MEANWHILE INSIDE A DARK WAREHOUSE

"Ugh, what the shell just happened?" a voice groaned, bringing a hand to the side of his face only to bring it back to find it coated with dried up blood. He grimaced at the sting of pain flaring up his leg as he yelped. Gazing down, that's when he saw it, bone sticking out from his ankle. It was bent backwards, and he nearly felt bile rise up through his throat. His ankle was swollen, blue, purple and black.

"We've been captured, Raph." He turned his head sharply to find Leo gazing at him. Bars separated them, and that's when the hothead realized that they were in cages.

"Leo?" he staged toward the blue masked turtle. Leo's eyes were dull, his bandana stained with blood. Raph caught sight of the cuts that littered Leonardo's body, blood dried up. "Donnie?" he turned his head to find the purple masked turtle in the cage on his other side.

The genius turtle was conscious, his shell leaning against the cold brick wall. Raph growled once he noticed the sight of the bloody gash on the side of his head. Donnie had taken off his bandana, using it to try to stop the bleeding on his head.

"I'm h-here," Donnie replied, his voice sounding weak. The turtle's skin looked visibly pale, as that blow to the head suffered him a concussion.

Raph sagged in relief, knowing that his brothers were still alive. Wait…. a thought dawned on him, his heart skipping a beat. "Where's Mikey?" When Leo nor Donnie couldn't reply Raph growled, clenching his fists around the bars of his cage. "If he's dead than I swear!"

"All I remember was that we were out on patrol," Leo sighed, leaning against the cold bars. "Then we were ambushed, everything was chaos. I have never seen so much blood in the span of one night," Leo blinked, staring down at the ground as if the image still haunted him. Raph closed his mouth, allowing the leader to press on. "Donnie was knocked unconscious, your ankle was broken Raph, blood trailing down your arm. I fought with everything I could, but then my katanas got sliced and broken. The last thing I remember was seeing Mikey get choked, his leg was broken… his arm was barely hanging almost completed ripped off…"

Raph growled fervently at that confirmation, his knuckles turning white as they tightened around the bars. "That bastard…."

"And the next thing I know, Mikey was thrown against the ground. There was an ear-splitting crack that echoed loudly. His jaw was hanging open, blood pooling out from his mouth. You lunged Raph, but then you were socked in the face, rendered unconscious. I remembered my horrid scream, tears blurring my vision. I saw April and Casey for a moment, they were running towards us, but it was too late. I felt the blow to the head, and everything faded to darkness. Next thing I know I wake up to find the three of us imprisoned in these cages."

"Who did this?" Raph hissed, gritting his teeth angrily. "Do you any of you remember who the shell attacked and captured us?"

"Well, I know for a certainty that we aren't in Shredder's Lair," Donnie mused, closing his eyes. "We seem to be inside some sort of abandoned warehouse, and if you look close enough you can see the purple dragon insignia marked on that wall." The olive-green turtle pointed ahead of them, opening his eyes again.

"So… the Purple Dragons finally got tough…" Leo muttered in disbelief.

"Doesn't matta, I'm gonna find that bastard who hurt Mikey! We don't even know if he's alive! We're getting out of here!" The red masked turtle banged himself against the bars of his cage.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a voice replied, stepping out from the shadows. His dark silhouette stood towering. Raph immediately recognized the tattoos that covered the lengths of his arms and his chest.

"You…. You did this! You're the one who choked Mikey!" Raph growled, reaching a hand through the bars to grasp a fistful of Hun's collar of his shirt. He remembered those tattoos as clear as day.

"You monster!" Donnie blurted as well.

Hun smiled, a coy and wicked one. He spat directly into Raph's face as this only infuriated the turtle even further. He released his grip on the man, as Hun took a step back. "In case you've forgotten, there is not a chance that you will escape those cages." The black-haired man snickered, walking around as he gazed at Leo and Donnie as well. "I see that my men have done a number on you." He stood directly in front of the purple dragon insignia that was on the wall. "And that petty orange one was this close to death," he held out his hand to show the size of an inch.

Raph growled, banging himself against the metal of the bars. Leo scowled darkly, his midnight blues turning into an icy lake. Donnie too stood up, glaring daggers at Hun.

"If you've killed him then so help me I'll slice your head!" Raph growled. "And kill you so hard that you-"

"Your threats are meaningless," Hun turned himself around to face the locked doors of the cages. "You can't do anything stuck inside those pitiful cages," Hun grinned. He then slammed his fist against the bars of Donnie's cage, causing the purple masked turtle to yelp as he took a step back further inside his cage. "If it weren't for those two idiotic teens who dragged that useless turtle's body away, I've would've finished him off sooner." The three turtle brothers shared a glance betwixt themselves, nodding their head in slight relief. April and Casey they took Mikey, and that meant that there was a greater chance that the youngest was still alive.

Hun pulled out a dagger from his pocket, twirling it with his fingers. "But you don't have to worry. I've sent a search party for that turtle freak. Once they bring him back, then I can finish what I started."

"YOU DARE LAY ONE FINGER ON HIM I'LL!" Raph hissed, fists banging against the bars.

"Or what, you'll kill me?" Hun leaned forward, his laughter filled with malice. "Your threats don't scare me. And besides, you'll have to soon accept the fact that there is no chance of escape. I am certain that what I did to that turtle, he's in no condition to be coming here to save your shells. And besides, how could a worthless turtle even save you?"

"He's not worthless," Leo growled, head in between a space of two bars. He glared daggers at Hun who brought his face up dangerously close to his own.

"We shall see about that," Hun smirked, pulling his head back. "For the time being. I'm bored, and when I'm bored I like to do horrible things." His evil smirk widened at the shock written across Donnie's face. "Ah yes, horrible things indeed." Hun twirled the dagger even more. "Perhaps I'll have some fun with the three of you."

MEANWHILE IN THE HOSPTIAL

Mikey sighed, draping an arm over his face. He couldn't handle this anymore. His bros were gone and missing, and he was stuck here in a hospital and bed-ridden? He didn't know what condition his brothers could be in, and whether they were actually alive in that matter. April and Casey had been good with him all day long. The doctors feed him some food, although the vet tried to feed him a lettuce. Mikey grimaced, stating that he wasn't a turtle and would rather eat pizza. To say that both doctors were shocked, was an understatement. April explained to them that Mikey's appetite was that of a human's. Therefore, he was finally given real food.

The turtle had waited until night time. April and Casey were both sound asleep in their chairs. This was now the perfect opportunity. Mikey slowly removed the IVs from his arms, and the breathing mask. He put on a small breathing tube that was hooked around him, with two tiny nozzles that went into his nostrils. This would do.

With that, he snuck out the window of the hospital room. His body was screaming, and he had to bite down hard on his lip to keep himself from crying out in pain. He couldn't move his one broken leg, so he had to drag it as the bottom of the cast scrapped against the cement.

It felt like an eternity just to climb up onto a rooftop. The pain was so blinding that Mikey had to use all of his will power to not pass out right then and there. He breathed heavily, sweat dotting his forehead.

He had saved his bros countless times before, but this was nothing like those other times. This was the real deal.

"Mikey!" he could hear his name being called across the cool air. The turtle grunted, eyes widening in horror. No, no, no, he couldn't back down now. He needed to save his bros! He needed to go out and find them, and he would do it no matter what, even if he was crucially injured.

"Mikey!" It was then he felt a hand grasping his non-injured shoulder roughly, forcing him back. "What the heck, man!?" Casey was behind him, keeping a tight grip on the turtle. April climbed up the fire escape, until she too stood on the rooftop.

"What are you doing out here?" April asked.

"Searching for my bros, what else?" Mikey retorted, trying to break free from Casey's grasp. The attempt was in vain, as he yelped as a bolt of pain shot up his middle and down his leg.

"Are you crazy?" Casey exclaimed, turning the turtle around to face him.

"You still can't go out like this, Mikey," April frowned, walking to stand in front of the freckled terrapin. "You're in no good condition to even fight! You're still injured, you must rest. You need to allow yourself more time to heal."

Tears burned in the back of Mikey's eyes. "I hate this!" he choked, feeling April and Casey slowly and gently lifting him up. It was no use, they were right. He was in no condition to even fight.

"I know, I know," April whispered, rubbing the side of his head as Mikey began to ball. He could feel his vision blurring, before he passed out due to exhaustion.