"Ugh, this is the most boring patrol ever!" Raph huffed in irritation. He groaned, as the four brothers were perched on a rooftop gazing over the city. "I just want to bash some heads already!"

"Easy, Raph," Leo replied, keeping a serious expression on his face. He was kneeling, leaning his arm onto his one knee. The leader lifted up his head. "We need to keep an eye out for anything suspicious."

Donnie rolled his eyes, shoving his tracker back into his belt. "Maybe Raph's right, I don't sense anything occurring tonight. Nothing has been happening for weeks, Leo."

"Doesn't matter, we are still ninjas, and need to keep an eye out."

"Have you forgotten that the Shredder is dead, along with the Foot Clan. We've saved the world countless times, and the Kraang are no long a threat anymore. What's left? Nothing! It's been like this for weeks!"

Soon enough both Leo and Donnie began to argue, as Raph groaned, joining him. "Enough already!"

Mikey sighed, watching his three older brothers bickering. He couldn't bother seeing this, he didn't like seeing his brothers fighting each other. The orange masked turtle glanced around trying to find something that he could do. Then something caught his eye, the door that lead from an attic upon the rooftop that they were currently standing on. The youngest opened the door finding a hose inside.

Unwinding the long hose, Mikey pointed it behind his brothers. "Hey, dudes!" he yelled loudly to distract them, pinpointing their attention on him instead. Mikey threw a shuriken behind him to hit the hose valve, activating it. Water sprayed out, splashing all three of his brothers.

"MIKEY!" The orange clad turtle grinned cheekily, watching as his brothers tried to escape the spurting water as he chased after them, continuing to drench them. He could hear laughter and shrieks.

In one fluid moment, Raph had somehow managed to rip the hose away from Mikey's grasp as the youngest himself was bombarded with hose water. Mikey shrieked, shielding his face as he giggled. "Gotcha Knucklehead!" Raph taunted, smirking.

The water soon died down as Mikey shook off the droplets from his fingers. His brothers were laughing, grinning from ear to ear. At least, with their nonexistent ears. The orange masked turtle could feel his heart swell. They had stopped fighting, and they were now laughing. It turned out that he always knew how to cheer up his brothers and change the mood into a merry one.

However, that moment didn't last long. As pain hit Mikey's arm, something sharp piercing his skin. He yelped loudly, all three of his brothers gathering around him and taking their fighting stances. It was then the four brothers found themselves completely surrounded with criminals, that wore purple bands on their forearms, and their skin were littered with tattoos.

A giant thud sounded behind them, four heads turning to see none other than… Hun, the leader of the Purple Dragons.

Then chaos struck in the matter of seconds. All the men attacked at once as Mikey found himself kicking several, blades nicking his skin as he grunted, twirling his nun-chucks to block the incoming attacks. The sounds of weapons clanged through the air, along with chains rattling. Mikey swung his kusarigama chain, managing to knock some Purple Dragon members off their feet. He grinned in triumph only to let out a blood curling scream. One larger man swung a blade at him, and Mikey felt it. The sharp tip cutting across his left arm.

"MIKEY!" Mikey felt a punch sock him into the back, causing him to stumble back. He blinked hard to regain his footing as he gazed at the arm that the blade had pierced. He nearly gagged at the sight before him. His arm was barely hanging, for the blade had nearly sliced his arm off clean. He could see the pink flesh underneath, blood pooling out as it drenched his entire arm.

Gritting his teeth, Mikey let out a howl. The next thing he knew, his body was slammed against the cement of the rooftop, a searing pain tearing through his shoulder, the sound of bone popping echoing into the cool air. He tried to move, only to feel his right leg being grasped. Kicking with all his might, Mikey then felt another blinding pain. His leg was jerked, forced back further than a leg should be as a loud SNAP resonated around him. This time, Mikey let out another agonized scream.

He saw the flash of purple, Donnie who was rushing over to him. Donnie swung his bo staff, impaling the imposter that had broken his little brother's leg and dislocated his right shoulder.

"D-Donnie!..." Mikey rasped, lifting up his hand only to gasp in horror. The turtle was surrounded, his bo staff ripped from his hands and snapped in half. It was then that his head was grasped and slammed against the cement. The genius going unconscious from the impact.

Mikey scowled, growling as he forced himself to stand. He breathed heavily, trying to fight the pain. Blood was spurting through the air, he could hear his own two brothers screaming. Tears stung his eyes, blurring his vision. He was going to die….

And then a tight grip clasped around his throat, lifting him up into the air. Mikey could feel himself being choked. He could hear Raph screaming his name. The hothead's ankle was swollen, the bone sticking out, revealing the flesh underneath. Raph was yelling and snarling to let him go. Donnie's body laid unconscious, red liquid pooling around his head. Leo's katanas were forced back, the sound of metal splitting.

He was suffocating, he couldn't breathe! Pain was everywhere, blinding him. Then it happened. The impact of his head slamming against the rooftop, followed by darkness.

Mikey let out a shrill scream, eyes flying open as he sat up. His heart was pounding inside his plastron, his wild gaze flickering in every direction.

"Mikey!" his door was forced open, revealing both April and Casey. Of course, his two friends had stayed over. They weren't leaving his side anytime soon.

"I'm o-okay.. I-I'm…" Mikey rasped, trying to calm himself down. Sweat was trickling down his forehead, sticking to his skin.

"You need to calm down, dude."

"Deep breaths, Mikey." Mikey did as instructed, mimicking April as he took in deep breaths. His erratic heartbeat began to settle after a minute. "You okay?"

Tears watered in Michelangelo's eyes. "No…" he replied, hands clenching his bed sheets. "I keep reliving that night…"

"But you're here," April touched his hands gently, holding them in attempt to comfort the turtle. "That's all that matters. And that you will get your brothers back."

Mikey nodded his head, propping himself up higher. His arms were still a bit shaky, but he forced himself to sit up. He gazed down at the cast of his right leg. "I'm ready. I would like to try again."

MEANWHILE

"Agh!" Leo grunted, feeling his shell slamming against the cold brick wall. He was forced back inside his prison cell. His legs and arms were bleeding as he winced. Multiple stab wounds covered his entire body. It was then he saw both Donnie and Raph being dragged in.

Donnie was shoved inside his cell as well. The Brainiac's body convulsing intensely. "D-Donnie!" Leo rasped, hands clenching the bars as he watched in horror. Blood trickled between his fingers, but he didn't care.

Leftover sparks continued to zap Donatello, as the genius' eyes rolled back to his head. He started to seize right then and there in his prison cage.

Raph grunted, his body thudding against the floor in front of the cells. Hun lifted his head up, as the hothead didn't have any strength to lift it. "Now it's your turn," Hun smirked.

"Donnie!" Leo reached out desperately between to the bars to place his hand underneath the olive-green turtle's head, to prevent it from smashing it against the cold floor. Leo didn't care if his hand was bloody, or if he was staining Donnie's head with it. After a full minute, Donnie's body stopped seizing as he laid there unconscious. Leo set his head down gently, immediately checking his wrist for a pulse. Much to his relief, there was one.

"Stop!" Leo pulled back, directing his attention back to Hun who held Raph in his grasp now. "Let him go! Take me again, instead. I don't care what you do to me, but don't hurt them."

Hun began to laugh, a wicked one. "My my my, so the leader would give up everything for his team? Well, too bad. You already got your punishment, now it's this wretched red one's turn." With that, Hun used the same blade that he cut Leo with, penetrating deep wounds into Raph's arms and legs. He sliced the blade across the hothead's skin as Raphael yelped, coughing as blood trickled from his lips. The turtle couldn't even move at all. "Where is the orange one!?" Raph couldn't respond, nor open his mouth.

"STOP!" Leo roared, slamming his bloody fists against the bars. He watched in horror as Hun continued to beat Raph up, in front of him.

Raph was barely conscious, by the time Hun finished. "Take him to his cell," the leader ordered. Several guards came by, grasping Raph and throwing the said turtle into his cell. "Now, bring out the purple masked one."

"NO!" Leo gasped. He watched in horror as the unconscious turtle's body was dragged out. Raph groaned, laying on his side as he faced ahead. He growled, his body shaking as Hun forced Donnie up. The genius turtle's head rolled as Hun impaled the blade into his skin.

Donnie shrieked, ripped from his unconsciousness as his eyes flew open, half-lidded and filled with pain. "That's right!" Hun chuckled, slicing the blade deep across Donnie's shin and up to his thigh. "Tell me where that other turtle freak is."

"N-never!" Donnie gasped, his head rolling forward. The turtle shuddered, before Hun pulled back. He kicked him forward, Donnie's chin slamming across the floor. "Take him back." It was done, as the purple masked turtle was locked back into his cell.

The gap-toothed turtle shuddered violently, leaning his head back against the wall as his body shook. Hun peered at the three of them, a smirk appearing on his face. He wiped the blood clean off his blade. "So it seems that you've all managed to survive day one. And still none of you will tell me where the last turtle is. It seems that it will take longer to break your spirits." Hun laughed manically, turning away before walking down the hallway.