"Mikey?"

His voice did not carry passed the wind that peppered his face with raindrops. The chill in the air causing his body to shiver as he continued to look for his brother. It had been over two hours and Michelangelo had yet to come home. When Mikey got angry he never stayed away for longer than a half hour before everything was forgiven and he returned to being nothing but a loving goof-ball. Being away for such a duration of time was simply not him.

It didn't help that he started to get worried himself and then Raphael decided he would go out alone to start and scour the city for his out-of-character lover. He had waited for an hour before venturing off himself, not taking heed to the fact he was supposed to stay home and wait for Leo and Splinter to come home.

He had tried to play it safe and just look in the sewers; following any bit of evidence that showed that his baby brother had been through with his rather destructive abilities on his hover board. Unfortunately all he could find were signs that pointed up to the surface world. Being the type to think things through, Donatello had argued with himself. He should have really just turned back to the lair and waited so that he could get back up because he had forgotten to take his shell cell and bag with him. But his nature to be the worry-wart of the group had won over. So many different scenarios flooded his mind; Mikey hurting himself and breaking his shell cell, Mikey getting ganged up on in an alley way. Or worse, the stalker finding him.

When the last one had entered his mind he just went up the latter. After his honed -and vivid- imagination grabbed hold of the idea that the stalker was even anywhere near an isolated family member, he forgot all about procedure and warnings. He needed to clarify that the orange clad turtle was fine and was just having a hissy fit.

But now that he was up on the roof tops, usual haunts already checked, he felt on the verge of panic. The likely-hood of Michelangelo being captured had just increased by thirty percent in his mind and he hated figures like that.

"Michelangelo!" he cupped his hands over his mouth to project his voice more.

An olive hand brushed water away from his eyes as he squinted surveying his surroundings. This really wasn't good.

Coming up to the side of the roof he was on, he pulled up his soaked bandanna up to rest over his brows. The water from the storm was making the fabric sag into his vision, blocking out potential areas that he could catch a fleeting glimpse of the one he was searching for.

He rubbed at his eyes trying to clear his head of that worry that ate at his heart that prevented him from thinking logically.

"Okay," he took in a heavy breath finger still over eyes. "Think Donnie... Think... Where does Mikey like to go?"

A rumble of the sky above drifted over his head, cracking to a deafening clap- he lifted his head shouting out, "I know!" that was not heard as the storm continued to churn like a hungry belly.

Turning around, the mechanic made his way to a different district. One that was packed full of late night diners and twenty-four hour fast food restaurants. Not too far would be the arcade that they used to sneak into when they were barely coming into their teenage years. It was Mikey's favorite spot. He had said it was a place that was full of fun memories.

Donatello came to a stop, the wet gravel on the roof causing his feet to slip a few inches. There was a particularly bad scuff mark on a metal railing that peeled off the red paint reveling the silver colored pipes underneath. Coming up to it, he ran his fingers over the mark. The angle, the force, this definitely had been done by his over hyper sibling. Judging by how the metal was bent and the chips of hover board-board, he estimated that the little thing would have to undergo some major repairs. Then again that also meant that Mikey was on foot now, so he would be easier to track.

Sure enough, he found small traces here and there. Jumping from one roof to the other he caught sight of the blaring orange color of the hover board the next roof top over. But there was no Mikey.

His heart started to hammer in his chest.

He didn't know when he had started to run, he was unaware that of the thoughts that had died only to allow that worry seethe inside like an untempered metal in forge flames. Coiling his legs, he launched himself over to the other roof top. With a graceful land he slowed his momentum coming up to the broken hover board.

A small device was sitting on the two halves, the glowing face of the Ipod looking up to the sky that cried. Thunder rumbled as the soft voice sobbed out his name, over and over, the small file set on repeat.

Donatello's knees felt week as they buckled together, sending him down since his legs could hold himself up no longer. He reached forward, taking hold of the Ipod and bringing to close to him. His eyes staring at the device as if it would reveal the secrets of a mad man's mind to him. This bastard had done what he had feared this whole time. This freak of nature had moved to his family, taking from him, harming in ways he did not know.

He felt his lip pull back in a snarl as his teeth gritted. He had had enough of this!

"Ah, Donatello," a sultry voice spoke behind him. All of his muscles tensing at the sound. He knew that voice and he knew that hearing it was never a good thing. "I see you have found my little gift to you."

"Gift?" he growled, clutching the Ipod tighter to the point the housing threatened to crack.

He more had felt the movement of that slender body as the human came to his side, squatting down. Jade eyes looking to the object he held. "Mmm, yes, you see originally it was supposed to be you," those eyes turning up to his face, hand reaching out to pet his smooth head and strong jaw. His breathing came through his teeth. He was bottling everything at the moment, only because he knew this person did not travel alone. Because he had to keep his head about him or he would never see Mikey again.

The person continued to caress, "You with your brilliance, and handsome face. The way you move and the sound of your laugh. I admire the focus and discipline you show, it's so much more than Leonardo. But you refused to reply to any of my gifts, and you forced me to make a move I didn't want to."

The human clad in black made him look at the pale face framed by darkness. Painted lips twisted in a smirk as a tongue swiped out, "But I have to admit, I am satisfied with his taste."

"You bitch, Karai!" He couldn't handle it any more, he swung his fist at her. She managed to back away, a laugh belted out as she moved towards him once more. Her hands grabbed his wrists, her face becoming a mock of an apology.

"I didn't mean it, I wouldn't touch him like that. Only you my dear Donatello, only you," she pushed her body flush against his, her nails digging into the tops of his hands prickling him.

She moved her hand away, and with quick speed jabbed something into his side causing him to grimace. He pushed at her, forcing her away from him as the sting started to spread into a numbness. Looking down, he found a syringe. Fingers, already getting hard to move, pulled the object's needle out of his skin. It dropped, eyes rolling back into his head as his body collapsed.

The glass broke as the woman smiled to herself.

To Be Continued...