Author's Note: Hi there, I thank you all for waiting. Now your patients will be rewarded. Just a little note, for some of you who don't know now things take place in the present time, right where the first chapter began. Glazier Blue and I worked hard on this chapter, and we know you'll like it...until the end. You'll figure out why, so enjoy.

Chapter 11: No More Tears

(Not Splinter… Not him… stop! Stop NOW!) Panic stricken imprisoned Donatello begged his body, but it all fell on deaf ears. All he could do was watch. Watch in horror as he went back to the lair. Watch as he approached his father pretending to be in distress.

(You want me to beg?! Fine I'm begging, just stop now… Leave! Let them go and we will just leave.) There. He had said it. He should just go. His family would be better off, not to mention safer with this psychopathic turtle living with them. But the other seemed to have different ideas.

It would be all for not. He watched as Splinter trustingly turned his back on him. Watching as he reached out; grabbing his father from behind with the rag soaked in chloroform. He knew this stuff when used in large quantities was harmful to the victim's kidneys and liver. The other knew it too, but he didn't seem to care enough about it not to do it. He could only watch with silent sobs.

He watched as the one he had called father struggle to breathe as he lost his balance. Sluggishly Splinter looked up at him, his eyes full of confusion and then denial as they landed on his son's guilty expression.

The 'Why' was evident in the rat's eyes before he asked it? Donatello didn't think it was possible for his self-loathing to reach new levels. Unsurprisingly it did as his only answer was "I can't let you interfere." He said as he watched his old father crumble to the ground.

A soft heartbeat could be heard thumping in his ears as the world slowly started to come back to him. A small drowsy groan left his lips as he urged both of his eyes to open. His body still weak from whatever it was that took him out of commission. His head spinning and all his joints felt like led. He just couldn't move, but still tried to open his eyes to see. What had happened to him?

The first thing he saw was a dim light bulb flickering above him. It wasn't too bright and allowed him to open his eyes. Strange, there was something familiar about the light above him, but he had trouble putting a finger on it as his mind tried to catch up with his body. Boy was he still tired. He could just drift off again, but not until he found out where he was. Something was wrong… very wrong… what was it?

One of his ears twitched as a small noise reached him. Grunting some Splinter managed to turn, and to his surprise he saw his smartest, kindest son beside him. But instead of his presence bringing relief, his heart rhythm increase. He wasn't sure why at first. The purple clad turtle wasn't looking at him but instead seemed to be consumed with hanging a plastic bag up on a hook, which is filled with a clear liquid. The bag itself was attached to some kind of small thin pipe that fed down somewhere…?

Curiously, both of his aged eyes followed the tube down to the ground and then back up again to where it stopped at his-

A small silent gasp escaped him as he found the end of the tube imbedded into his arm, an IV feeding into his veins! It was only then he remembered what had happened. Like a sledge hammer, he remembered everything that had happened as though it was only seconds ago. His son, one of the most level headed and trustworthy individuals he had raised had attacked him! Knocked him unconscious and now had him here in the infirmary… He looked down at his body to find he had been strapped to the bed. So he was a prisoner too? Everything else outside those basics all became hazy. No… no he refused to believe this. There had to be some rational explanation, there just had to be?

The multiple straps restraining his legs, torso and arms, too many of them to count, though it wasn't like it mattered anyway as his body still felt too weak to even attempt any kind of escape.

"D-Donatello…" It unnerved him to hear how weak and groggy he sounded.

(Father…Oh god I'm sorry…You have to believe me, he… I didn't want this.) Donatello yelled at his father as though hoping somehow his telepathic mind would be able to hear him if he screamed loud enough. (Hey, don't you ignore him! I - we were raised better than that.) He scolded himself.

At first the rat master didn't think Donatello had heard him. So he attempted to speak again and was ready to listen to the VERY good explanation he must have for this, but he was cut off.

"Father…please don't say anything," the turtle finally responded, keeping his shell to his father as he trembled. Like he was too ashamed to look at him. Instead he opened the valve on the IV; letting the liquid flow down the tube and in seconds was entering the rat's system. At first Splinter got worried, not sure what more his son could be doing to him, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't afraid. He never would have believed in a million years that any of his sons could hurt him, but especially him. Now, after what had happened, he didn't know what to think or even if Donatello cared about his wellbeing.

(You can't even look at him can you? and you say I'm the weak one… You can still stop this…all of it, it can end now and there will be no repercussions…) His inner voice continued. At that Don facial expression twisted into somewhere between a sneer and a smirk. If only his logic didn't have to also be drowning in the emotional pain's attack like a pit of quick sand.

Somehow, even without looking at his father, Donnie knew what his sensei was thinking about the IV. A small tear escaped, staining his mask. It hurt him to know that his father thought he was such a monster. "Don't worry it's only saline…so you won't get dehydrated." in a tone much colder than what he felt. He couldn't show weakness in front of his father or he would know. Splinter's powerful mind could break him. He had to knock him out again quickly. Don made his way to the small medical cabinet. Still trying to avoid making eye contact as he knew if he looked into those loving, understanding eyes, just for one second to see it all replaced with betrayal, he would crumble. Dam his heart! Dam himself!

Splinter couldn't even lift his head to see where his son had gone or what he was doing, but he knew it couldn't be good. "Donatello…why are you doing this…to me?"

"I can't tell you. Please…don't say anymore…don't make this any harder than it has to be," his son responded from across the room. Though he tried to hide it, Splinter could still hear the guilt. This just seemed to fill the rat with even more worry.

"M-My son…please…"

That stung as more tears threaten to escape the dark turtle. He was barely holding it together, but now hearing his father in a weaken state pleading to know what was going on only made him feel worse. He had to be strong. "I didn't want you to get involved… I'm sorry but I can't let you interfere."

'Interfere? With what?' Splinter asked watching his he walked back into view. He knew he had something but Donatello didn't seem to want to show it. "What do you mean?"

There it was, another tear had shed and slid down Don's face. He was starting to break. No wonder he had grown up with such a soft shell…. under his influence and under his brother's thumbs. He best hurry before he lost his nerve.

("No that's not true. He's your father…don't…It's not too late… why? Why him?")

Why indeed. As tempted as he was to stop, to release his father fall to his knees and just cry into his arms and beg for forgiveness, it was too late for him. It had been too late for him a few days ago. Before the junk yard. Before he had started planning anything. When he had reached his limit and almost done something unspeakable. There was no going back for him now.

"I'm sorry." Don said as he finally revealed the items. A small jar and a syringe. Splinter's tired eyes watched in horror as his son stuck the needle into the top of the jar and filled the syringe with its clear liquid. "Please…I'm trying to make you as comfortable as possible. Once you wake up this will be all over and you can do what you want with me." He muttered while he primed the needle.

He only had seconds to think. Splinter racked his brain as he watched him stick the syringe into the IV. After that everything went slower as he tried to slot the pieces in place. Why did his son want him out of the way? And more importantly with what? What could be so important that he would attack his own father to stop him from - Then it clicked! His brothers! Where were his brothers? Recognition dawned on him. But it was too late as the liquid had entered his blood stream. His head was light and his eyes were heavy. "Y-Your brothers…" Donatello stiffen at that. A prime signed that he had been found out. "You…are…after them…."

More tears fell but when the turtle spoke again he retained his coldness. There was a look in his eyes his father had never seen before. Behind the sorrow and regret there was… hate! A hatred that ran as deep as his core. It sent a shiver down the rat's spine, all the way to the end of his tail.

"What's happened…. to you? My son… who has done…this…. to you?"

Donnie thought about that question for a moment, letting it filter through the odd distance between him and the rest of the world. Truth was he wasn't sure how to answer it. Instead, "There's no more time. Just go back to sleep now please." Donatello turned away again not breaking the ice in his tone.

"D-D-Donatello…I…I can help you…please my son…please…no more…" Splinter tried to beg, but the drugs were already claiming him back. He couldn't fight it for much longer. Donnie clenched his fist tightly as he resisted more tears from falling.

Splinter could feel the sedative shutting him down as a coldness bled through him. Donatello was being careful to keep his eyes on the heart monitor. He had given him a concentrated dose. On top of the chloroform and given his age, he knew he was risking his father's health, but in the internal battle he was already fighting with the other, he couldn't allow himself to care.

He couldn't let his father see the weakness. "It'll be over when you wake up…then I'll submit myself to whatever punishment you all will give me…even if I can no longer call you father." Those were his son's last words as Splinter lost the battle.

Donnie waited a few minutes to confirm that he was out. His vitals remained stable. He would have to watch the monitor from the other room. The steady breathing confirmed that he was out and the turtle could finally release his frustration by punching the wall as the slight wetness under his lids turned into full blown tears running down his cheeks. He had been so close to breaking… just like the other night. Just for a moment his mind had gone to such a dark place, and now he was going back there…. No! He would never let that happen again. Pushing the memory back into the darkness of his own head like they were trying to remain unseen. He would make his brothers pay for it….and him. He would pay for that moment of weakness... Maybe he should confess what had really happened? If he could just maintain his composure without all the static and white noise that came from being a living, feeling, terrified person.

At least with Splinter out of commission he could focus without interruption…and without having the guilt eat away at him... well there was still one little annoying problem.

(You're a monster…you could have killed him!) Donatello accused.

"Shut up, he's still alive, what does it matter?" Donnie spat back feeling his anger and resentment now boiling over the surface. As he left the infirmary, he took the monitor with him so he could keep an eye on his father's heartbeat.

(You can't -)

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!" He screamed at himself. He needed to focus. Turn off all the chatter and just have the bare bones minimum to survive. Like shutting off a radio filled with too much static and leaving nothing but silence in its wake. If only.

(I'll never shut up! I won't believe that you don't feel any remorse for this?! It's not just me. I can feel you just as you feel everything of me!)

"If that's true then you know why am doing this? You know when you reached your limit! You know when you snapped and I had to take over!" he spat back, trying to make the voice quieter. "It's their fault! My brothers will know what happened that night."

Donatello felt the shudder as his imprisoned mind realized what he was talking about. ("Oh my god…No! No you can't tell them about that. Please not that. I wasn't thinking. I was upset and I just….I was wrong. I was… weak…)

"Exactly. You were. It was me. I came to your senses. Now I am in charge. You cannot be trusted." He said arriving at his array of computers screens and sat down. Smiling to himself as his inner voice now remained silent. "Good boy."

He turned on three monitors displaying the three familiar figures. He picked up his headset and slipped it on, it was connected to all three of the shellcells. "And so it begins…." He smiled darkly as the one by one the figures started to stir. Resting his elbows on his knees and interlocking his fingers in front of him as his head made the switch to thinking mode.

He remembered been in the van. He remembered he and his brothers couldn't get out. He remembered Mikey collapsing… but he couldn't remember much after that. Everything was dark now, but there was an awful pulling sensation across his chest and on his arms and feet. Pulling so much it was restricting his breathing. Leonardo tried to take a deep breath but it was painful. He tried again but found himself gasping. It was only then he realized that his neck hurt too. It was hanging back, the back of his head resting on the brim of his shell. He grunted trying to move, opening his eyes he found himself looking up at solid stone above him, covered in large pipes. His brown furrowing in a painful frown as he tried to move his arms. Why couldn't he move his arms? Where was he and why couldn't he breathe? Chain….? Directly above him he noticed a long thick chain attached to one of the larger pipes feeding all the way down to….him!

The chain was wrapped around his chest to his waist, secured around the back of his shell….cutting under his arms… But his arms were free… that was odd? The blue clad turtle's heart quickened. The only reason someone would have a chain around them hanging from a pipe would be because they… are suspended and shell! Why couldn't he feel anything under his feet! Snapping his head down to look below him, Leo gasped finding himself ….. high…very HIGH up in the air.

At least a 50-foot drop... below was a deep pool of water that ran from the river from the surface. No no no. Leo hated heights…! Suddenly the large space began to spin and his mouth became dry until he was gasping. Automatically he tried to reach up grabbing hold of the chain to secure himself but found his wrists were too heavy to move…. weights! Weights from there GYM area were tied to his wrist and feet pulling him down? Had the Shredder captured him? Where were his brothers? WHAT THE SHELL WAS GOING ON?

"Hello Leo." Just as he was on the verge of panic a familiar voice reached his ear slits.

"Donnie?" Struggling to reach up and hold onto the chain to try and relieve some of the pressure from his chest, he quickly looked around the space, but he couldn't see his brother anywhere. "Donnie where are you? Are you alright? Tell me where you are?" He shouted.

"I'm at home watching you. But no I'm not alright. In fact I'm very bloody far from alright thanks to you." Donnie sounded cold... an even nasty. Even more confused Leo looked down to find the voice coming from his belt. His Shellcell was attached. Switched on full volume.

A million questions exploded inside his head so fast and hard he had to close his eyes for a moment to try and put them in some form of order. "Donnie... what's going on?" The feeling of dread came over the turtle fueled only by the tone of his younger brother's voice.

"It's ironic isn't it? The high and mighty leader of our family afraid of heights. Well let's see how high he can reach before he falls."

...

Raphael was gasping. He hadn't been able to breathe properly from the moment he had opened his eyes and found himself confined in a very dark and tiny square space. So small in fact that his knees were tucked up against his chest and he couldn't stand up all the way on account that there was a clear plastic lid just above him. He appeared to be in some very long narrow square pipe... A vent! He was trapped at the bottom of an air vent – well that's not what was bothering him too much. No but he just might be the tiniest bit bothered that the vent was filled up WITH BUGS! Huge bloody squirming creepy slimy BUGS! Crawling all the way up the dark vent, under his feet, on...onto his skin!

After a good 10 minutes of FREAKING THE HELL OUT! Raph had never had a panic attack before, but he was sure he was having one now. The feeling that you couldn't breathe and your heart was about to explode... time had become your enemy as it slow down to an agonizing crawl only for it to suddenly speed up again that you wouldn't be sure how much had passed. Now he had to dig deep and find the motivation to tackle his fear. Covering his face and tried not to scream as the spider and cockroaches crawled up his shell and onto his face... This was a nightmare...he was having a nightmare and he WILL wake up any second.

"I've always found it really funny Raph. You scared of bugs when you so enjoy making others feel small." Donatello's voice filled the vent made his hot headed brother jump that he hit his head on the plastic lid above him.

"DONNIE?" Raph stampeded at the phone so hard. "Donnie get me the shell out of here now!" He couldn't keep the pleading from his voice but he didn't care. For the first time he didn't care about sounding weak. He just had to get out of here.

"Sorry Raph I can't help you. You're going to have to get yourself out of this one." The too cool, calm and collected voice of his little brother said. Raph's widen eyes and face paling considerably as he looked up. A sick feeling settled in his stomach. It was only then he remembered what had happened back at the garage...Donnie...His little brother had done this to him! For what may have been for the first time in his life, Raphael was too stunned to say anything.

"But if you're scared of the big mean bugs Raphie, just crush them, you know like you enjoy doing to us."

...

"Where…am I?" Mikey groaned to himself as he slowly started to come too. "Boy…no more horror movies before bed." The orange clad turtle then tried to get up, thinking he was still at home in bed getting ready for the day. His mind still foggy from the night before. The bone weary state of exhaustion that had plagued him the last few hours had now progressed into body and brain wide numbness.

"What?!" Snapping awake and out of the white noise in his brain as he found he couldn't move an inch. Shock as he found himself not in his room, but in some small enclosed room, strapped down to some kind of chair. It looked like a scene out of a suspense thriller.

"Help!" he yelled as he tried to free himself, but the chair didn't move. Seeing that failed he looked around, taking in his surroundings. The room is small, dirty and dim…but it wasn't empty. In front of the orange clad turtle was a table with an open laptop, and in front of it were six different colored buttons on the table. "What the shell!?"

"Wake up Mikey. No more sleeping in." He stiffened as the familiar voice echoed. Donnie? No it couldn't be him. It was to sadistic...? Donnie didn't have a sadistic bone in his body.

"D-Donnie?" It's then the memory came back, being locked in the back of the battle shell. His confusion instantly turning to a weird chest-stabbing, stomach clenching feeling that he knew would plague him.

"Ready to play a game…little brother…" The voice dropping to an almost gravelly tone. "You like games don't you Mikey? And your comic books! In fact I think you like them more than us! Yes you have always spend so much time trying to avoid reality, but guess what little brother. Reality is a real bitch! And right now it wants to take a big bite out of your make believe world!"

A/N: Hope you like. Sorry for another cliffhanger, but that's how things are going right now. Now the fun begins, well for Donatello. I bet you all never would have guessed that he would be the villain here, but that's why it's called a twist. Things will get much better in the next chapter. Till next time.