A/N: Glad I finally got this out! I'm sorry it took so long, I was busy. But it's here now! I don't really like this chapter, but I don't think it's terrible. Yet. I tend to be like that; these get worse over time for me. Maybe that means I'm improving? Idk. Anyway, I won't stall any longer: Go read the chapter!

Mikey looked around. He was in an empty room with white walls, bright lights, and no windows or furniture. There was one door in the middle of one wall.

He sat against the wall, wondering what his next torture would be. When that got too morbid, he started to wonder what April and Pops were doing. They had definitely noticed they were gone by now. They were probably looking for them. But would April and Pops ever find them? Even he had no idea where he was. For all he knew, he could be in… China, or something!

He had faith in April and his dad, though. They were smart people. Well, April was. Pops's intelligence was questionable. Not to mention he wasn't even a person. But no matter what, they would find him and his brothers.

Right?

Yeah, for sure! No doubt allowed. He would get out.

The door opened. Mikey was expecting Gorgophone, but instead, in came Ozul.

"What are you doing here?" asked Mikey, confused. "I thought my torturer was Gorgophone."

"Yeah, well, Gorgophone is a lazy ass," replied Ozul. "Frithjof is just as lazy, and Phobus is having a mental breakdown, so here I am. They didn't even help me pick out the next torture, so I went with a simple one."

"And what is that?" said Mikey tentatively.

"Hooding. But of course when I told the others, Frithjof said he wanted to do it, but stuck ME with telling you about it and setting it up. How is that fair, I ask you?"

"Yeah… not fair…" Mikey had no idea what hooding was. He bet Donnie would know… Where's a nerd when you need one? Ozul said it was simple, so hopefully it wouldn't be so bad.

Ozul was still talking. Ranting, more like. "Yeah, it's NOT fair! Frithjof and Gorgophone never carry their own weight, and they're jerks to Phobus! They are actual employees here, they should be the ones doing the work! AAAAAHRGG!"

Mikey sat there, watching Ozul let off steam. It was kind of funny. But maybe his perception of funny had been altered by not having laughed in like 3 days or something.

"...they are such, JERKS! And I feel bad for Phobus, he's always being bullied and I try to help him but he's pretty far gone and Frithjof and Gorgophone just make everything WORSE for the kid and GOD, I HATE them!" Ozul took a breath, looking like he was going to go on, before thinking better of it and turning to Mikey. "...Anyway. I need to knock you out for a few more minutes while I set things up." Ozul took out a needle, and the world went dark once again.

It took Mikey a moment to realize he was awake. He couldn't see anything through whatever was on his head. He could barely breathe through the tiny hole near his mouth. He tried to move his limbs, but found they were restrained. He couldn't see, but it felt like he was strapped to a chair.

Everything was quiet. And then-

THWACK!

Something hard and sharp hit him in the leg. He yelled out in pain, feeling hot, sticky blood drip down his shin. Pain shot up his leg. He awaited another blow… but nothing came.

Just when he was beginning to relax a bit- THUMP! Something hit his plastron, hard. It didn't hurt as much as the exposed flesh of his leg, but it knocked the wind out of him. As he struggled to catch his breath in the already hard-to-breath-in hood over his head, he was surprised with another blow to his arm. More pain, more blood. He couldn't breathe from pain, struggling to take in any air through the hole in the mask.

Mikey had never been more scared in his life. He had no idea when the next blow would come or to where. Every part of his body was screaming in pain. He realized he was screaming out loud, too. Sometimes he was hit with something dull, other times cut with some sharp object. He didn't know what to expect. He was terrified.

He didn't know how much blood he had lost, but it must have been plenty because he was beginning to feel dizzy. Donnie had drilled basic first aid into everyone's heads, so Mikey knew how much blood he could lose before he died, and he probably wasn't close to that yet, but the possibility still scared him. He knew that if he lost about 40% of his blood, he could go into a coma. If he lost 50%, he would likely die.

Sometimes, Mikey wished Donnie hadn't forced him to memorize these facts. They only made him more scared in these types of situations. He knew that the more Donnie knew about something, the more in control he felt, but not him. Mikey preferred to stay in fantasy land, where he didn't know if it was actually possible for a dog to talk, and he didn't want to know.

He wished his brothers were there with him. They would know what to do. They always did. He missed his brothers. He missed April, and he missed Pops. All he wanted was to be surrounded by his family, hugging them, laughing with them, standing next to them as they fought against evil. He missed Raph's hugs and how he babied Mikey. He missed Donnie's gentle words of affection and his inability to understand basic social cues. He missed Leo snuggling with him and his incessant ribbing. He missed how April would just chill with them and how she loved annoying them. He missed Pops just sitting in his chair and watching tv, yet still getting across the fact that he cared about them. Mikey missed the good, and the bad. He longed for the feeling of having arms around him, hugging him and telling him it was okay.

But what if he never had that again? What if the rest of his life was spent there, alone, in this torture place?

He was tired of believing.

Another blow to the forearm.

It hurt so much more now. He had accepted his fate. April and Dad were never coming to save them. He was alone.

Oh, to hell with that. He was Mikey. All that depression didn't suit him. April and Pops were coming, he could feel it.

CRASH! No, this time it wasn't another hit. It sounded like… fighting noises? There were multiple grunts from outside. Then came a sound that made his heart stop.

"Mikey! We're coming to get you!"

A/N: This chapter is really short. I don't like it. I contemplated leaving Mikey sad and then rescue time, but I love him too much to do that to him. Also, RESCUE TIME! The next chapter will hopefully be good because it's an important one. I'll try to get it out soon. Or soon enough. Bye!