Warning: THERE IS TORTURE IS THIS CHAPTER AS WELL! IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT THEN... WELL, I DON'T KNOW... IT MIGHT BOTHER YOU!

Author's note: I noticed while typing this that Mikey doesn't get a POV in this chapter! I know right? Usually I have all of the turtles POVs... Casey has one this time though! So I got Donny, Raph, Leo, Casey, and April... That's it! They are the only ones who get POVs in this chapter! I couldn't give Mikey a POV this time due to something I want to wait to do next chapter (Leo's tragedy by the way in in the next chapter!). Oh! Just remembered Trek gets a POV this time! It's the last one in this chapter! It had to be that way... Read the end note because I will be revealing something that isn't quite clear...

My Reply to Leonardo15: I can't reply to you normally, but I want to thank you for your reviewing! You give the most constructive critisism than anyone else and it really helps! Thanks for reading! :D

Disclaimer: Of course I don't the turtles & company. I just write about them because they are so awesome! My OCs and the plot are the only thing that DOES belong to me. Thanks to my bestest friend (in real life and though internet like this), Mrs-Raphael-Hamato, who helped me with Raph's torture scenes. Believe me though, she hated doing it afterwards...

Donny's POV:

I am busy working when Annie comes up to me.

"Donatello?" She says, "I'm here to tell you that one of your brothers are in the infirmary." Cliff looks up from where he was working.

"The infirmary?" He asks.

"Yes, the infirmary. I saw him get brought in."

"You saw him?" I ask, "Who exactly and did he look alright?"

"According to April when I told her, it was Raphael," She says, "And other then being unconscious, he looked fine."

"So he's in the infirmary now," Cliff says, "I hope he doesn't break easily."

"Why?" I ask, "What does the infirmary do here?"

"Well, they do what they are supposed to do at first," Cliff explains, "But when you're all better, they start torturing you; usually for the whole day. When did they bring him in?"

"Yesterday," Annie says, "Mid-afternoon."

"They could be torturing him right now."

"Just because you get hurt, they torture you?" I ask, "That's not right!" I clench my fist, but then a thought comes to me. "That one time I almost died, you kept me in a cave while you were taking care of me."

"Yeah, I didn't want the guards findin' ya or they would have taken you to the infirmary." He says.

"I need to inform by brothers about Raph." I say, "I have to get back into the trench."

Raph's POV:

I am breathing heavily. The pain's almost unbearable. My eyes are closed tight and my voice is hoarse from screaming. I feel some kind of liquid splash on me, and I briefly open my eyes a little to find it's only water. What's he planning on doing to me next? Then I find out. He electrocutes me and the water makes the pain worse. I clench my teeth together and lean back instead of screaming.

"I know it hurts," Stockman says, "You can scream if you want to." I don't respond as he electrocutes me again. My fists clench as I feel the electricity shoot through my body. Why is this happening to me? What have I done to deserve this? When will it end? I ask myself these questions as Stockman electrocutes me for a third time. How easy it would be to die right now… No! I can't think like that! My bros need me!

I feel my restraints open, but I lay limply on the table, refusing to move. Arms drag me off the table and I wince. Briefly, I am dragged along the floor and then left to fall to the ground. I feel a sharp pain to my wrist and open my eyes slightly to see Stockman insert a hook into each of my wrists. I watch him walk away and press a button on a control panel. I scream out as I am lifted by the hooks in my wrists. I can feel the hooks rip the delicate skin, muscle, and veins. I lift my legs off the ground a little to only find the pain worsen so I let them drop back to the ground. I try to stand to take the weight off my aching wrists, but I'm left to hang centimeters off the ground. I try to use the wall to hold myself up, but that doesn't work either.

"It's nice to see you haven't given up hope yet," Stockman says, "I love seeing you struggle."

"Go burn in hell." I say. My voice sounds hoarse and weak and definitely not the least bit threatening. I'm breaking. How will I be able to handle what he's doing to me? He's already reduced me to a weaker version of myself. I never knew anyone could do that. I'm pathetic now. Maybe I shouldn't fight it anymore. It's not like we could get anywhere. If they can break me, they will easily break Don and Mike as well. Possibly even Leo! If I die today, my brothers will still have Leo to get them through this place. I'd just get in the way…

My eyes are shut tight so I don't notice as something is applied to my face. I can't open my eyes anymore, but I don't have to in order to know Stockman's not finished with me yet. I feel something slowly enter my mouth. It burns my throat as it slowly travels down to my lungs. I start coughing almost instantly as the pain in my wrists becomes forgotten compared to the burning feeling in my lungs. I can barely breath and I'm fairly certain I'm starting to tear up. I thought I was in worse pain before, but this is unbelievable! Oh just let me die! Please let me die now! I can't take this anymore! I can't get pure air into my lungs no matter how hard I try. With each breath it gets worse. I know I must be tearing up now. It's too much! It's almost like my lungs are on fire! Make it go away!

Leo's POV:

Caden's mood change is really worrying me. He actually fears the guards now. It only just occurs to me how much I need him to be his immature self. I'm definitely going to appreciate Mikey more after this… If I ever see him again and he hasn't changed as well. I worriedly look at Caden as he stares at the ground blankly at my side. He hasn't left my side since he's told me about the accursed infirmary. I grab hold of his hand almost unconsciously. There has to be a way to return him to his original self…right? Doubting myself isn't a good sign. I hope I'm not losing it…

Caden looks up at me as if he knows I'm in need of comfort. I force myself to smile down at him. He shouldn't have to worry about me. I am the one that should be worrying about him. I am always worrying about someone. Maybe I worry too much? I shake my head to clear that thought from my mind. I have to worry. I mean, who else will?

Casey's POV:

Maybe I should've eaten what those losers had given me when I had the chance, but who in their right mind would eat that crap? It looked- and smelled- like something that cat had barfed up before it died from the taste in it's mouth. I probably would've followed the cat if I had eaten it.

I am tired of trying to find a way out of this cage I'm in. I'm just plain BORED! My stomach chooses this time to remind me of how hungry I am. I instantly sit down, squeezing my eyes shut. When I get out of here, I'm going to pound every last one of those punks who left me in here. I'm not one to like being locked away like a caged animal. They won't even let my own to do my business! Crazy guards!

My stomach grumbles again and I wince. Yep, I should've eaten that slime they left for me. Next time I won't skip a meal. Maybe my time here won't be so lousy if I could at least know if it is day or night. The little flickering yellow light given off from the light bulb chained to the ceiling is really starting to piss me off. If it don't stop swinging back and forth, I swear I'm going to rip it from the ceiling. But that would leave me without my only light source.

If I wasn't already exhausted, I'd go back to pacing. Thankfully, I have an excuse to force myself to lie down on the table-that-thinks-it's-a-bed. I know if I wasn't tired, there would be no way I could get to sleep. The bed was lumpy in all the wrong places and, well, it shouldn't be called a bed as it felt like lying on a hard metal table. After I lay down though, I instantly fall asleep, with my rumbling stomach only barely keeping me awake.

April's POV:

Again I find myself facing the Shredder in all his metal glory (note the sarcasm). My hatred for him intensifies with each day. He looks down at me as he tapes the arm rest of his chair with his gauntleted fingers.

"You should bow to me, servant!" He commands. I only glare fearlessly at him. "After all these weeks, you still refuse to obey me? Do you have some foolish hope that anyone will save you? How long will it take you to realize that I'm in charge here and your merely a pawn that I can dispose of in an instant if I so choose? The only reason you still live is because I have so far ignored your continuous misdeeds, but my patience is running low. BOW NOW!" He yells the last words and causes electricity to surge through my body. I collapse almost instantly and glare up at him.

The Shredder stands and walks over to me. He lifts my face towards him by my chin with his hand. He squeezes my cheeks so tightly, I squeeze my eyes shut against the pain. "I shall let you witness one of the turtles death. Maybe that will be what needs to be done to get you to obey me, servant!" He throws me back to the floor, hard, and I barely have enough time to lift myself up before I am thrown out of the room.

As I struggle to my feet, Annie rushes over to me and helps me up. "Are you alright?" She asks.

"Fine," I say, "Annie? I think he's going to try to kill one of the turtles."

"Do you know which one?"

"I don't even think he knows at this time." I begin the slow walk back to my room as Annie follows close behind.

"What do you want me to do?" She asks.

"The only thing you can do," I say as I open the door to my room, "Tell Don to warn the others. They need to be on alert."

Trek's POV (yes, he has a POV!):

It has been a week since Raphael was poisoned by the mine's air. Three days ago, I saw the guards drop him at the mines and I had helped him inside. Three days and he hasn't spoken a word to me yet. I know the dangers of the infirmary, but I sincerely hoped they would not do as I feared to my friend, but it seems they have. There is no talking to him nowadays.

When I look into his eyes, I see emptiness. He's hollow and broken. He moves slowly and with little care. In fact, I remember yesterday when someone had accidentally knocked into Raphael and sent him to the ground. My friend had merely picked himself up and continued what he had been doing without even acknowledging the culprit.

I'm afraid to admit the some nights, I dream horrible nightmares evolving my friend. In one such dream, I wake to see Raphael's empty bed. Fear had gripped me then as I thought I knew what had become of him. I fear in those night visions that Raphael had decided life was not worth living anymore and had gone off to take his own without a thought to how it would effect those around him.

When I wake from these night terrors drenched in cold sweat, I search out Raphael's bed and notice he is still sleep. I remember him clearly that night. He was sweating as well and shaking slightly as if some unknown terror had decided to haunt his dreams as well. One of his hands was resting on his plastron over the blanket and the other was lying over the edge of the bed. It was the only time he looked more like himself. He was even muttering to himself, though it was incoherently. Even that brought a slight smile to my face to hear his voice again.

I remember he had jerked in his sleep and his blanket had fallen to the floor. I had stood quickly and replaced them around him. It startled me to notice his rapid heartbeat and heavy breathing. I admit now that I was scared to wake him from the obvious nightmare that I knew then was troubling him, because I knew that when he woke, he would be back to his vacant self. It was somewhat selfish of me to watch as my friend suffered just because I couldn't handle his conscious behavior.

I must reveal though that as I had walked back to my bed that night, I swear I heard him mutter one name clearly and it wasn't mine, but hi brother's Leonardo. I'll never forget the way he said it. I had froze, half-hoping to hear him say more and my wish was granted though now I wish I hadn't heard. I feel that I had intruded on something private that I should not have heard, but nothing can remove the words from my mind; his low mutter: "Leo…help me…"

Author's note: Alright, a few things I must explain. That gas that burns Raph's lungs is mustard gas. My friend's idea actually... After his day-long torture, he was placed in the trench for...two days. Trek's POV starts three days later after his release. Alright... next chapter will hopefully be out tomorrow like I want it to... Please review! They make me feel so happy!