Well, I met my deadline. That's a start, I suppose.

I'm really sorry, guys. I haven't been in the happiest mood this week, though all of the reviews for Suicide II give me joy each time I look at them. Got some stress issues right now; some conscience related stuff too. And believe me, anything that involves my conscience is enough to drive me crazy. While it's probably kept me alive on more than one occasion, it also drives me to tears at night.

To put it simply, this chapter isn't very long, and may not be as good as we'd all like. I'm really sorry.

So, let's get to it, 'kay?

Disclaimer: If I owned the TMNT, do you think I'd be writing this or putting it in episode form?

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Cautiously, Stockman entered his lab. He didn't want another battle with his Slayer. One of these days, if he was stupid enough to make the mistake of putting his guard down, he undoubtedly knew that his own creation would stab him in the back… Or club him to death with his massive strength, drop a tank on him, incinerate him; the list was endless. And Stockman didn't enjoy thinking about it.

Though protected by a state of the art robotic body, deep down, he was still reduced to a brain in a jar. There really wasn't much you could take off of him. The next step for Baxter Stockman was death.

Once he entered, he found his Slayer standing at the window, watching the children he had control over. The boy didn't have to torture them all at once; he could do it individually as well. At the moment, he was enjoying tormenting them in groups of fifteen, by row. When he did it, each child would shudder, creating a wave effect as it moved on.

The Slayer did this for entertainment. Stockman planned to use it now for something else.

The robotic man walked in and shut the door. This lab was also something like a holding cell. It was designed to keep the little maggot in; if he tried to open the door, the doorknob would send a voltage of electricity into his body high enough to kill a man.

If the Slayer had been normal, he would've been dead eight times now from that alone.

Stopping his activity, the said child turned to see his master, motionless, waiting for his task. He watched Stockman as he went over to a metal cabinet, taking out three vials of DNA.

Stockman pushed a button on the wall and a thin, but sturdy, table slowly slid out. "Slayer," Stockman instructed, "come here."

The Slayer obeyed, hopping gracefully up onto the table in on leap, an impossible task for someone normal. The table was four feet high, after all.

Once he was seated, and a wire leading to a computer attached, Stockman pressed the button on his remote to immobilize him and proceeded to remove part of the armor on one arm. He held the three vials up for the Slayer to see. "These are the DNA samples of the other three turtles. I've decided to use them as well."

One by one, Stockman injected the DNA into the young Slayer. As he did so, the computer nearby printed out the genomes found in each sample. The first showed high quantities of empathic abilities. The second: pyrokinesis . And the last one: a form of shape shifting.

"Ooh, this is a treat." He mumbled softly to his Slayer as he took the final needle out of his arm. "We must use mutants more often."

The first time he'd used mutant DNA, what turned out to be Leonardo's DNA, his Slayer had gained the ability to turn invisible.

As Stockman finished up, he walked back over to the Slayer, who'd leapt off the table by now; coming to know what he'd received with these injections. "All right, Slayer." Stockman grinned. "I have a new job for you."

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While Leo sat against the wall with Mikey, Raph paced the room, trying to think of something, like everybody else. He was just being more impatient about it. Donatello was on the other side of the small cell, examining the walls, looking for any weak points.

There weren't any.

Mikey spoke up from the floor. "What about that chute? It has to be-"

Coming back over to them, Donny shook his head. "Even if I could find it and open it, there's no way we could fit inside it. The only thing that could've probably fit into that thing is Klunk."

Raph stood by the force field blocking their way out, looking at the control panel only inches away. "Stupid Stockman." he muttered. "Couldn't be like all the other idiots that just go with plain old iron bars, could he?"

Though still slightly chilled, Leo was much better now. He held the orange balls in his hands. Don thought them to be some sort of capsules, but what they were made of, he had no clue.

The fact that Sil was alive was enough to send the blue-clad turtle back into the relative means of optimism once more. If she was alive, that meant they all were alive. Even if they would easily pass for dead in the eyes of any experienced mortician.

That was depressing, but as long as there was a chance, that was good enough for him.

To his side, Mikey turned his head, as if looking for something. "Hey, did any of you hear that?"

Raph stopped to look at him. "No. What the shell are you-" He stopped in mid-sentence. "Okay. I may have heard something."

A few seconds passed, each one of them, with the exception of Leo, suddenly perceiving sounds that he couldn't hear.

But it was enough to get him worried. Stockman had a DNA sample, of Leo, that was sure enough. But he'd neglected to remember the fact that the scientist had mentioned the three other samples he had.

Suddenly, Don dropped to his knees, covering his ears. "I hear them…"

Raph, also covering his ears, leaned against and eventually slid down the wall behind him. Mikey followed suit, but with a shorter distance to go, since he was already sitting down.

In seconds, all three were unconscious, in the same position their elder brother had been in so many times before.

Leo went to each of them, feeling their body temperature drop slightly. Thankfully, they stayed that way instead of going down more, as his had done.

There was nothing he could do. Sitting down among them, Leo kept a careful eye on his brothers. The screams he knew they were hearing were something he didn't want them, of all people, to endure. But there was nothing he could do about it. He was completely incapable of helping them.

Helplessness was a feeling he'd never accepted, and now he had to. But that didn't mean he had to by any means welcome it with open arms. And he never would.

Biting his lip, Leo looked at each one of his little brothers. "It'll be okay…" he whispered, knowing full well that they couldn't hear him yet praying that his words wouldn't turn out to be a lie.

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Hey, it turned out longer than I thought. That's good, right?

Well, I'll try to update soon; keep the three-week deadline. Got quite a few other deadlines this month though, so I wouldn't be expecting anything next week.

I hope you enjoyed! Please review!