A/N: Alright, I'm posting this chapter now. XD I still have an epilouge to do, so it's not done yet :P AlexHamato is my inspiration for Mike's long-winded speach here and she gave me a few of the fight scene ideas I have used. I even used a discription RadicalCriminal thinks decribes Raph for one of Donavon's taunts. I think it fits. It sure makes Raph mad XD I actually like this fight scene. I suppose they're not as hard as they seem. So read on!

Raph hesitated. Two for the price of one? That was Donavon's deal? He could never make a choice like that! Donavon was setting him up to fail. He knew he had no chance to help Leo and Mikey. Donavon probably would let them die no matter what he choose. The only thing he could change was right beneath his fingers. The choice was clear to him then. He ignored Donavon's little video and began work on the lock. It was now the only thing keeping him from his brother. The problem was the lock was electronic. It wasn't going to be easy for Raphael. He didn't expect it to be either. It was just another one of Donavon's games.

"I see you've made your choice. You are not a very good brother, are you, Raphael? I'll be happy to give you your reward."

Raph looked up from the complicated lock just in time to see the video capture Leo and Mikey's fall. He had to hope they would be alright somehow. He turned back to the lock with more determination. He had to do something right. He trusted his brothers to do the same. The lock required a letter combination and the ones he tried had so far proven wrong. It was getting frustrating! Then he tried the last clue Donavon gave him: Fortunato. He waited for an impatient second before the lock silently snapped open.

"Don!" Raph yelled as he ripped the lock off and yanked the lid of the coffin off. His eyes finally rested on his brother. Donatello's skin was pale and he was so still, even now. Raph pulled Don out of the coffin and laid him down on the side of the burial pit. As he checked for signs of life, he couldn't help but notice signs of a different nature. Blood streaked scratches lined Don's knees, elbows, and down his arms. His fingers and toes were cut up from clawing at his enclosure and he seemed to have bumped his head sometime. If he had still been wearing his gear, some of it could have been avoided…and Raph still couldn't find signs of life.

"Donny…?" Raph slapped the side of Don's face hoping to get something, "Dammit, c'mon! Wake up!" He had to check again. Maybe he missed it. He had to stay calm. He checked for Don's pulse as patiently as he could…and he got something. It was so weak, but at least it was there. He suddenly understood. No, Donatello wasn't dead, but that wasn't cause for a big celebration either. He was still unresponsive. His brother must have gone into a deep meditative state to escape death. So deep, Raph doubted he would wake up anytime soon. He wouldn't be able to see just how well his brother survived until then. "Don…"

He didn't know how long he just stayed there. He desperately wanted to know if he had done the right thing. He wanted to know it was all worth it. How would he find out now? He was so distracted, he didn't realize when company joined him until a swift kick against his back almost had him tumbling into the pit. "What tha hell?"

"Ra-aph! We have to go-o!"

Raphael whirled around and stared for a moment when Michelangelo came into his view. "Ya got outta that?"

"Well, duh. I'm here, right?" Mikey said with a small laugh. "You should have seen me! I bet Indiana Jones couldn't have done better! I was all Tarzan except I didn't do the monkey scream then I went matrix and totally escaped the fiery death below! It was just me against death and I totally beat its ass. It would have been awesome if Leo could have been my witness, but he's still all out of it and stuff. I think he mighta been double-dosed. Or maybe it's just the nasty bump he got. I don't know what it is, but he's heavy! I wanna go home. Can we go now?"

Raph's eyes drifted over to Leo held securely over Mike's carapace as his brother rambled on. The cut looked worse in person, but Raph knew better. Head injuries always looked worse than they really are.

"You coming or what? Geez, you're slow. You make us turtles look bad. Is Don alright?"

"Yeah," Raph said as he finally stood, pulling Don up and onto his own back. "He'll be fine." He took off running for the exit while his brother trailed behind him.

"Running away already? I was hoping for a fight."

Raph skidded to a stop and glared as Donavon walked calmly into view. The man casually blocked the exit with his hands clasped behind him. "Ya fuckin' asshole. You lost!"

"No, I got what I wanted as I always do. I have learned many things by this little experiment. Donatello taught me about your durability. Michelangelo taught me about your resourcefulness. Leonardo taught me about your resilient nature. And you, Raphael. You taught me the most important lesson of them all: how even those who claim to be tough can be broken."

Raph growled. He was tempted to tear this man apart.

"I can walk," Leonardo spoke, softly. Raph caught his eyes and understood. He couldn't hold back his snide grin as he turned back to Donavon.

"Are you sure, bro? You like just woke up," Mikey asked.

"Take Don, Mike. Leo can walk." Raph demanded.

"Ooooooh…"

As soon as Don's weight left him, Raph charged Donavon. "Now yer gonna die."

"Oh, should I be prepared for a real challenge now?" Donavon said with a laugh. "You are going to love this." The man easily dodged Raph's wild swipe at him. "I'm not that easily defeated, Raphael. You should know that by now. I hope you're more intelligent than you seem."

"Are ya a fuckin' coward? Stop moving!" Raph roared.

"As you wish." Donavon didn't move this time as Raph charged. He held his ground and caught Raph's punch before he used the turtle's momentum to whirl him around. A solid kick to Raph's back added to the force and sent the turtle smashing into an aluminum door which crumpled under his weight.

Raphael leaped off of it and sent his sai hurling at Donavon. The man dodged the weapon, but Raph wasn't worried. He was already leaping through the air at him. Two-toed feet collided with Donavon's face before the turtle leaped away again. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about!" Raph gloated for a second as he watched the hated man stumble.

"You think that changes your luck?" Donavon smirked and ran off, "Let's see what you can do in a bigger playing field!"

"Dammit!" Raph roared as he gave chase. He didn't care if he was being led. He had to take this man down.

As Raphael entered the building Donavon disappeared in, he had barely enough time to glance around before grinding sounds alerted him to the danger. He quickly leaped and rolled out of the way as crates toppled down where he was only a moment ago.

"Oops, seems my hand slipped." Donavon's voice echoed around the room, "Let's play a little game of cat and mouse."

Raph quickly glanced around the room, but again he didn't have time as he was nearly bombarded with another load of crates. "Fuck, stop playin' around!"

"Though you have to wonder who's the cat and who's the mouse." His voice sounded from above, but where the fuck was that? He could be anywhere. "Can you figure it out, Raphael?"

Raph never stopped moving. It was obvious Donavon had the advantage. He needed to locate his target before he ended up pancaked. Where are you? He didn't say it aloud. He needed to gain the advantage. With both sai in hand, he stayed close to the staked crates that made up the majority of the landscape.

"Raphael~! Are you even intelligent enough to win this round? You're an animal, really. Animals have no emotions. They have no reason. I believe it describes you well: an animal that lets raw irrational instincts to control it."

Raph cursed Donavon out in mind alone. He was a ninja, dammit! He wouldn't – couldn't – rise to his taunts. He'll get his revenge. He almost couldn't wait to tear into the man's flesh. Oh, he'll show him an animal alright.

A sound to his left sounded fruitful. He followed the shuffling before whipping around the edge of the crates. His sai only hit crate and he quickly glanced around. Red eyes came from the dark and scattered past his feet, squealing: rats. He moved before the crates next to him toppled. Donavon had to be close.

"Run, little mouse."

Fuck this asshole. Raph's knuckles blanched with his grip on his weapons. He couldn't wait around anymore. He glanced down at one sai before loosening its grip and twirling it. What he needed was a distraction. Let's see an animal do that. He gave his sai a small peck on the handle before whipping it at the crates far to his left. Seconds later, those crates were knocked down just as Raph expected them to be. This time, he got a good look at Donavon as the man easily moved along the tops of the crates. Gotcha.

"Are you bored yet, Raphael?" Donavon called out only a moment before Raph's second sai came hurtling at his foot. He grinned as the weapon landed right where he wanted it. He didn't give Donavon a second more to react as Raph charged and swung a punch right into the man's gut.

But that was caught. "You think you could fool me? I was wondering when the mouse would come out of hiding." Donavon brought his knee into Raph's hip, nearly downing the turtle. Raphael freed the sai from Donavon's foot just as he felt his held arm snap. The turtle didn't even flinch at the pain. He just slammed the hilt of his sai right between the man's legs. "I hope that fuckin' pops yer balls, asshole."

Raphael stood over his victim and smirked at Donavon's bent form. He was ready to stab his sai into the man's heart, but he didn't get the chance. As Donavon came back to full height, all Raph saw was a flash of silver before he felt the sting on his face. He heard Donavon's pained laugh, "Oh, it's not over yet." The small blade didn't stop Raph. It was only the surprise of the attack that gave the man the mere seconds to escape.

"Get back here, ya fucker!" Raph leaped of the pile of crates, without the use of his injured arm. As he reached the bottom, he heard the screech of a sliding aluminum door. Quickly, he followed the noise while binding up his bad arm with his belt only enough to offer some support. He reached the door to the unbelievable sound of a horse. What the fuck? He glanced around the door and saw it. He's got a fuckin' horse now?

"Come out and play, Raphael!" Donavon swung a sword above his head as his horse neighed to the sky with its front hoofs in the air. "I'm a champion horseback rider, you know. What about you? Let's find out, shall we?" Horse and man charged at the doors and made a swipe at Raphael before the turtle could disappear.

"That ain't fuckin' fair!" Raph couldn't help but curse under his breath. He couldn't take Donavon on like this. Looks like it's time to get a better perspective. As Donavon and his horse galloped around, Raph stealthily climbed the side of the building. The dark was always a ninja's greatest weapon. He wasn't going to put it to waste. He reached the top and waited for the right moment before leaping at Donavon. Both turtle and man fell to the ground rolling. Donavon couldn't use the sword as easily so his small switchblade came back into play. Raph kept it held back by his only remaining sai as they struggled. "I'm gonna kill you," Raph growled in the man's face.

Only the smallest of grimaces appeared on Donavon's face before his knees finally dislodged Raph from him. "I suggest brushing your teeth more often if you want respect. Your breath is horrid. Though, I don't expect much from an animal. And one that drools no less."

"You bastard. Ya some kinda dentist now?" Raph spit at Donavon's feet. "Screw you."

"I wouldn't want to."

Raph growled. He didn't make a conscious decision to grab what was probably the horse's water trough as he charged Donavon. He swung the wooden object at the man. Raph would have followed it with a stab from his sai, but had to quickly change direction when some kind of dart was hurled at him. Raph was getting fucking tired of chasing this guy. "Yer tha fuckin' asshole playin' mouse now!" Raph roared as he chased Donavon through swinging western doors.

"On the contrary, Raphael, I am the spider and you are the fly. As the saying goes, 'Step into my parlor'."

Raphael felt like he stepped into an old western movie. He saw a whole pile of guns just lying on the counter. If they hadn't been only inches from Donavon's hand, it might have been tempting. "Dead end." That was something he couldn't help but notice.

"No, it's only the beginning." Donavon walked behind the counter, "Do you want a drink? We can celebrate."

"Celebrate what?" Raphael moved around the tables and chairs, but as he neared the bar, his hand gripped one of the chairs' back.

"Sweet victory, of course. Even you have something to celebrate. After all, Leonardo and Michelangelo are alive and well…well Michelangelo is in any case." The man mixed two drinks and downed one glass in a single swallow. "Ahh, a good martini always hits the spot. It can make your last moments Heaven."

"Ya finally gettin' yer gonna die, huh?"

"No, I'm talking about you, Raphael." Donavon smirked before he whipped the glass cup at Raph. The turtle dodged to the side, eyes closed tight as the glass exploded against his good shoulder. The chair Raph had grabbed now came smashing down at Donavon. More glass shattered, but Donavon slipped away.

"Why don'tcha stay still!" Raph growled as he grabbed up the guns that were scattered over the bar and floor before shooting one at Donavon. Large shots rang around the room but he quickly realized they were only noise-makers. The man was laughing at him. "Dammit!" He threw the worthless props instead.

"Isn't it obvious?" Donavon moved quickly behind Raph and tightened his arm around the turtle's neck. "I can't make it easy for you."

"You just did." Raphael gasped as he gripped the man's arm, pressing hard against a pressure point. Just as Donavon's grip loosened, Raph whipped him over his shoulder and slammed the man's head against the counter. "Now I got something ta celebrate." Raph pulled out a bottle of vodka, took a large sip, and then slammed the bottle over Donavon's head. "This is for my brother." The broken end of the bottle plunged into Donavon's neck. "I'll see ya in hell."

"We'll see…" Donavon limply slid to the ground as blood pooled around him.

Raph made sure to stomp on the man's crotch on his way out. "That's for fuckin' wit' me."

A/N: Please review and then I might let you see how Don is ;)