A/N: Hehe, I love just leavin' messages for you all!

The room around him was blurry and spinning. He tried hard to focus on one thing, which actually turned out to be a harder job than he'd thought. His neck felt as stiff as a board, and his leg and forehead hurt like no other. He tried to sit up, but that resulted in slumping back down on the couch.

"Hey, Mikey!" he could hear Casey's voice, but couldn't see the face. "I was wonderin' when you'd be gettin' up, man."

"Agh...how long was I out for?" Michelangelo rubbed the back of his neck as he propped himself up on his elbows.

"Since yesterday."

Mikey's eyes widened, his focus coming in. "Yesterday? Dude! What's been goin' on? Where's Leo and Raph? Is Donny here?"

Casey got up and grabbed a glass, filling it with water. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Settle down." He handed Mike the glass, which the turtle accepted gratefully. "They all took off to find Master Splinter."

After gulping the water down, Mike wiped his beak with the back of his hand. "Splinters gone too?"

Casey nodded. "Yeah, Leo and the others think somethin' happened to him."

"WHAT! Oh, ow! Ow ow ow ow!" He clamped his hands over his head, thinking that that would help the sudden headache he'd received from yelling.

"Now, I have orders." Casey said sternly. "You are not to leave this house, got it?"

"Aw c'mon Case!" Mikey pleaded. "I want in on the action too!"

"Nope, no can do, buddy." Casey said. "You've had enough, and besides Leo'll kill me if he found out somethin' else happened to yah. Got it?"

Groaning, Mikey flopped back down on the couch. After thinking matters over, he allowed for a sly smile to cross his face. "Sure thing dude...I got it."


"Such a shame you have to witness the death of your own sensei." Snickered a member of The Foot.

Raph stood next to Don, glowering at the masked ninja in front of him. The follower of Shredder laughed in the turtles faces before retreating to trail behind the other members from The Foot.

Raph yanked against the chains, wanting more than anything to rip these guys to pieces. "Why I oughtta...!"

"Let it go."

Raph looked at Don, his head hanging low with a miserably heartbreaking expression on his face. "What did you say?"

Don gazed at his brother out of the corner of his eye, saying nothing. He sighed instead, sounding as if all was lost.

"You can't tell me you don't want revenge on these imbeciles!" Raph sounded shocked at Donatello's behavior.

"There's nothing we can do Raph!" Don suddenly snapped back. "Let it go. We lost."

Astonished, Raphael protested. "I don't believe what I'm hearin'. You act like you ain't a ninja, like nothin's worth fightin' for."

"Raph...don't."

"Well lemme tell yah somethin' smart guy!" Raphael growled. "Whether I die this minute, or live on to see tomorrow, there ain't no way I'm gonna give up on fightin' for what I believe in!" He looked his brother up and down. "Looks like you already did give up."

Don stared up at Raph, a new change of heart. "You think so?"

Scoffing, Raphael glanced at Don. "Buddy, I know so."

Don smiled. "Then allow me to turn you to the right page."

Curious, Raph watched as Don whistled at one of guards. "Hey! You! Get over here!"

"That's it Donny!" Raph chuckled, amazed by Don's quick turn around.

"That's right, you, yah bafoon! I said get over here!"

The Purple Dragon punk that was being taunted hotly marched his way up to the chained turtles. "You talkin' to me, big mouth?"

"Maybe." said Don. "But I didn't think a moron like you spoke English!"

Raph let out a burst of laughter, as Don taunting the guy again. "C'mon, mister big strong guy? Psh, bet you couldn't even swing that axe in your hand!"

"Why you little...!" The punker took hold of the axe and raised it.

"Oh, so now you're a tough guy, huh?" Don laughed. "C'mon swing at me! Betcha couldn't take my head off!"

Just as he said that, the green mohawked gang member took a swing at Don's head. Raph closed his eyes for fear of a possible decapitation.

Shwing!

The axe swung in the air, slicing the metal chains bound around Don's wrist. Luckily, Don had ducked into his shell, protecting his head from getting chopped off. The shackles fell to the floor and Donatello was free.

"Ha!" He exclaimed, coming out of his shell. "Told yah you couldn't hit me!"

The Purple Dragon was wide eyed with anger, he raised his axe again to strike. However, Donatello's fist had made it to the punks face before he had a chance to know what was going on. Dropping the axe on the ground, the teen held a surprised look on his face.

He growled at the turtle in purple, swinging at him with his fists. Don did a series of ducks before the kid finally got tired enough to allow him the chance to hit. And once Don started hitting, he didn't stop.

"There yah go, Donny!" Raph cheered from his position attached to the wall. "Give 'em a good one, two! There yah go!"

Violently hitting and kicking the Purple Dragon, Donatello sent a final blow, causing the punk to fall down beaten.

"Haha! Thatta boy, Donny!" Raph cheered. "Now lemme outta this!"