. He looked down at the pipes near his shoulders. His breathing quickened as he realized what was going on. "No" he whispered.

Freezing water gushed forth out of the pipes, splashing up into his face, stinging his open wounds and instantly making him shiver. His breaths came out in gasps. The water started to take on a reddish tint as it splashed into his wounds, his blood mixing with the quickly rising liquid.

Despite his numerous injuries and barely functional, exhausted muscles, he weakly pounded on his glass prison. The red water was already up to his chin, getting higher and higher. With every hit his muscles screamed, his shoulder throbbed, but he couldn't stop his panicked mind. He wanted out!

He struggled to keep his head above the water. He was running out of space, out of air! But, his body was so exhausted, he couldn't keep his head up anymore. "Nooooo!" he used his last bit of air to scream as the box filled completely and his head slipped under.

He could feel himself growing tired. The freezing water mixed with the blood loss and his already weakened, exhausted state making it harder for him to keep his eyes open. He could feel them sliding shut as his efforts slowed down along with his thoughts. This wasn't how he wanted to die.

Memories invaded his thoughts, flashing before his eyes in seconds. Memories of his brothers, his father. Memories of a time before all the pain, all the suffering. He remembered being a kid, running around with his brothers, practicing in the dojo, working on his inventions. He thought of the memories of recent events, of new friends and new experiences. He remembered living, loving. He was going to miss that. The burning sensation within his lungs disappeared as peace overtook his body, his thoughts. Darkness entered his mind, clouded his vision. He could feel himself slipping. His lungs released, his mind drifted. His eyes closed.

The pounding continued as the foot soldiers and Shredder watched emotionless, from the outside. Donatello couldn't be seen though, the water was too dark, too red. He was drowing in his own blood.

An evil grin spread across Shredder's face as the pounding sounded less and less, getting weaker and weaker, until it eventually it all just stopped. All was still inside the glass coffin. The entire room was silent, as if the whole world was aware of what just happened. The ruffle of fabric broke the still air as Shredder swiftly turned around and exitted the room. It was done.

. . . Please don't hate me. Okay, so this is like the 2nd time I've killed my favorite character. Sorry about that. I'm sure he'll be fine...or will he? DUN DUN DUN! Please review!