My mind was screaming at me to do something! To help him! And I tried to think of something but my brain was nothing more than an utterly useless mush. Angrily, I clenched my fists, gripping the electric prod harder and–

Wait. An electric prod.

"Raiya!" Leo's desperate voice drew me from whatever strange trance I'd been suspended in, and I was suddenly hyperaware of an approaching enemy from behind. My instincts kicked in and before I knew it, I was spinning a full 360° with the prod extended to whack my attacker in the head. The Foot soldier dropped to the ground.

I wasted no time in raising the prod above my shoulder like a javelin and throwing it with as much force as I could manage. It struck the back of the Shredder's armour and sent courses of bright, shocking blue snaking across his entire body. He yelled in pain and convulsed beneath the electricity's temporary grasp, allowing Splinter a few moments to recover and get to his feet.

My lips turned upwards in a triumphant smirk. Yeah, I hope that fuckin hurts, asshole.

Though my success we short lived, as I almost immediately felt a sensation like a million scorching pencils jabbing my back. And that was only the beginning.

The muscles in my back jolted and contracted of their own accord as my skin burned and itched painfully from each pulse of electricity. I tried to move but my body's only response was to crumple to the ground in a writhing ball of agony. An awful soreness was instantly curling around my back and gradually spreading to my stomach, arms, neck and legs while they continued to twitch and move of their own accord.

Dimly, I was aware of yelling. Though my focus was more on the raging pulse emanating from my burning heart.

And through all the pain of my convulsing, unresponsive muscles beneath each searing charge of electricity, I thought, they're going to kill me. Those bastards are actually trying to kill me. And I can't stop them...I'm gonna die.

And my world fell into darkness.

••• 影の秘密 •••

I woke to an explosion.

The entirety of the lair shook from the charges, giving me a split-second's warning before the walls and roof exploded, shooting cement projectiles into the air.

Forcing my aching muscles to cooperate, I rolled so I was curled up against the closest wall and hoped that I wouldn't get nailed by any flying cement. My body burned and my vision was hazy, though I suppose it could've been due to the heavy dust suspended in the air. I waited a few moments with my head tucked down and my knees drawn to my stomach, praying that the lair wouldn't collapse on me following the explosions. Thankfully, it held steady.

I released a breath and raised my head, surveying the irreparable damage dealt to the turtles' home–

Oh my god.

"Leo!" I called, coughing on inhaled dust. "Donnie!" I leaned against the wall, wincing past the soreness in my legs as I got to my feet. "Mikey! Raph!" The only reply was a deathly silence offered by the once-sanctuary. "Splinter!" But there was only more silence. Frustrated tears burned at the corners of my eyes, both from the pain and the loss of the turtles. I had no idea what happened, no idea where everyone was or if they were okay or what. I didn't know anything! With a defeated, shaky cry, I leaned back against the wall and pressed my hands to my grime-coated face.

What do I do? ...What the hell do I do!?

Just... Calm. In an attempt to collect myself, I released a breath of air uneasily and ran my fingers down through my wildly tangled hair.

"What do I do?" I whispered, wishing the concrete would supply me with an answer, or the silence would just stop being silent!

And then I heard something.

The low, echoey sound of concrete toppling over itself at last breaking the deafening silence. I looked up, narrowing the source of the noise to the fan room; the fan room that I hadn't known had collapsed until then. But at the moment, my main concern was trying to figure out what the hell could possibly be moving those humongous chunks of fallen concrete. I curled my fingers around a kunai, hoping my muscles would perform properly if I ended up needing to defend myself.

Through the hazey air, a massive thing rose from beneath the concrete.

Panic began to settle in my stomach. What the hell…? Unsure of what to expect, I flexed my fingers along the kunai's leather grip and watched in both awe and confusion as the thing kept rising and rising and–

My breath caught in my throat as I recognized the stance, the muscular arms and the shell.

I almost choked on his name in relief. "Raph?"

The turtle's head snapped around, his gaze landing on me. "Raiya? The hell's going on?" He asked, navigating his way across the fan room's rocky terrain of concrete and rebar.

"I dunno," I shrugged, returning the weapon to my belt. "I woke up to the lair exploding. What the hell happened to you?"

"Collapsed the fan room," he muttered, looking around the ruined lair in annoyance. "You?"

I gritted my teeth angrily. "Electrocuted."

Raphael shook his head. "Bastards," he growled, eyes scanning his surroundings. "We need to–" He stopped abruptly. I frowned, tracking his suddenly distraught stare to the dojo.

"What?" I asked, pulling myself along the wall toward the archway.

"Sensei," he breathed, rushing forward into the dojo.

Sensei!? Oh my god, he's still here!? But he never replied to me! Is he…oh my god, no, is he dead? My heart dropped when I laid eyes on the mutant rat encased in a mound of concrete. Raphael was desperately digging his master out, tossing aside the massive concrete slabs as if they weighed nothing. Forcing myself to move despite my uncooperative muscles and aching bones, I hurried to Splinter's room where I knew a first aid kit resided.

"Bring him over here!" I called, pulling the kit off the shelf and wrenching it open.

Let's hope I remember something, I thought, scanning the contents and trying to recall everything Olivia taught me.

"You know what you're doing?" Raphael asked, hurrying into the room with Splinter's limp body cradled in his arms.

"Let's hope so," I admitted grimly, watching the turtle gently lay his father down on the low table. And still, Splinter reminded motionless. "Is he–?"

"He's fine," Raph snapped, hovering above him apprehensively.

Alright. Returning to digging through the kit in search of something I knew how to use properly, I began to seriously regret tuning out Liv whenever she was talking to me about her job at the hospital.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" He demanded.

Sort of. Not really. "Shut up," I muttered.

"You don't know first aid!?" He roared, tearing his full attention from his Sensei to me.

I glared up at him irritably. "Do you!?" I countered heatedly. "You're the one who owns a goddamn first aid kit!" Raphael glowered daggers at me, but at the moment I didn't care—not one, tiny bit.

And then, as if rising from the dead, Splinter spoke in gasping breaths. "R-Raphael?"

Immediately, the mutant spun around and returned to his master's side. "I'm here," he said, his green eyes skipping over the rat worriedly. My heart wrenched painfully in my chest and I returned to searching for pain medication or something.

Why the hell does this stupid box not have any Advil?

"You must save your brothers," Splinter breathed, his voice weakening, "stop Shredder."

Morphine! I grabbed the labelled vial of clear liquid and snatched a syringe while skimming over the recommended dosages. Okay, just like I've seen Liv do it. I pulled the guard off the needle and sunk it carefully in through the vial's lid.

Okay, I slowly filled the syringe, now I need a vein to stick this in. Recalling that IV's are usually in the left arm in movies, I hurried to Splinter's other side and pulled the syringe from the bottle just as an alarm started blaring from the monitor wall. I looked up, meeting Raphael's gaze before he hurried over to check it out.

"Okay, this might feel a little weird at first but it's gonna help," I said, kneeling down beside Splinter.

"Th-thank you, Raiya," the rat murmured in response. I smiled despite the crushing grief pressing down on me and—with a quick prayer that I wouldn't screw this up—I carefully inserted the needle into a prominent vein in his forearm and pushed the pain medication out of the syringe. Splinter relaxed and released a small breath, which I decided to take as a good sign.

I got to my feet, already feeling more steady than I had a few minutes ago when I first woke up.

"Donnie set off one of his trackers," Raph announced, his eyes watching me tidy the mess I'd made of the first aid kit.

"Go, Raphael," Splinter urged, his exhausted voice barely more than a whisper. My gaze swung back to the turtle, awaiting his decision even though I already knew what he'd decided.

It was written in his determined, fiery gaze; in his taut muscles and his passionate tone.

"Let's go save my brothers."

AN: Ugh, sorry you guys I've been studying like a madwoman for like two days now but it totally paid off because I just crushed my final (one down and three to go!) lol but hallelujah I finally managed to finish this chapter and I'm excited to hear what everyone thought of it.

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