*Mikey P.O.V.*

"I said put him down freak!" I yell again whipping my chain straight for his head. One hit from this baby and he won't just be putting Don down, he won't even be holding himself up!

The man bares his teeth, which I think means he's smiling, and simply moves Donnie in front of my incoming chain. This wasn't unexpected. With just a flick of my wrist the metal end of my chain hits the floor beside Donnie, missing my bro by inches.

Ok, that was just a little too close.

"What do you want Flyin!"

Get it? Cause he's a cousin to a fly, flyin!?

…. Hey give me a break here! I'm stressed out!

Flyin raises an eyebrow at me. Something that looks pretty stupid since his eyebrows are so bushy. Actually this is the first time that I've seen all of his face. I didn't get a chance to earlier, with my fists in the way and all.

Well looking at his face shows me one thing. I sure gave this guy a beating!

"I assume you mean me," says Flyin, casually tapping his gun on top of Donnie's head like he's bored and just doing it to think. "Well, I'm taking your brother. Then I'm going to break every one of his fingers, and then I'll break his hand, then his wrist. I'll keep breaking his bones until he has lived through the same pain that you monsters have put my cousin through!"

Donnie tries to raise a shaking hand to his head. Maybe to stop the annoying tap of that gun, but Flyin just taps my brother's hand with the butt of the pistol instead and the whole arm weakly flops back down.

One of his fingers is very, not straight.

"Oooohoo, and I hope you follow me. I WANT you to follow me. I hope that you get to close and I get to blow his fucking brains out. Or better, I hope you follow me and run into my cousin's new friends. I just sent them a message you see. So come at me. Go on…. NO!? Well ok then I'm leaving. C'mon you evil piece of shit. No need to bring the little guy."

Flyin lets go of Donnie's face but brings the same arm around again and catches Donnie by the neck before my bro even has a chance to fall. He starts walking backwards, towards the elevator.

And I just let him.

I can see that Donnie is trying to dig his feet in, trying to bring his hips back under him to regain some balance. Trying not to be dragged by his neck. But it doesn't work.

Donnie's face is turning red.

Leo!

I reach for my T-phone, dropping it once as my fingers fumbled with its strap. I quickly pick it up and hit my speed dial for Leo.

He's already called me twice. And so has Angel.

Flyin doesn't make me stop. But he doesn't stop moving towards the elevator either.

Donnie's face is turning blue.

*bbbbbrrrriiiinnngggg* *bbbbbrrrriiiiinnnnggg*

"Mikey?"

"Leo," I gasp. My mind feels foggy, I can't think straight.

Leo always thinks straight.

"He's got Donnie Leo. He has a gun. Leo he's leaving. What do I do? What do I do?" I don't yell this at Leo, that would bring to much attention to myself. But I can hear the panic in my voice.

Oh, maybe it's because I'M PANICKING!

My hands are shaking, my voice is cracking.

AND DONNIE'S HEAD IS FUCKING BLUE!

"Mikey stay where you are," says Leo.

"O-ok," I reply.

Flyin has already pressed the button to the elevator and is patiently waiting for it.

Donnie.

I can't take this.

"At least don't hold him by the neck! Let him breath!" I yell taking a few steps forward. Flyin brings the barrel of his gun back against D's head. Donnie looks sideways at it with wide eyes. But he doesn't look at it for long. He's too busy trying to breath!

"After he passes out, I'll let him go," smirks Flyin.

The elevator door opens behind him.

"I hope to see you later mutan- AGH!"

Two muscled arms wrap around Flyin's head. While another pair lunges underneath Flyin's armpit and pushes the arm holding the gun skywards. The gun shot goes off as Flyin is forced to bend backwards by whoever is behind him pulling him down by the head. All four arms then shove Flyin into the side entrance to the elevator. The arms on top making sure that they keep their grip on Flyin's head so that that was the first part of Flyin that hit the wall.

Donnie is dropped into a heap on the ground. Flyin joins him on the floor right after.

"LEO RAPH!" I cry out running towards them. Leo is closer to Donnie and is already leaning down to see what's wrong. It's not hard to tell, since Donnie isn't moving.

Raph is closer to Flyin, who he kicks in the face for good measure as he steps over him and walks towards me. Flyin's head just flops like fish onto its other side.

I'm guessing he was in charge of Flyin's head.

I run up and bodily hug Raph. He takes the hug and quietly adds to it. Wrapping his own arms around me.

"You ok little brother?" Raph asks.

"Donnie's hurt," I squeak pulling away to look at him.

"I figured," says Raph joining me as we both walk towards Leo and D.

Leo already has Donnie in a propped up position, with his lap being the prop. Donnie is breathing heavily, but he's looking around, probably just examining everything. Smart ol' D like usual.

"Donnie, Donnie, I need you to say something. Then we can leave. Just one thing. Tell me… Tell me if it's safe to carry you to the Battle Shell," Leo says.

"Oh it is," I say helpfully, "he just got hit by-"

"Mikey," Raph growls slapping his hand over my mouth. "Shut up."

Rude.

Donnie looks up at Leo. His mouth opens and closes, opens and closes. Then he speaks.

"I-it's ok. N-no prr-problem. N-n-no braeein dam-magege."

He sounds…. Terrible. His lips dance and twitch oddly when he tries to talk, making the whole thing look as weird as he sounds.

"Good Donnie, that's good," Leo says with a calm smile. Leo tucks his arm underneath D's shoulders and legs. Then he lifts. He stands just fine. Although Donnie's long legs make the whole thing look weird.

"Leo let me," Raph sighs walking towards them.

Wish I could offer.

"I'm fine Raph," Leo replies stepping away from Raph and back into the elevator. "I'll need you to carry him when we get home. Now let's get out of here."

I follow Raph into the elevator and shuffle my feet nervously as the automatic doors close. We are a whole pizza roll of stories up so the ride down is gonna take awhile.

D twitches his fingers and rolls his neck into Leo's collarbone, maybe to at least show that he's carrying one part of himself up.

My T-Phone is still in my hand, has been the whole time. I look down and click the screen on. Two texts and two calls from Angel display themselves right next to the two from Leo.

We ran into a trap tonight. I don't want to think about that, but that's what happened.

People need to plan ahead for a trap.

Angel.

No one says anything the whole ride down. And that makes this elevator music even more annoying.