Let me know if there's anything I need to fix, or explain. It took a while for me to figure out this dude's intentions, but I think I got it now. I picked 'Gone' last night just to have a title, but I think it's grown on me.

I'm still not sure if I'm posting these up too early, or if there's still some stuff I need to figure out for it. I can always go back and re-upload chapters if I find that I've left anything out.

Oh well.

Raph woke up in darkness. At least, he thought it was darkness. Or maybe his eyes just weren't open. He tried to move his hand to rub his face, but it wouldn't move and there was a sharp pain in his wrist when he tried pulling his arms down.

Wait. Down?

The realization that he was hanging from his wrists chained against a wall slammed him back into reality none too gently. His eyes opened immediately, and his panic only increased when he still saw blackness.

He found his legs clumsily, moving them back underneath himself to stand with all the grace of a newborn deer. The pressure from his arms was let up, which was an improvement. They were already sore from the pressure. Thankfully, there was just enough length on the chains to let him stand nearly flat on the ground. Any shorter, and he'd be dangling only enough to brush his toes against the cold floor. His left leg gave out again. It was a wonder he could feel anything at all right now; his senses felt dulled.

He tried to say something, to cry out perhaps, but there was something tied around his head, keeping his mouth from letting him speak properly. There was a cotton texture on his tongue that made his head jerk backwards on instinct. He winced when the back of his head was only met by the stone wall his arms were chained to. The stone was rough enough to leave a mark, even with grime covering it.

Raph winced. The face movement made him feel the fabric around his eyes. Blindfolded? This situation just kept getting better.

Okay Raph. What do you know?

Raph moved his wrists as much as he could without causing too much pain. They were tender from hanging there for... How long?

Hours, maybe. Days? Unlikely.

How did he get here? There was...

He left the lair, that was a clear enough memory. The argument he'd had with Leo was just jumbled sounds in his mind, but it was enough to remember.

Okay, so lair. Left the lair. Went to go...

Up top. Sliding the manhole aside, peeking out to an empty alley.

Climbing up... A yell... Some kind of fight...

There was a gun- a bullet. In his-

Raph focused his mind on his thigh. It was wrapped up; it had been doctored. The bullet was out, as far as he could feel.

Okay, getting somewhere. Shot, then what?

Raph's mind was too fuzzy to remember past the bullet wound. How he had ended up in... this place, he had no idea.

There was a steady dripping sound coming from his right. A bucket maybe? That meant there were pipes. Working pipes, more or less. The lack of sound coming from anywhere else had him worried.

If this was a soundproof room that just so happened to have chains already on the wall that were the perfect size for a wrist, someone had to have planned this.

Shredder? Not likely. Shred-head wouldn't have had the decency to wrap up the gaping bullet wound.

Bishop maybe? Also unlikely. The crazy scientist was, well, crazy, but he was a clean guy. A room like this would disgust him.

That left Stockman and Hun.

They were a couple of show-ponies, no way they would have blindfolded him. Hun would want to be the first thing Raph saw when he woke up. Stockman was a scientist like Bishop, but with lesser standards. He'd want Raph on a table to work ASAP.

Well. This was strange. If it wasn't them, who could have-

A rough scraping noise coming from his left made Raph perk up. Despite not being able to see, he still turned his head toward the sound. He could make out a very slight amount of light through the blindfold. There was a faint sound of running water.

A muttered curse and... two, three footsteps over to the left from the supposed door, a small chain pulled, and a sudden but muted yellow light directly in front of Raph made an appearance.

The stone door scraped across the floor again, and from the lack of outside noise, Raph deduced it was closed, as well as generally soundproof.

So. Not good.

Raph pulled on his chains a bit more, hoping they would give at least some. No such luck.

The person cleared his throat, giving Raph enough to tell whoever it was that had him was a male.

That narrows it down to... not Karai. Great. Making some real progress here.

"I'm sorry it's not more comfortable for you." The man's voice broke through the silence. Raph recognized it immediately as... what was his name? Michael? Mark? No... Matthew! Matt! The alley guy!

Raph tried to speak his thoughts, which just didn't work out. Right after, he cursed. It was met with the same muffled resistance.

The man chuckled at his frustration. "I know you're probably confused at the moment, but trust me. I'm trying to help you. Although I suppose the carfentanil and haloperidol cocktail I mixed up just for you might still be in your system."

What? Help? With what? What did he use?

"You see," The man scraped something along the floor, probably a chair. "I've never had a pet of my own. Not for long, anyway. They always died too quickly. When my parents found out, they kept me a secret from everyone they knew. But this time? Now? I have you all to myself." He shifted forward in his chair, and Raph could imagine the craziness in his eyes.

"You're all mine. I don't have to share you, not this time," He repeated. "Not this time."

Raph wanted to laugh. This guy was a bozo if he thought he could keep Raph locked away like this.

The man stood and took the few steps forward to take off Raph's blindfold.

He closed his eyes against the new light. When they finally adjusted, Raph could make out the rest of the room. It was maybe half the size of his room; a quarter of the dojo space. Tiny.

The rough walls around him were covered in grime and mold. The flimsy attempt at lighting the place was only enough for the center of the room, and the corners remained darker than the rest.

A single bulb hung in the middle of the room from a wire. It made a constant humming sound as if the power to keep it on was too much to contain.

There was a thin but long, plastic folding table in the middle of the room, as well as a single metal folding chair that currently held Matthew's person.

What caught Raph's eye were the tools on the table. He recognized each object. A small knife, a butcher knife, brass knuckles, a taser, a cattle-prod, and a small whip. A few lengths of chain were piled on the floor around a table leg. The bucket he'd heard was in the corner, next to a flat shovel. A wide step-stool was off to his right in the other corner. A box sat on the edge of the table closest to him, most likely containing his stuff.

Raph could think of about a million ways this could go bad.

"I've never gotten much respect. But with you by my side, loyal to only me... they'll see. They'll all see.

"Don't be scared, no." Matt was in his face now, close enough that Raph could smell his breath. He turned away as much as he could.

Matt's face darkened. "Look at me."

Raph wasn't one for orders, especially from crazy people who probably wanted to hurt him. He bared his teeth but kept his head turned away.

"I said look at me!" Matt swung at Raph's face and hit him just below his left eye. His head snapped to the right and he shook it slightly to clear the shock.

Raph grunted in pain while Matthew held his fist.

"See what you made me do? See what happens? All your fault, all their fault..."

Raph shook his head again and chewed on the gag a bit. It tasted dirty and somewhat salty.

The man was back, this time with the blindfold. He'd kicked the step stool over to reach Raph's face at a higher angle.

Matt leaned in to wrap the cloth back around Raph's eyes, but Raph had other plans.

He kicked off the ground with his feet and wrapped the chains above him tightly around his wrist with the extra length. He felt the chains tighten together as they held his entire weight. The action he took was lightning quick. Matt received a hard and solid kick to the face.

Raph had to smile as he watched his captor flail and squawk as he fell back into the table, sending it and himself backwards several more feet. His eyes were wide as he stared in shock, never letting go of his bleeding nose.

Raph's smile disappeared when Matthew's face darkened. His next words sounded nasally.

"That wasn't nice. I can see now I'm going to have to put certain precautions into place. You will respect me, pet." He turned to the table directly behind him and grabbed the cattle prod with his free hand. Raph's eyes widened for a split second before they were back to his original glare.

Matt let go of his nose and glanced in disgust at the blood on his hand before letting his glare focus back on Raph.

Matt pushed back his hair with the bloody hand and thrust the prod into Raph's plastron, ignoring the pained noises making their way through the gag.

Raph sagged when the electricity finally stopped flowing through his body. He barely noticed when the cloth was back on his eyes. Everything went dark for a split second before he was staring into the back of the blindfold yet again. His arms strained in protest when the chains were hoisted higher one arm at a time, letting only his toes touch the ground now.

Raph caught his breath as the stone door closed, leaving him in complete darkness.