The cold rough floor hit Amy before she was ready to brace herself, causing a cut to open on her cheek. Her hands and feet were tied behind her back, making it impossible for her to move. From what she could see, her prison was a simple square, concrete room with one light hanging from the ceiling. She thought it cliché, but it didn't make her feel any better. She just prayed that Mikey was all right.

She heard the only door in the room open slowly behind her with a loud creek and saw a large, burly figure approach her. She couldn't make out his features too well, but she immediately recognized the Purple Dragon tattoo coiling around his right arm. She shook wildly, trying to escape her bonds.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here," Hun remarked at the figure at his feet with a sadistic chuckle in his voice. "Amy Laine, rock singer, eldest sister of a family of four, and daughter of the late Andrew and Candy Laine."

"What do you want from me?" Amy growled. "Let me go, or so help me God, I will kill you!"

"Such tough talk from such a little lady. Normally, I wouldn't consider your worthless life so significant to me that I'd keep you alive, but since Diablo's report, I thought you could be of some use to me."

Amy continued to glare at him, keeping her mouth firmly shut.

"When he and the rest of my men captured you on the rooftops, he noticed a very peculiar creature with you. Unfortunately, he was too frightened to go anywhere near it, so he just left it there unconscious instead of capturing him as another hostage like anyone with a brain would have done!" He punched a large crack in the wall in all of his frustration. "Of course, being the gentleman that I am, I decided to calm his fears and worries with the taste of hot lead."

Amy could feel bile in her throat, but was relieved that Michelangelo wasn't hurt.

Hun quickly turned back to her. "That's where you come in. You see, you were with one of four terrapins I've been dealing with for quite a long time now." He took out a katana hanging from his waist and motioned the tip of the blade inches from her throat. "All you need to do is tell me where their lair is and I'll let you escape with your miserable life."

"Why?" Amy spat back, fully aware of how close the sharp steel was to her neck. "You don't have anything to threatening with; you probably want my whole family dead anyway! Besides, their lives, and my friends, mean a whole lot more than mine anyway. If killing me means that you'll never find them, I'm happy with that."

Hun just glared at her with contempt in his eyes. She was as stubborn and self-sacrificing as her parents. Still, he had other plans for her. "I had a feeling you'd say that. You don't think much of yourself, do you? What you fail to understand is that while you feel that your own life is insignificant to you, others may not feel the same way. That one turtle you were with seems to have taken a real shine to you. So, if I can't use you to lead me in, I can still use you to lure them out." He withdrew the katana back into his belt and picked Amy up by grasping a huge chunk of her hair, causing her to gasp in pain. "All I need are a few cuts and bruises to make the turtles more persuasive."

Amy closed her eyes as Hun's fist flew in towards her face.

Michelangelo's head swam as he tried to regain full consciousness. All he could see was a swirling of colours and shapes, his mind so heavy with the drugs that he could barely tell the difference between either one. However, his mind eventually began to clear and the shapes around his eyes began to take solid form. Lifting himself up carefully, Michelangelo took in his surroundings: his old room back in the depths of New York's underground, his brothers and sensei. Flashing back to how he got into this situation, a horrid chill went through his body when he realized something terrible had happened.

Amy was gone.

"Amy! She's gone! She's been kidnapped! We've got to find her, quick!" He tried to jump to his feet, but his head spun in protest and he felt a pair a hands pushing him back onto his bed.

"Easy, Mikey," Don said softly, "You can't be playing 'hero' in this state."

Raph was just shaking his head. "Why is that whenever we go out fighting crime, you always end up being the damsel in distress?"

Mikey groaned weakly, too out of it to make a proper comeback. "So, do you know what happened to her?"

Leo sat next to his weak brother. "Well, we don't know for sure where she is, but we suspect she was taken by the Purple Dragons. There were a couple around where we found out unconscious. We were lucky we managed to fight them off before they could do any more damage to you."

Raph growled in the corner. "Yeah, luck is right. Everywhere you go with that chick, one bad thing happens after another, and now Hun and his mooks are bound to use her against us." He sighed in annoyance. "Why'd you have to go and fall in love at a time like this, Mikey? You should have just left her alone and let her solve her own damn problems!"

Mikey blushed in both embarrassment and at Raph's remark. "Hey, if it hadn't been for me, she would have ended up as dead street trash and her sisters fried in that apartment inferno!"

"But why did you have to get us involved?" Raph shouted, "We've already got enough problems with the Purple Dragons; it's bad enough she's got her own bloodstained ties with Hun to deal with!"

Don looked away awkwardly. "I...sort of did a background check on her family while you guys were out," he explained to Mikey. "These guys," he was referring to Leo and Raph, "weren't totally convinced she was the kind of girl to bring home to the lair."

Raph continued with his rant, closing in the space between him and his brother. "Now he's gonna use her as a throw-away pawn to get to us and her sisters, and it's all because you had to be a weak, love-sick, idiot shell-for-brains!"

Leo forced himself between the two. "Enough, Raph, you've made your point! I don't like what's happening either, but we've got no choice. We've got innocent lives into our lives and it's our responsibility to get them out. Once Amy's sisters and her band mates are safe, we'll go out hunting for Purple Dragons and see where she's being captive."

Don suggested that they work on their strategy and give Mikey some time to himself, leaving him alone in his empty room. He was thankful for it as the tears streamed down his eyes. He liked being the goofball of the group, to always provide comic relief whenever the situation called for it, but he didn't like how inferior it made him feel compared to his brothers. He couldn't help it if he was weak or unfocused or never thought things out strategically. He knew Splinter never chose favourites between his sons, but that didn't make him feel less like extra baggage on his worst days. He was grateful for Amy because of that. She was grateful for whatever he could do for her; she smiled whenever his lame jokes made her laugh; she even trusted him enough to talk about her deepest, darkest secrets. With Amy, he didn't feel like a worthless extra shell. She genuinely loved and respected him for who he was and he felt the very same way.

Realizing that his sob story wasn't going to help him find Amy any sooner, he wiped his tears away and headed out to help his brothers.

It was a quiet cold night in New York City. The turtles had searched every street corner and alleyway in the city, in the deepest, darkest parts of city's underground, hoping to find any information from the Purple Dragons about where Hun was and where he was holding Amy. Each time they had to use physical force, having to beat the answer out of each one when negotiation was no longer effective. Michelangelo was the least hesitant to hold back his punches and kicks, nearly knocking them out cold in his rage whenever they withheld information about Amy's whereabouts. His anger was to a point that even started to frighten Raphael. Sadly, no matter how many Purple Dragons they beat up, they still didn't have any leads.

"Damn it!" Raph cried. "We've searched this entire city and still nothing from these mooks! How hard could it be to find one goth singer around here?"

Leo put his hand on his brother's shoulder. "Raph, relax. Losing it isn't going to make it easier for us to find Amy, and it certainly isn't going to make Mikey feel any better."

"Well, we can't just leave her out there to die!" Mikey shouted. "We've got to keep looking for her before Hun does anything to her or finds out where her sisters are! And if he does, it's all my fault!"

Don put a reassuring hand on Mikey's head. "Don't worry, Mikey, we'll find her. There's no point in beating yourself up over it. The important thing is that you're out here helping to rescue her instead of moping around in your room about it."

Mikey took in a deep breath and nodded. He felt better actually doing something about the problem instead of crying over a missed opportunity to help. He was glad he felt so focused and determined on this.

The turtles were about to head over to another block when they heard a series of loud screams coming from another direction. Now was not the best time, but they could not ignore a cry of distress. Heading in the direction of the screams, they bolted off into the shadows of the city.

Leaping to the ground of an open area in a maze of buildings, the four turtles stared in shock at what had caused those frightened screams. There, standing in the centre, were Danielle, Molly, and Sam, clinging to Caleb, Derek, and Akira in terror.

"What the shell are you guys doing here?" Leo asked.

"We got lost on the way to the police station." Derek calmly said.

"We followed the directions like you said, but the girls wandered off because they thought the saw something." Akira said in the same tone as Derek.

"We ended up here, totally lost, but...we're very happy...to see you." Caleb followed.

There was something about the way they talked that seemed suspicious to the turtles. It was too quick and calm and the words came out shaky. Their body language was also too tense for simply getting lost in the Manhattan maze of buildings. They walked closer to investigate the group when a figure arose out of the shadows.

"It's a trap!" Danielle screamed at the top of her lungs, "Run away!"

Before the figure could do any harm, Michelangelo leaped and knocked the weapon out of his hands, but he was too late, as another enemy appeared and knocked him out onto his shell.

His brothers were ready to respond when a whole circle of Purple Dragons appeared, surrounding them and closing in. They tried fighting them off, but the swarm kept coming in closer and closer until there was no room left to move, forcing them to take the beating of their attackers until the world around them went black.