When Raphael finally woke up, Spike was staring at him.
"Oh good, you're up," she remarks. "Want the good news, or the bad news?"
"What's the good news?" he asks.
"Well, we're alive."
"Aha. The bad news?"
"We're in captivity, they've been taking blood from you for a while now, and we're handcuffed together," Spike lifts her left arm to show him.
Raphael shakes his head to clear it. "I don't…Sacks."
"Correct," the person in question's voice floats over to them. Spike tenses and glares. "Now, don't be like that my dear."
"Why don't you go soak your head in cement?" Spike asks through clenched teeth.
Sacks merely laughs. "Wondering how I got out?"
"Not really," Raphael mutters.
Sacks ignores him. "We have a wonderful network, the Foot and I. Sure, you killed the Shredder, but we have other heads."
"Like Hydra or something," Spike whispers.
"Scientists," Sacks continues. "And others. We can still use your blood, you know," he adds. "Oh, and the handcuffs?" He shakes his head. "Truly a stroke of genius. They work so that you can't get out without this key," he holds up a key.
"Isn't that the point of handcuffs?" Spike grits out.
"Well yes, but the difference is, if you try to pick this lock, it explodes, taking at least your arms with it," Sacks explains.
Spike looks down at the material surrounding her wrist as Sacks leaves, looking insufferably pleased with himself.
"I'm gonna kill him," Spike mutters.
"Yeah? Get in line," Raphael murmurs. Spike looks at the tube containing his blood.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," he says.
She looks at him. "You're a terrible liar." He shrugs, raising her shoulder as well.
She sighs and settles to lean against the wall of the case. "I'm sick of these cages. Is it just bad luck?"
He shakes his head. "Why do you think they left us our weapons?"
"Because we can't use them with one arm," she says irritably. Her head falls back and her eyes close.
I sure hope we get a rescue.
~Trouble Strikes Again~
Hours pass, and nothing has happened. Spike looks at Raphael, who is looking weaker.
"I'm gonna kill him," she assures him. "You're gonna be fine."
She bites her lip. You have to be fine. I can't lose you too.
He nods wearily. "I know."
His head falls forward slightly, and he shakes it. "Gotta concentrate…." He raises his head. "D'ya hear that?"
"Your ears are better," Spike reminds him.
The door blows open.