Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait, just had to make a lot of changes with this chapter. Things are going to turn in a different direction now thanks to some words I received. Still I thank all those who are still reading, i'm glad you're sticking with this story. Also I have to give credit to a friend named: Glazier Blue, who is helping me with the stories and is now beta reading them before I post. We worked on this chapter together and I hope you all like it. Enjoy

Chapter 12: A New Nightmare

Don jumped out of the way as he saw the fist of Rynnok heading for him, the massive punch hitting the dirt ground, causing small cracks to appear. Rolling to his feet Don looked up to see the massive alien recover and walked towards him once more. He tried eyeing an escape route, but every inch is blocked off by the cheering inmates. And as he knew about fight circles the spectators won't allow him to escape from the fight, so now he's stuck.

"Hold still so Rynnok can crush you," the alien spoke as he threw another strong punch.

Seeing this the turtle then ducked and then rolled out of the way as another swing headed his way. There wasn't that much space to dodge as the circle of inmates surrounding them wouldn't allow him the pleasure of putting distance between him and the massive alien. Said alien; despite being massive in size happened to be real quick as Don didn't had only a split second to dodge an incoming blow. He wasn't sure how much longer he could do this for, especially since he wasn't putting up an offense at all.

Why wasn't he fighting back at all? That's something the turtle thought about as he avoided the pain that was to come to him if those punches hit him. He knew his health, physical wise, is at risk but why wasn't he defending himself? He was warranted to do so. This is something he had to blame on his pacifistic nature, he only fought when his life is on the line, and sadly this didn't seem to apply to him.

"Stay still!" Rhynnok shouted as he did another strong strike forward.

Luckily the turtle's dodge strategy kept working as he did a back flip to avoid the blow, but unfortunately due to him having to react quickly he miscalculated the distance and jumped back into the crowd of inmates. He felt multiple hands grab and shove him back into the fighting circle they had made. The added momentum that had been forced upon him caused his feet to stumble as he nearly fell, but he managed to stay up. The bad part is that the person he tried to avoid is the reason why he's standing...for now.

A rough hand was now enclosed around his neck, as a vice like grip is being applied to his air way. Immediately Don reached up to pry the alien's limb off of him out of reaction, but it was in vain as his opponent was much stronger than he was. Air way partially constricted the purple clad turtle let out chocked sounds as he tried his best to get some air in him.

"Finally Rhynnok has you!" the burly alien announced with satisfaction as he started to raise the turtle up, Don's feet hanging in the air as he was lifted above the alien's head. All of the inmates around the two cheered as the larger fighter now had the upper hand, and just couldn't wait to see what he would do to the much smaller terrapin next.

They didn't have to wait long as in an instant Rhynnok then turned and brought his arm down with tremendous force. The turtle being flipped onto his shell as he hit the ground hard as pain instantly radiated through him. All the air had been robbed from the turtle as he couldn't even cry out in pain to show his discomfort. The moment he hit the ground, he tried with all his might to breathe in as much air as possible, but it was as though his lungs were shutting down. He couldn't breathe.

Sadly he didn't get to take in as much air as he needed before he felt himself being lifted up once again. Before he knew it he saw the ground approaching really fast as he was this time slammed onto his plastron. Again the moment he hit the ground his body seemed to shut down a bit more. This time his sense of sight and hearing went as the whole world around him went blurry and a high pitched ringing filled his ears.

The only thing Don could register was the blaring pain that coursed through his whole body and the feeling of his body being moved. Now and then he could feel the pain in his body doubling. The turtle wasn't sure what was going on, nor wasn't sure if he cared. For a moment it felt like he was floating and the world around him didn't register any more.

The blissful darkness didn't last. His body grew in agony as the world slowly started to return to him. As his hearing finally returned, the first thing he heard was his gasping for air, and then the cheers of the inmates as they praised Rhynnok. Arms burning with pain Don tried to use them to push his body up from the ground. Breathing shallow and labored the turtle tried to register where he was and what was going on as he still tried to get his mind back in the right place. It didn't take that long since he felt the same vice grip on the back of his neck, and just like that he's hoisted high up in the air.

All the others inmates watching could see Rhynnok holding the turtle high up in the air. One hand holding the back of his neck; while the other hand held onto his upper leg. The scene looked like a hunter holding up their prize kill, but the prey is still alive. Chuckling Rhynnok moved in for the kill. He then brought the turtle down fast, and planted one foot forward on the ground and just like that his knee and Don's shell connected. Don cried out in agony as he was on the receiving end of a hard back breaker…or in this case shell breaker. Don could hear various pops going off as it happened, or was that cracking?

The others cheered even louder as the turtle was released, rolling onto the ground as he couldn't move. Not even as he's kicked on his shell. Rhynnok was then gone. Obviously lapping up his renewed fame for beating someone half his size. He couldn't even get a moment's rest as the alien's heavy boot stomped on his plastron, knocking the air out of him once again but thankfully he could still breathe.

"Oh…just my luck, now here comes the guards," Donnie sneered to himself bitterly. Now they decide to interfere after the shell got kicked out of him.

"Lights out you scum." He heard the owner of the boot say before it kicked him in the face and everything went black again.


Back on earth it was night time. It was snowing. It had already settled and was two feet deep. More than anything right now Leo wished he and his brothers could put on human shoes and clothing. Even though that would make jumping from roof to roof a little more difficult, Donnie and Mikey in particular was always vulnerable to catching a cold, and tonight the only thing Raph loved to do more than fighting was complaining how cold it was. They had been out for hours searching for something. Well at least Leo was searching for something. He didn't know what it was, but he was sure it was important. Eventually coming to stop on a roof the red turtle rounded on him.

"Why aaa-re we here fear-less?" Raph snapped at him. The turtle in red trying his best to keep his composer, so his brothers didn't have to see that the cold is bothering him.

"Because w-we are on p-patrol." Leo answered as though this was the strangest question he had ever heard from his red clad brother.

"B-but L-Leo we are the only one'sss out h-ere! N –nooo cri…minall w-would bbbe ooouutt hheerree in tthhiisss! wwhhyy are w-we?" Mikey shivered dramatically. "N-no one i-n their r-righ-t mminndds w-would be." Mikey finished.

"We-ll that ssaayys a lot-t abou-t us!" Raph eyes narrowed at his big brother. Leo sigh in defeat. His brothers were right. No one in their right minds would be out in this, but Leo just couldn't shake off the feeling something was out of place….something bad was coming and he didn't know how or why but if he didn't find it first it would change his family forever.

"Somethings can't be changed Leo."

"Wha- t was that Don?" Leo suddenly looked up at his purple brother and his vacant expression. Had Leo said his thoughts out loud?

"There is nothing you could have done." What was Donnie talking about?

But Mikey distracted the two brother's with his wining. "I thhinnkk w-wee shou-ld ggooo h-ho-me." Mikey pleaded.

"B-but we ha-ve to, to keep tr-yin-g…don't we?" Leo asked them almost desperately. Keep trying for what, he wasn't sure. He just couldn't remember. What bad thing was he trying to prevent? What was he looking for?

"They want to go home Leo. You have to think about them now." Donnie muttered. A new sadness in his voice.

"Ok. F-fine. Let's go h-home." Leo finally nodded. Maybe he was over reacting. His gut kept telling him something was wrong right now…what was it? What was different? But Leo didn't get time to ponder on this for long as his brothers suddenly took off across the roof tops. Eager to get out of the cold. Leo rolled his eyes and started to follow them. They hadn't even reached the end of the building before he noticed something strange.

"Guy's stop." The four of them halted before reaching the edge.

"You sai-d ww-e c-coul-d g-go ho-me?" Mikey moaned. Leo didn't answer him. Instead he looked up at Donnie.

"L-Leo w-hat's wr-rong?" Raph looked at him.

"Donnie…you aren't l-leaving any foot p-prints in the snow?" Leo not taking his eyes off the ground until his purple brother slowly turned to look at him. His expression was for lack of a better word, depressed.

"It's not your fault Leo. It's no one's fault what's happening." Donnie tried to smile at him sadly and that was when it hit him. Now he remembered why he had brought his brothers out here in the snow, hour after hour searching…..they were searching for Donnie. Something really bad was going to happen to his baby brother and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Donnie am so s-sorry. D-donnie p-please d-don't go." Leo reached out for him but Donnie was already gone. He hadn't walked away. There were no foot prints, no moving shadows. Nothing indicating that Donatello had been there at all. Instantly Leo started to feel panic. Looking back at Raph and Mikey helplessly, but word's seemed to fail him. They said nothing. The four now three stood silently as the snow fell harder. The cold was suddenly crushing them.

Leo suddenly woke up in his bed gasping for air. His room dark and ice cold. "DONNIE!" he screamed.

Mikey was down in the kitchen. It was very late at night, or very early in the morning depending how you looked at it. Either way he couldn't sleep, He hadn't been sleeping since Donnie had been taken. He thought maybe a hot drink would help him…well not really but it was worth a try. Sitting down at the kitchen table reminiscing about all the mad conversations he and Donnie had had in this very room. The last time Donnie had been here, he had been sitting in his spot as Mikey made him brown toast with honey and as normal strong black coffee. Two sugars. The young turtle had to wonder how his purple brother was coping without his coffee?

Mikey's eyes began to sting. His brother was so gentle. So kind and now he was locked in an alien prison light years away…how was he going to survive? Mikey knew Donnie better than anyone. He would do anything when one of them were threatened, but when it came to protecting himself…? Mikey shuddered. Oh god! Was he ever going to see his best friend ever again? Was the last thought on his mind when he suddenly heard Leo's voice echo from upstairs.

"DONNIE!" he shouted. Mikey's cup dropped onto the floor smashing….Donnie? Donnie was back! He had escaped and had just somehow beamed back to earth. He was clever enough to figure out how to do that. He was home and Leo had seen him first. Mikey leaped off his seat and ran into the lair. Donnie! Where was he? He could feel the tears running down his cheeks, tears of joy, worry, sorrow…wishful thinking. Without thinking Mikey went straight into his big brothers bedroom looking around for their lost brother. Was Donnie here? Had he found a way to come home to them?

But all Mikey saw was Leo sitting up in his bed, his hands covering his face….he had had a nightmare. Donnie wasn't here…Stupid. Of course Donnie wasn't here. This wasn't comic book world, he mentally slapped himself. So stupid. But Mikey couldn't help more tears fall from his eyes as the disappointment hit him like a hammer. Leo looked up at him in the door way. His eyes red. What had he just seen…? Mikey didn't want to ask. No. Instead he just walked over to Leo's bed and got in with him. Leo didn't seem to object as his little brother wrapped his arms and comfortingly snuggled down with him. Mikey would always come running to one of his brothers for comfort when he had a nightmare, but tonight it was his turn.

Raph had spent most of the day and night punching his bag into oblivion. Normally this helped him when he was angry, upset, frustrated with Leo or Mikey. Donnie had made it for him a few years ago, so he could beat that instead of, well them. Raph smiled a little to himself as Donnie had explained this to him, almost timidly. But shockingly since Donnie had been taken the punching bag had brought him little to no comfort. Raph leaned his head against his bag. "What are they doing to you Brainiac?" The red clad turtle muttered to himself. He could feel the pressure building up behind his eyes. No. He couldn't cry. Not in front of his brother's. But, he missed him. He missed his clever, stubborn, and sweet but 'know it all' brother so much. Raph knew he was going to break down tonight.

Well he couldn't do it in front of them, so Raph told them he was turning in. If he was going to cry, he would do it alone in his room. The red turtle headed upstairs, and just as he was just outside his room door, he stopped. The room opposite had caught his attention. Donnie's room. Like him, his purple brother was quite big on his privacy….but tonight Raph didn't seem to care. Donnie wasn't here and in truth he didn't know how he could ever come back to them. Raph walked over and opened the genius's door. It was dark and messy just as he left it. Half built gadgets of something scattered around every square inch of the floor, the desk and every shelf.

Talk about organized chaos. All that was tidy was his bed. For what it was worth, Donnie always made his bed. Being careful not to step on anything, Raph made his way over and sat down on the bed. It was weird, since it felt like a part of Don still reside here, but it wasn't the same. Especially at the fact that this room may not be used again. Where ever his brother may be the turtle hoped that Don could sleep at night, so the purple clad turtle could at least have temporary escape from where he is.

"Night Don…"Raph said in almost a whisper. Hoping in some way his brother could hear him.


Nothing, that's what Don could feel as he slowly started to come to. Eyes slowly opened to a blurry world as his mind was scrambled and no cohesive thought could be found. Something bright was facing his eyes, making the purple clad turtle not want to open them at all as pain settled in his eyes from the light. It was then a huge wave of pain hit him, and it was agonizing.

Despite the pain his survival instincts kicked in as one thought instantly came to his mind, find out where he is. He needed to look around, but the light made it hard to do so. Trying to use his right arm to shield himself from the brightness, but for some reason found it unresponsive. He tried his other arm, but it produced the same result. Panic started to swell up into the turtle as he tried to move any other parts of his body. But no they felt as if they weight a ton. He couldn't move any part of his body, not even an inch. For some reason he could only move his head. That was the only comfort, to move his eyes out of the light.

Why..? Why couldn't he move? Oh god! Had he been paralyzed in that fight…? His mind started to race as he tried to move again, but he couldn't.

"Just calm down Don, just calm down… " He told himself while trying to slow his breathing, it was bet not to panic this is kind of situation. If he was paralyzed, that would indicate damage to his spine…nerve damage….but his spine was the only thing that didn't hurt right now. His shell protected that… and his shell would have absorbed most of the damage from that back breaker and, wait, if he was paralyzed he wouldn't be able to feel pain and pain was about all he was feeling right now, and lots of it.

This didn't make sense? What was going on? His mouth was so very dry and he couldn't even cough. But when he tried to swallow he noticed a funny taste in the back of his throat. It…it was even burning a little. Drugs! He had been given something…clearly not for the pain….but his mind was clear. Drugs were supposed to dull your senses…aren't they?

One positive sign was that his vision soon started to clear up. Around him he could now see a metallic like room, with a bunch of advance looking machines. Various beeps and hums hit his head as it processed the sounds as he tried to find out more about his surroundings. The more his vision cleared he saw more of the room, and found a row of what looked like cots. Flat pieces of metal that were covered in foam like materials; maybe for people to lay down on.

"Must be…in the prison's infirmary…" Don thought to himself. It had to be the obvious fact because why else would there be machines, cots and the like? But this conclusion didn't bring him much comfort.

Looking down, since he found his head propped up by something, so at least he could assess the damage to himself. His body was heavily bruised as they were scattered all about him. Thank you Rynnok. He sigh bitterly to himself. Of course his injuries hadn't been treated either. Why would the Prime Leader's slave receive any medical treatment to heal his wounds? But then why was he even here and not back in his cell? How much more was he going to have to go through? What else could they possibly do to him before they realized that he was not a link to Professor Honeycutt?

His train of thought was suddenly interrupted as he looked over to his left arm and saw some kind of thin tube attached to the veins in his arm. An IV tube perhaps? Both eyes traced up the tube and were shocked to see some kind of red color liquid flowing into his body. It wasn't blood. It was too bright for that.

"Is…is that what's making me unable to move?" He thought to himself, as he continued to follow the tube up to a weird looking machine that was mounted on the wall. Various glowing lights filled it as well as switches. It looked even complicated for the genius. But hey it wasn't like he was able to deal with alien tech on a regular basis.

Suddenly from the other side of the room, Don registered that footsteps were coming towards him. Slowly he managed to turn his head and to his horror he saw a lone Triceraton walking up to him. He wasn't so much of a guard, maybe the doctor here. The white coat had been an obvious give away. The movement of the turtle's head obviously telling him that his patient was awake brought a smile to his face.

Don noticed he was holding a small computer device in his hand. Quickly he started to type away something Donatello could not see, but he did not like the smirk on the doctor's face.

"Finally awake I see, feeling…helpless turtle?"

Automatically Don tried to respond, slowly opening his mouth, but his words could barely find their way out. The drug was affecting his voice as well. Strangely he found this to be both good and bad at the same time. Mostly bad because there was no way he could ask any questions, as there were many swelling in his mind, for example "WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU GIVEN ME?!" But also good; since a part of him didn't want to have to speak to the Triceraton in his vulnerable position. It wouldn't take someone clever like him to figure out that he was feeling pretty helpless right now.

"Nothing to say? Well that's good." the medic laughed as he moved to the other side of the cot, standing next to the machine that continued to pump the strange liquid into his body. Donnie's eyes remained focused on him. Heart racing some as he had no idea what was going to happen now. "That's what I expected."

He then leaned down to touch the tube that fed into his arm, being careful not to disturb the flow. "In case you are wondering, this is why you can't move. My own creation, a special type of muscle relaxant. It will prevent you from moving your body or speaking for quite some time, but you'll still be able to feel everything that's coming."

If Don didn't have a reason to panic then now he did. For some reason the turtle couldn't keep his attention from the medic's eyes. The piercing eyes were looking him over as if he was a predator surveying its prey, a very helpless one a matter of fact. An animalistic kind of expression seemed to radiate from him as he moved around the cot, eyes not leaving the turtle at all.

"To be honest I was surprised to find that they were bringing in the Prime Leader's slave to be treated. I am so glad they did. There were four of you last time, and you all caused quite a lot of trouble I understand. But I did wonder what you looked like and I have to say that I am not disappointed…. I never seen an alien like you before…it makes it so much more…interesting having something like you here," he stopped on Don's left side, his eyes still locked onto him as he stood with both arms behind his back.

The purple clad turtle's heart was now pounding a mile a minute as these choice words were spoken to him in a sadistic tone. It felt like his heart would burst through his plastron at the speed it raced. He had no idea what this Triceraton, this doctor, was planning, but it was going to be really bad. If only he truly knew.

"An unusual skin color….excellent body structure…and very solid. Quite impressive for one so young. My scanner indicates that you are barely in your sixteenth year since birth." Don's eyes widen as he suddenly felt the medic's hand stroke down his plastron, the massive digits sliding across the plates. Chills shot down his spine as he could feel this and not be able to do anything about it. Not even flinch from contact. The medic wasn't lying when he said the muscle relaxant wouldn't dull his sense of touch.

"…A carapace. I wonder how much you can feel through this?" the Triceraton finished as he continued to touch him. His hand was working its way down, too low for Don's liking. Somehow a small whimper escaped the turtle's lips.

"You know, I've had so many inmates in here but you are the first one who really catches my eye.…" He gave a grin, but one that Don oh so did not like as his new situation dawned upon him.

The turtle's heart race quicken as things started to become clear at what the medic wanted and it terrified him. "No! He…he can't…no, no not this! Not this!" Torture, relentless beatings, hard labor, starvation, but not this! Still but silent, Donnie was in full panic mode as he so desperately wanted to move and get away from this guy. He tried with all his might but his body didn't respond at all.

"But sadly," the medic finally moved up to rub Don's face. For what little comfort it was, he could still turn away. He didn't want to look. This amused the Triceraton doctor. "I'm not allowed to do anything of the like with you."

Not quite relief, but upon hearing this Don felt surprised. For a cruel moment he started to relax a little. But still his fears were starting to get the better of him. His false hope of this line not been crossed was like a bombshell been thrown at him when the Doctor started to speak again.

"You see, since you're the Prime Leader's slave, he gets first dibs. We Triceraton's are very well known for our…apatite." he smiled darkly and right on cue Don heard the doors to the infirmary open. Once again instinct took over as he looked to see who had entered. Right on cue and to his horror the Prime Leader stood at there, a smug look on his face. Every step he took in sync with the pounding rate of Don's heart as Zandramon soon stood by the empty side of his cot.

"Greetings again slave, I heard you had been badly injured in a fight. I thought it would be nice to visit. See if there was anything you wanted to tell me, but it looks like you are not really in the chatty mood." Zandramon asked as he and the medic surrounded the purple clad turtle. Both sets of eyes locked on him. "So, how's prison been to you?"

"My lord, I am afraid he can't speak at all. I have a stream of muscle relaxant going through him. I am afraid any questions may have to wait for a day at least." The medic explained, his eyes leaving Don for a second to bow to his superior.

"Really? A whole day you say? Well I am sure that is long enough for you to rethink your options." Zandramon told the turtle, a very real threat lingering in his tone. But he then looked back at his subordinate a little disappointed. "But if he can't move, how much fun can we have?"

"He can't move my lord, but he can still feel everything." The medic added with a smirk, which Zandramon seemed to mirror.

"Excellent." He looked back down on his prisoner grinning as he watched all the color drain from him. "It may not be as satisfying. I like it when they try to fight. But all is not lost." Zandramon was resting his hand on Don's plastron. Donnie was sure that they could hear his heart about to explode from his chest. "In case you haven't got the message yet turtle, I own you. Every last bit of you, until you tell me what I want to know." The Prime Leader moved to the bottom of the cot proceeding to push Donnie's legs apart.

"I received the reports you gave me," he said to the medic. "And believe me when I say I love the new information you shed light on…it give me the ok to…fully claim my slave," he smirked evilly.

"No. Oh god no. Don't do this to me, please…..." Donnie could only scream in his head, and he was screaming. Suddenly becoming hot and Donnie was finding it hard to breathe as the large hands gripped him tighter. He was helpless, in every sense of the word. But it was only just dawning on Donnie now how helpless he really was. He had never been naïve enough to think that his enemies wouldn't ever cross this line but, truthfully this was a line he actually never thought he would have to cross. He and his brothers had been trained to expect the worst, but this type of assault was something he hadn't been prepared for.

As he felt the heavy weight of the Triceraton bare down upon him, something in that instant snapped. Somewhere deep down, the most peaceful turtle had just reached his limit and all the peaceful and forgiving part of himself was gone. A pure hatred was consuming his mind now, tossing everything else away into a black hole to which there was no return. For the first time he was glad his brothers were not here to witness this. He felt his eyes start to sting. No. He would not cry, he scolded himself as he felt the sharp nails of the Prime leader start to dig into his side. "Father, help me!" A last silent plea from the scared but loving child he knew was just about to die and leave a bitter anger and dark shell in its place.

"And to think, I had no idea that this creature is ripe enough for this…until now . A rare find in this galaxy, one I don't get to enjoy often." He looked at the medic again to confirm this fact before continuing his advances on the scared teen. "A special moment and an honor, for you terrapin."

"He's all yours sir," The medic backed up some but stayed in the room intent on watching.

"In that case you may have a turn after me." Zandramon said much to his subordinate's glee. He then sealed the infirmary doors shut. It was just the three of them now. No one was to enter under any circumstances, orders from the Prime leader.

As the invasive pain began and there was only one thought that was over running Donnie's mind now. A brand new thought that had never entered this particular turtles mind before, but now it came so easy to him that it was scary. "I am going to kill you."


At that same moment back on earth the old rat Splinter had just been meditating. Many and more hours he had been in the higher spiritual realm waiting to see if his son Donatello would appear to him. It had been a few days since he had last heard from him and was starting to worry. He was even considering ordering his son's to take it in turns around the clock, just so someone could be there waiting to comfort Donatello when he appeared again. But right now there was nothing. Slowly Splinter opened his eyes to find it was very late at night. All his other sons were in bed. Probably not sleeping. None of them had been sleeping that well since their purple brother had been left behind. Instead Splinter decided to make himself some tea before he resumed his meditation. He would stay like this all night until he heard something, anything from his lost son so far from home.

But just as the rat added the hot water to the cup, Splinter was suddenly overcome with a painful sensation. A heavy pressure all over his body as though something was trying to force him and pin him to the floor. His limbs felt heavy, but at the same time very painful…. he couldn't breathe. Unable to comprehend anything, the steaming cup slipped from his fingers and smashed onto the floor, but he didn't notice. He was too busy trying to listen to the voice that had just reached out of the darkness, colliding with him.

"Father help me!" it said. There was so much fear in it. So much despair.

"Donatello!" Splinter called out, but he was already gone…nothing. "Donatello?" he repeated. But as fast as he appeared, his son had just suddenly vanished back into the darkness. As the pain started to where off, the rat placed a hand over his racing heart. He couldn't explain it. He wasn't sure what exactly had just happened and although he was sure his son was still a live, he was equally as sure that at this very moment a part of his son had just died. A part that he could never get back. Shaking so much, Splinter had to quickly find his way to a chair before he collapsed. His fingers twitching. He rested his arms on the table for a few moments before he broke down and cried. He didn't know how or why, only the knowledge that something unspeakable had just happened and there was nothing he could have done.

A/N: I hope you all liked. Once again i'm getting help from Glazier Blue and he's been awesome. Now things have taken a turn for the worse for Don, but now something is happening within him. You'll have to wait and see what happens. Still if anyone has any questions don't hesitate to ask me, I don't mind. Till next time.