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"It's useless," Leo said, finally stopping with the conversationlist contraption Donny had supplied him with. "I can't get a hold of him."

Raph nodded in response. Worry was overcoming him, an emotion that he wasn't use to showing often. Naturally sarcastic manner was absent from the scene, and in its place was a fear for his lost brothers.

It was raining no more and the wind had died down. Leo walked from one end of the sidewalk, viewed the street up and down, then returned back to his brother. "I just don't get it." he whispered. "Where are they?"

"You're askin' me?" Raphael looked up.

At that moment, as if by cue, Donatello's voice could be heard from the other side of the street. "Raph! Leo! Hurry, I need your help!"

Having one arm around his neck, Donny supported the limp body of Michelangelo, who had not only a terribly large injury above his eye that was gushing blood by the second, but several other wounds, including a puncture wound above his left knee. The stab trickled amounts of redness onto the street below. He was barely conscious, trying to hold on to his awakened mind. And as far as Don could tell, he had at least two broken ribs.

"I found him lying in a heap of trash in an alley." Donatello huffed. Raph came over and gently helped place Mikey in a lying position on the ground.

"Did he tell you what happened!" Leonardo asked urgently.

Don shook his head. "No. He could barely mumble my name when I found him."

Raphael looked over Mikey, inspecting the gasp above his eye. Although Raph was constantly on Mikey's case for always being so carefree or not as serious as himself, these injuries were obviously not his younger brothers' fault. And seeing his own brother, the same flesh and blood that ran through himself, literally torn as if Mike were nothing but a mere piece of useless junk, caused for Raph's own blood to boil. He soon felt his anger taking control once again.

Staring, engrossed by the blood seeping through the orange bandana on the half conscious turtles head, Raph balled his fists in anger. He growled deep in his throat as his muscles tensed.

"Raph," came the feeble voice of Michelangelo

Raphael opened his eyes to see his brother weakly gazing up at him. "Mikey?"

"Raph, listen to me, man," said Mike, taking in short quivering breaths. "Find...Master Splinter."

Raph furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "What?"

"Listen!" Mikey croaked. "The Purple Dragon...they're...they're..."

"They're what Mikey?" Raphael pushed on. "What's goin' on?"

But Mike was gone, last in the world of oblivion to the world his brothers were in. Raph didn't bother with tring to wake him, knowing that rest was exactly what his brother needed. Instead, he let out a pained, outraged yell.

Don and Leo turned from their conversation to give Raphael a startled look.

"He said..." Raph explained through clenched teeth. "find Master Splinter."

Leo looked confused. "Master Splinter?"

Raphael stood and nodded. "Find Splinter."