A/N: Thanks to all who are still hanging onto this fic!

"Easy!" Raphael growled as he was pushed into the vulgarly cemented room. The jail like barred door slid into place, forever sealing at the click of the lock.

"I suggest you get use to your new room," Hun advised. "You're going to be here for the rest of your life, tough guy."

"Come in here and say that to my face!" Raphael spat, anger overflowing him.

"What!" Hun narrowed his eyes at the turtle. The door slid open roughly as Hun stepped inside the cell. "You dare to talk to me in that way!"

Raphael stood with a smirk on his face, amusement settling itself next to anger. "I'm surprised you understood even that much!"

Fuming, Hun's face became red. "It'd be wise to keep your mouth shut, mutant!"

"Mutant?" Raph crossed his arms in front of his chest, entertained by Hun's frustration. "Compared to your ugly mug I seem normal."

That had done it, Raph had struck Hun's boiling point. The giant of a human charged at the turtle, grabbing him by the shell and slamming him against the rough wall.

Raphael grunted as he tightened his abs, expecting Hun to punch.

"Let me make this very clear to you," Hun bellowed, tightening his grip. "If you want to live to see tomorrow keep that mouth of yours shut!"

With a final blow of Hun's head butting against Raphael's skull, the turtle in red slid down the wall and fell to the floor unconscious. Satisfied, Hun exited the cell and locked the door. "Understood?"


Another blow to the stomach caused for Donatello to cringe. His wrists were chained to the wall, making him powerless to fight back. His breathing felt uneasy and soared his abs. Sweat drops fell from his forehead as he glared up at his attacker.

Dragon Face grinned at his opponent. "I have waited for this opportunity for years." He sneered. Raising his fist, Dragon Face sent another hit against the small of Don's stomach.

Doubling over and coughing from the punch, Don hung frailly with only the chains holding him up.

Pleased with the way things were going, Dragon Face turned to leave from the cell.

"Why are you doing this?" The voice was brittle and soft.

Stopping at the entrance, Dragon Face looked over his shoulder at the suffering turtle. "What did you say?"

Don lifted his head slightly, straining to get a view of his foe. "You heard me...Why are you doing this?"

The tattooed punk stared at Donatello, confusion obvious on his face. Did this turtle really not understand the enjoyment Dragon Face felt from watching him aching with pain? In an instant he was across the room and transferring another strike of his fist to Donatello's abdomen. The turtle let out a moan of pain as the wind was knocked out of him. He gasped for air, choking on his own coughs.

"That's why."