The clacking noise of the steel toed boots echoed through the hollow hallway as Rictor made his way down the corridor to a large set of doors. The doors were heavy as he pushed them open to reveal a large, circled room. A single pit sat in the middle of the room with a fire burning brightly.

Taking the steps forward, Rictor made it to the middle, standing next to the fire. He looked down to the fire, seeing that it made a mirror of the subjects he studied. He grinned as he watched the flames dance and it gave him the images of Raphael and his father arguing. Putting his hands behind his back, he grinned to himself as he watched the old rat sit himself back on his mat and continued trying to reach his son.

"He is attempting to break the barrier my lord." A dark voice announced. Rictor looked up to the welcoming shadows of the room to show three large creatures, appearances covered by large, black coats. Their thin, branch like arms hung in front of them as if they stood like trees waiting for a response of their master.

"How long has he been attempting the connection?" Rictor asked looking up at the creatures.

"In this dimension, for almost a week. In theirs, a few moments master." Another spoke up, their voice more raspy then the other. Rictor went through his ideas in his head, trying to think of a way to watch them squirm. Michelangelo has been back in his cell for almost two weeks. He has a fight set up for him soon but knew that would not be enough to entertain Rictor. He wants to see fear in those eyes filled with so much hope. He wanted to see the orbs fill with tears and stain that face that showed no scars. He wanted to hear him beg for forgiveness, bow at the bottom of Rictor's feet and plead for mercy. He sighed in content, picturing the young teenager filled with panic and agony, needing to see his dreams destroyed and replaced with agonizing nightmares. To picture his body broken and bruised and asking for death.

Rictor was never the kind to do these things to someone but did enjoy making others do his bidding, so he can sleep at night knowing he got his satisfaction without ever touching a hair. He looked back up at the guardians. These creatures controlled the barriers around his dimension and allowed no one to enter unless they were told to by Rictor. He controlled these beings by the palm of his hand for they wanted to see the same things he did. Destruction was a common goal for both he and these guardians.

"Sir you must know one thing." The third spoke, this one with a more feminine tone. "The one known as Michelangelo has somehow passed our barriers and has been contacting the others from the past dimension." Rictor looked up, squinting his eyes slightly.

"How is that possible if your barrier is unbreakable?" Rictor asked, irritated by the nuisances this was beginning to be. How much he has learned about the young terrapin and how much he has underestimated him. He wondered if just played dumb and in the end he was actually quite intelligent,

"We do not know my lord." The first one spoke. "But we are certain he is doing so unintentionally. But, the one known as Raphael has taken note and is also trying to access passing the barrier." The creature explained. Rictor, intrigued by this new information, looked back into the fire to see Raphael shoving pass his brothers and heading outside near a pond, where he took a seat and tried to meditate.

"Poor choice Raphael, you really should have listened to your father." Rictor said to the fire as an idea came to his mind. Putting panic in the brothers is something he was interested in.

"Open the barrier and allow the rat to enter. Let the father see the condition of his son within the next twenty-four hours. A Father has the right to know how his son is doing." Rictor took a step back and turned around facing the door and continued to walk.

"What about the brother?" The raspy one asked. Rictor stopped in place. A pregnant pause past and without turning around he said, "Play with him, make his squirm." And continued walking, making it his goal that today, Michelangelo will break and he will wish for death.

Rictor continued walking passed his office and down on of the corridors to a cell. Banging on the door a few times he heard a growl and appeared were glowing red eyes that shined brightly in the light but nothing else was shown in the darkness.

"Rictor, what do I owe the pleasure." The voice, sounding young and healthy. Rictor leaned up against the wall.

"I have a proposition for you. I know how lonely it must get being in that cell all by yourself and I feel you have a need for a . . . release." He started. A pause filled the hallway till heard a pleasurable growl.
"Go on." The voice called. Rictor smirked as he tilted his head, looking forward to the wall in front of him, picturing the events to come in his head.

"What is your opinion on small, young, turtles?"

Mikey panted slightly as he sat with his elbows on his knees while he leaned back on the wall of his cell. He just got done doing some exercises trying to clear his head. Being in this cell for so long was beginning to suffocate him. When he thought of how small the cell actually was he thought of the room he as placed in as a punishment. Mikey shook his head trying not to think of that. He ran his fingers over the still healing bruises on his arms when he took the beating from the guards. To Mikey, this was nothing, fighting is what he did for a living so he wasn't too worried about it but knew he could only take so much of it before some serious damage was taken in.

He looked over to his friend to see he was rasping slightly for breath. He explained to him how he did have some broken ribs and wouldn't be surprised if they were piercing at his lungs but knew there wasn't anything he could do about it. Mikey placed his head on his arms and started to think of his family. When his memory started to get foggy, he would look at the names he wrote on the wall, never loosing sight of who they were. Many times he has tried to meditate, trying to find his father or his brothers but still no luck. There was this wall, blocking his way through mental connection. He sighed as he leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

"You are troubled my friend?" Cal asked. Mikey looked over at the old lizard and shrugged.

"Just home sick. It's been so long and I still haven't made contact with my family. I can see why. Were floating on a hollow rock for crying out loud no wonder they haven't found me yet." Deep in the back of his mind he questioned if they even wanted to find him. If they were taking this long on purpose. He hated thinking like that but he couldn't help it. He tried to rationalize but that was Donnie's department.

"I am sure your family is looking for you as hard as they can my friend." The old lizard assured. Mikey shrugged and looked away from his friend.

"Your family sounds like you all have a strong bond with one another. You are strong my friend and I feel as though so are your brothers and your father. You are too kind and too innocent to rot in this place and I know your family knows this as well and they will stop at nothing to find you. You will beat this my friend." The lizard smiled. Mikey looked at him and gave him a side smirk before dropping back down to a solid face.

"Do you think your family is still looking for you?" Mikey asked not trying to be rude but simply out of curiosity. Cal sighed and looked to the side.

"Deep down I feel I have no family. I feel I lost them long before I was taken here so I knew no one searched for me. But, if I did, if I had a son, I would hope he was a sweet and hopeful as you are. Your father must treasure you so much, as I would if you were my own." He smiled. Mikey couldn't help but give a chuckle. His father did always baby him. Even though Leo was favored when it came to training and fighting, Mikey was favored when it came to being Splinter's son. Master Splinter always protected him, always cared for him. Mikey now questions if that was the right thing to do. To baby him so much more then the rest of his brothers. To allow him to keep his child-likeness. Mikey really missed his father but was happy to have Cal in this cell with him. It's like having an alternate version of his father with him. Mikey smiled and his eyes brightened up.

"Well if you like me so much you'll love my brothers. I have a feeling you and-l" Mikey stopped. He struggled trying to remember his brother's name. He looked back at the wall. Leo. His name is Leo his mind was yelling at him, reminding him to never forget. His eyes dimmed slightly and gave a small smile to his friend.

"I have a feeling you would really like Leo." He said quietly. Cal can see the pain in the little ones eyes as he started to forget and was having a hard time remembering.

"Do not fret too much my friend please, keep your hope strong." He said. Mikey only nodded in return before looking to the ground, organizing the thoughts in his head.

They both jumped slightly as they watch the door open to show the guards standing there. Mikey's heart began to thump radically, like a drum that didn't know when to stop. He feared of being placed in another fight. He hoped he would be found first before being put back in that place again, to fight off for his life and be placed in another position he couldn't handle. He couldn't surpass the small shiver he felt go down in his spine. He forced his emotions at bay and he wiped away any emotion that showed on his face and showed a solid look. He gulped when heard one growl.

"Outside." It growled. Mikey didn't want to leave. Something wasn't right about this. He felt his stomach turn slightly from his nervousness.

"My friend you are fine, they are merely telling you, you are going outside for a little while, you are not in danger." Cal assured. Mikey heard what his friend was saying but it wasn't processing. He stared up at the guards for a while longer before finally deciding to get up. Slowly, easing his way up, leaning up against the wall he could the cracks of his aching joints while he stood. He looked back at his friend who gave him an encouraging nod before he was escorted out of his cell.

Mikey began to observe these soldiers that worked for Rictor. Large lizard type creatures wearing outfits of a ninja but Mikey could only guess that they knew nothing of Ninjitsu in any way. He also took note they all looked the same and none of them said more then two words at the most. It was like they didn't have their own lives but listened to whatever orders they were addressed to do. The walk down the abandoned hallways was dead silent besides the sound of the guard's large boots clanging against the floor. Mikey took note he didn't have his cuffs on. Rictor must know Mikey won't try and escape again. Mikey kept his head down, remembering the failure of trying to leave, how weak he was defending himself off from the guards, how terrified he was being in the soulless room. He clenched his jaw, keeping control of his emotions once more.

Before he knew it, they came to a stop and Mikey looked up to see sunlight. He was lost of breath when he actually felt heat from the suns raze. He looked to see the wired gate and it opened and Mikey couldn't help but to smile. He was outside, outside in the open space, breath easily and knowing there were no walls to clamp around him. At this moment in time, was his heaven.

Mikey thought about why he was given such a gift and did remember he won his fight and he was suppose to get certain privileges but thought they were taken away after his attempt to escape. The sinking feeling he was getting was back and felt there was something wrong, but was soon clouded by a feeling of content when he stepped out to the yard and looked up to the sky to see bright blue skies with a few clouds. The sun shown brightly as if it was smiling down at Michelangelo. Mikey smiled softly enjoying the openness of this yard but the smiled soon faded when he looked around to see others watching him. These creatures varied greatly from the slimiest to the bulkiest. Mikey to a gulped as he was shoved into the yard and watched the guards behind him shut the gate. He bit his lip and looked to see everyone was staring at him with an intense look. His heart was echoing in his ear, but ignoring all thoughts to run; he stood up straight and took a deep breath before walking in deeper into the court yard.

Mikey kept his gaze straight, ignoring the burning feeling he was getting, knowing the rest were staring.

"Ignore them, just ignore them." He told himself. There was no way he was going to let anyone ruin his one time chance to actually have a little peace. Mikey didn't realize but he was being followed by a small group of fighters, lead by a canine creature whose smirk was wide, reaching from cheek to cheek. He stood a few inches taller then Michelangelo and was much bulkier then the small mutant was.

Mikey stood next to the wired fence, separating them from a wide field. Mikey looked out in desperation. The field was green and in the distant were trees, tress similar to the ones at the old farm house. How much he wanted just to go out there and explore and enjoy the beauty of nature. Mikey with a attentive move, place his hand through the wholes of the fence but quickly recalled as he felt a shock of electricity go through his hand and saw the image of the beautiful and breathtaking scenery falter as if a polarized photo being shaken till the image showed.

A few moments passed till the till the holograph stayed in place once again and Michelangelo stood there, disappointment flowed through his face. He wondered if he'll ever in his lifetime see something like this again, only tangible to his touch. Living as a mutant turtle had his perks, but there was so much he would never experience and wondered if this is the closest he'll ever get to normality, for it only to be mocked in his face being in a world like this, where normality was the strange.

Mikey yelped as he felt his body twisted and his back shoved against the fence; He winced and looked up to meet eyes with his attacker to show the canine staring down at him. He let out a small gasp when he felt the grip on his shoulder tighten and scowled at the canine.

"Well lookie what we got here boys." He said looking between the four other creatures that stood with him. Mikey almost forgot he wasn't the only fighter who was trapped here against his will. Mikey took note that this being looked fairly young, maybe a few years older then Mikey. Mikey scrunched his snout when he smelt this person's musk flood the small area he was put in. His heart was racing not out fear but out of the anxiety of being crowded the way he was.

"The name is Miles, what your name shellback?" He asked. His tone was taunting. It was as if he was testing in some kind of way that Michelangelo to understand. Mikey was more then willing to answer him, let him know who he was and make him back off but his mind froze. What was his name? Mikey looked away, confusion taking over, he couldn't remember it. Now that he sat there and truly thought about it, no one announced him by his name here in this place, replacing his identity with petty nicknames and meaningless remarks, not even his friend in his cell called him by his name. He wrote it on the wall. What did it say? His mind was interrupted by the sound of laughter.

"Well lookie lookie, it seems someone can't remember, Ill remind you who you are." He growled. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his side and realized it was the one named Miles punched him in his sensitive sides. He hiss in pain but was able to block the next blow. Mikey growled as he brought his leg up and quickly brought his leg up and kicked Miles out of the way, watching his stammer a few feet back. He heard the growls of his companions and watched as they tried to attack, Mikey, faster then they were, dodge two flying punches and swiped his foot underneath one of them and knocked him to the ground. He then grabbed another by the shoulder and flipped him behind his back and watched as the creature made contact with the fence, as it vibrated slightly, The other two, trying to run at him were to dense to realize Mikey jumped into the air, grabbing both of their heads and crashing them together. Mikey watched as the men went down with a thud, dizziness clouding their judgment.

Mikey grimaced slightly, realizing he pulled on some of his old wounds. He didn't have long to relax till he felt a fist make contact to his cheek, making his stumble backwards. He looked up to get another crashing fist, and another, and another. Mikey found himself holding his body up with the use of the fence, gasping for breath, feeling the bone in his beak shift and move. He was apprehended by the men and they held his arms as Miles continued his blows to the face.

Mikey opened and closed his jaw, feeling the saliva and blood mixing together and falling slowly onto the floor. Where are the guards? Don't they see this happening? He gasped as his head started to pound. He felt his cheeks being pinched and his head being thrusted up. He made eye contact with this beast. His eyes so hollow with no sign of peace, only rage and war were searing in those orbs. Mikey struggled, fighting off the limbs holding him down. He heard a chuckle.

"We got fighter boys!" Miles called out, his claws dug into Mikey's chin. "I like it when I get a fighter but what else I can expect from the recent Battle Nexus Champion." He growled. Mikey stopped his fighting and looked up to the captor. "Oh yes I know everything about you, ya little shell back. " He licked his lips. His growl was deep and it made Mikey's skin crawl.

"You see, I don't see very many, turtles so I got a lot of questions," Miles brought his other hand and ran it over Mikey's collarbone to where his skin and Plastron met, leaving a white trail from the pressure of his claw pressing into Mikey's skin. "I have to ask, what you look like without your shell," He brought his hand down to his side and hooked his hand under his shell and jerked viciously. Mikey clamped his jaw shut to keep back his groan. "Pity, I thought you could just slip out of it, looks like you're connected." He grinned. He ran his hand back over his collar bone and up his neck, fingering around the blood that dripped down his neck.

"What happens if I crack your shell? Hm. Will you bleed out? Will pieces of you just drip out like a water balloon? Ha, maybe you might just explode." He chuckled thinking his jokes are funny.

"You're a moron." Mikey hoarsed out, having a hard time talking with his jaw felt swollen and puffy. Miles narrowed his eyes at him and grinned.

"You talk big for a little turtle." He growled as he punched him again, making Mikey cough out some of the blood that landed on the dusty ground. A silence was filled besides the chuckling of the dog like creature. Miles raked his eyes all over Mikey's smaller form.

"You're the one who took down dragon face?" He asked? "Or can't you remember? It must be a bitch to loose so much memory in so little time." He taunted. This guy reminded Michelangelo of a school bully with some serious daddy issues he would sometimes see in some of the crime shows his father and Leo would watch. And dragon face? He couldn't use something more proper to call him? Mikey hung his head, not wanting to look at this guy anymore. Miles crouched down and looked up at Mikey.

"You did mercy on him right?" He asked. Mikey's eyes shot open. How did he know that? How did he know so much about him? Miles smiled at his reaction.

"Such a shame, I thought I was the only freak who pulled mercy but Ill promise you, your reasons are much different from mine." He growled. Mikey felt the sinking feeling of guilt enter the depths of his stomach. Miles was reading him like an open book, seeing every emotion that play through his face. He stood up and turned to the side and placed his hands behind his back and gave Mikey a side ways look.

"If it makes you feel better, he ended up taking himself out about two months ago." Mikey shot up, ignoring the protest of the pain in his head.

"Yo-you're lying." Mikey said in a hoarse whisper. Miles quirked his eye brow.

"Nope, sorry there shell back, he actually bashed his head into the wall of his cell till he couldn't move, took hours, blood everywhere, agonizing screams filling the cell block for hours I mean I was down the hall from that guy and boy did he scream. The nurse said he suffered for nearly twenty six hours. Poor guy." His tone sounded with so much mockery, as if the death of the dragon was nothing more then a joke to him, his attitude was so cold and cruel he couldn't believe that this guy was even talking like this the way he was. It was all a game to this guy it seemed, like the lives taken in this place were nothing more then pawns on a chess bored, sacrificed for greater players. He bent down and picked up a stray daisy and stood up and started to chew at the end of the flower.

"You know he had a family? I think, if I can recall, he had a kid. Two maybe." He shook his head in agreeing with himself, looking up at the sky, sorting out his thoughts.

"Rictor was gonna let him go home if he won the fight against you." He pointed the flower at Mikey. "But since he didn't, he was just going to rot, Never to see his beloved family, his, oh so loving friends,"
"Shut the fuck up!" Mikey growled. He panted harshly looking up at this being. He knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to get under his skin but Mikey wouldn't have it. He won't let his guilt consume him. Miles faced him and struck him again, the force so strong it made his men shift slightly, trying to catch themselves. Mikey gasped, keeping his jaw open, allowing the blood to fall so it wouldn't flood his mouth, he would have allowed his legs to buckle under him if he wasn't being held up by these men.

"You have the nerve to talk to me like that? You're no better then I am, just a stray that no one wants, a mistake brought into the world to cause such chaos and destruction and to watch the rest of the world burn." He smirked. Mikey took a few breaths before looking up at Miles.

"Thanks for telling me your life story but I really don't give a-fuck!" He growled. Miles grinned at the burning soul, ruminating off of the small ones eyes. He took hold of Mikey's face once more and looked at him, past the blood covering the bottom half of his face.

"You know the color red really brings out your eyes, and yet you wear such an ugly color." He smirked. Mikey snarled when he insulted his bandana, chosen orange to represent who he was, what he stood for and here this man was trying to mock its very existence.

Mikey froze in fear when he felt the fur covered hand pressed down hard on his lower plastron.

"Wonder what else the color can bring out? Hmm?" He grinned pressing harder. Mikey struggled, trying to bring up his legs to kick him out of his way.

"Ge-get off of me!" He cried. Miles growled and almost purred as he felt the thin part of the plastron and felt the small slit and started to tease it slightly.

Mikey's eyes were wide, using ever instinct he had to get away, run, fight, do something.

"Stop!" He yelled, attempting to reason for him to end this, not this, especially in public. Mikey scrunched his eyes as tight as he could, trying to block the outside world out, trying to leave this place and escape to somewhere else. Mikey felt Miles paw leave his sensitive area and heard a strangled growl. Mikey cracked his eyes open to show the guards standing over Miles with a glowing electrode rod, up and running. Mikey felt relief flood his senses but soon was replaced with a white searing pain. He let out a strangle cry before hitting the hard ground under him. He gasped, trying to push himself up from the ground but found little use trying. His entire body felt like a cinderblock that he couldn't lift. Blood still trickling out of his mouth, he was forced up onto his feet, and handcuffed behind his back, knowing the next destination would be to Rictor's office. Mikey cursed to himself wishing he could just enjoy something without Rictor coming into the middle of his happiness. Mikey hung his head and was dragged through the corridors to Rictor's office, waiting for punishment.

A/N: Hello everyone! As you can see the rating has changed, I have been debating for about a month or so to put this scene and the next one in or not because I feared I would offend someone but I thought about how it will effect Mikey's character and the rest of his family. Next chapter is a fair warning and much is happening and I will be pulling some heart strings so please bear with me and if you must, you may leave at any time. But I hope you all enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW! :) Thanks guys! See you next time!