The first thing Donnie was aware of was a horrible pulsating headache in the back of his head. Which was to be expected considering how full that tranquilizer dart was he had been shot with. Wait, he had been shot with a tranquilizer dart, tied up, and brought...where exactly. It had to have been at least a couple hours since he was shot with it, so where exactly was he anyway.

Don tried to move but he immediately realized that he was restrained, and going by the extreme pressure on his wrists he was dangling by chains above the ground.

Donnie opened his eyes to find his suspicions were right. He was chained to a wall arms above his head, feet dangling at lest three feet above the ground, and in some kind of empty, poorly lit, concrete room. He had been captured!

Instantly it all started coming back. The roof top fight, his T-Phone shattering, falling off a building, Rahzar, Tiger Claw, Fish Face the Foot Bots. Donnie's breathing began to quicken. He was having a small panic attack at the realization of it all. "Okay Donnie boy calm down." He told himself. "You just smashed your phone, are totally defenseless, in the Shredders lair, and your brothers probably have no idea where you are. Great I'm doing a wonderful job of trying to convince myself aren't I? "

"Do you always talk to yourself like that? " came a strained voice that was all to familiar. Baxter Stockmen (or the giant mutant fly).

"Now tell me genius. What exactly is in this syringe the Foot Bots found on you? They said you were looking for Karai. This wouldn't happen to be that lovely retro mutagen that you make would it?"

"No as a matter of fact it's not!" Donnie said as sarcastically as he could. "Now if that's all you wanted, LET ME GO!"

"Oh but then you'll miss out on all the fun were going to have turtle." Donnie knew that voice too. That one all to well. That was the voice that haunted his dreams at night. "Its good to see your finally awake, as you can see I have a room mate for you."

As Don turned his head to look at the door, entering the room was a tall man in sharp body armor, and only one good eye. Behind him five Foot Bots drug what looked to be a large sedated snake. "Karai" Donnie gasped.

"Yes I do believe you refer to her as sister now don't you?" The Shredded said while moving in closer to Donnie's face so he could stand right in front of him. "Well she's not! She belongs to me! Not you, your brothers, your Sensei, your friends, non of you are ever going to get her back! She's my daughter not Hamato Yoshi's!"

"SHE IS NOT YOUR DAUGHTER! " Donnie yelled bringing his free leg up to knee the Shredder in the gut hard.

The Shredder let out a growl, stumbling backwards. "Foot Bots finish tying her up and restrain his legs. I don't want him to move."

Donnie watched helplessly as the Foot Bots drug Karai's limp form over to the wall directly across from him and hung her on it the same way he was. Then the Foot Bots shot out more chains that clamped down hard on Donnie's ankles then hooked to the floor so he could no longer move his legs either.

After Donnie was fully restrained the Shredder turned around to Stockmen and told him to leave the syringe on the table.

"But Master I..."

"Silence, it doesn't mater what it is. We have him now we can finally get the answers we need. Are we clear? "

"Yes Master Shredder. "

"Good, Now Go! Leave me to my work all of you." With that all five of the Foot Bots and Baxter Stockmen left the room and shut the door behind them.

"What do you want with me?" Donnie asked looking the Shredder dead in the eyes, and trying to look as intimidating as he possibly could.

The Shredded let out a demented laugh. "HAHAHAHAHAH which brings me to my next question. Where is Hamato Yoshi's? "

Donnie let out a chuckle. "Ha you really think I'm going to tell you? I'd rather die then put my family and friends in danger."

The Shredded gave out another demented laugh then stepped into the darkness. Donatello squinted to try and see where he had went, only to fail in the poorly lit room. However he closed his eyes and listened, and to his disturbance he cold plainly hear the sound of metal. A sound that was scary familiar. Like Leo's Katana's scrapping together, like sharpening blades. Donnie's eyes flew open at that last thought. When the Shredder stepped back into the light he was carrying a long, slick, and shinny dagger.

The Shredder put the sharp end against Donnie's shoulder, and began to slice diagonally all the way across Don's arm. Donnie had to suck in a breath, and hold it to keep from making a sound as the Shredder cut different designs on his green flesh.

"That can be arranged turtle, that can be arranged. "