A/N: Fair warning now, if you don't want to read disturbing things then walk away now. No I don't go into detail but you know what's happening so please read and enjoy, or walk away 0.0

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The rapid sound of the pencil clanging against the metal tabled echoed loudly in the small room as Rictor sat back, looking at the door with so much intensely. He witnessed the fight outside in the court yard and watched as Michelangelo went limp for a mere second. Watching as the blood dripped from his snout down his tone body. Rictor growled picturing the pureness being scrubbed away from Mikey when Miles put his hands on him, teasing him gently enough to send a shiver down Rictor's spine. Leaning back in his chair he took a deep breath, relaxing himself knowing he shouldn't get himself too riled up. He sent his guards to grab both Miles and Mikey in hopes that his hypothesis will come true after he is done with the young turtle. He listened to the boots of the guards bringing the two fighters and opened the door harshly.

Rictor watched as the guards forced the two down on their knees. Miles made no noise but instead grinned up at Rictor. Mikey however, grunted when the guards pressed his foot on the inside of his calf, putting pressure on an old bruise that still wasn't fully healed. Rictor stood up slowly and dismissed his guards, looking down at the canine and the turtle. He sighed as if in disappointment while he looked at the two youngsters. He looked at Michelangelo, savoring the sight of the blood that painted his face and throat. He grinned for only a moment before replacing it with a thin line, looking down at the turtle with disappointment. He put his hands behind his back and titled his head.

"Oh little one, I allow you nothing more then a slight taste a freedom and instead of taking it into account, you get in a fight? You do realize this wasn't the game correct?" He asked Mikey. Mikey couldn't help but make a face of disbelief.

"Are you kidding me? I wasn't doing anything! I was minding my own business and this mutt came out of no where and attacked me!" Mikey raised his voice, heart pounding loudly, fearing it might break his eardrums. Rictor looked over to Miles, his smile never leaving his face.

"Miles is this true?" He asked half heartedly. Miles shifted slightly, cracking his neck. His grin turned into a taunting concerned frown.

"Oh no my lord that isn't how it was played out. I and my boys were just sitting around and all of a sudden he attacked me. Look, he bruised my chest pretty bad." Miles stuck out his hairy chest with the hint of sarcasm deep in his voice, showing Rictor the slight bruising in a shape of Mikey's foot, but that small injury on Miles was nothing compared to the bruising and bloody cuts all over Michelangelo.

"I merely defended myself, showing him he wasn't top dog in these games. He needs to know his place here in the fights." Miles continued, giving Mikey a desirable look. Mikey started to huff out his breath, unable to believe what was going on. They were playing him. They were pushing him around on a plate before they were ready to devour him whole.

"Oh really, you were just trying to teach him a lesson?" Rictor asked with a small grin forming on the side of his mouth. He narrowed his eyes down to Michelangelo, sitting there on his knees, hands cuffed behind his shell and looking at him with fearful eyes. This image wasn't enough. He needed more.

Rictor felt a pull, a spirit lingering. The rat. The guardians allowed the rat to finally break through. He gave a small chuckle. The rat was in it for a lifetime.

"Miles." He said. Miles looked up to Rictor to see he was motioning him to stand next to him. Slowly, giving a smirk to Mikey, he stood up and went in front of Rictor, meeting in height and in stance.

"Turn around." He commanded and Miles did more then apply. He turned swiftly on his heel and looked down at the small terrapin. Mikey was getting a sinking feeling. He didn't like where this was going. No matter what this was he knew he wasn't safe. He needed his brothers. He needed his father more then anything else right now. He finally understood they planned this out. They are trying to get at him and at this moment, he feared they just might.

Rictor was observing him, watching his body language changing radically, seeing the panic starting to arise. He took a key and undid the cuffs in Miles hands. Miles sighed in content and rubbed at his sore wrists. Rictor took a step back and took a seat back in his chair and took hold of his pencil, placing it on the side of his mouth.

"Please Miles, demonstrate what your intentions were so I can determine your punishment." He said coolly. Miles growled when he was granted his permission to take his meal into him completely. He looked at Mikey, with hungry eyes. Mikey smelt that smell again. A musky smell he was giving off and although they are not the same species, their animalistic sides stood out more then anything else. Mikey went on autopilot and stood up, turning to run at the door. By the time he turned, he felt an arm land hard onto his carapace and made him hit his chin onto the tough ground. Hearing the crunch and the taste of new blood only meant he must have broken a couple of teeth. He was in daze for a few moments till he felt that furry paw move his sharp claws down his thigh, and down in between his legs. He gasped and complete panic overtook him. He swung him body over and pushed Miles off of him with the work of his foot gaining some leverage. Even though he was pushed back, he quickly retracted, pulling Mikey so he was lying on his shell and began to pound on him mercifully. Again and again the sound of flesh being pounded in over and over again. Rictor sat there, listening to the squishy noise of the blood splattering slightly; watching the splashes of the crimson colored liquid hit the floor in such a graceful matter, splashing like a painting.

Finally after what seemed to be a decade, the sound of the soft flesh being smashed had subsided and was replaced with the sound of gasping breath being taken in roughly. Rictor looked over the damage to see the swells beginning to form on the top of Mikey's head, the bruising on his cheeks and right underneath his eyes where you can see past his bandana. His mouth gaped open requesting for breath but seemed he wasn't getting enough. Rictor growled he noticed there were still no sign of tears.

Mikey opened his eyes slowly, pain flooding his body like a river when he tried to look around, the taste of iron flooded his mouth and he felt like he was going to vomit. His sight was swimming greatly and felt he might have a concussion. He looked past miles to see the ceiling was dancing to sound of his heart beat, slowly and threatening to stop at any moment. His eyes were so heavy but knew he couldn't sleep; he couldn't leave his body to this beast. This creature was not holding back his punches and Mikey was beginning to feel the aftermath of his beating. His hands, tightly bound behind him, were beginning to go numb from the pressure of his weight being on top of the appendages. He desperately tried to move, do anything he could but his body protested greatly, refusing to give him the comfort that he still had control.

He looked to see Miles looking down at him, praising himself for the work he had done. This was nothing to him. He didn't even break a sweat but instead broke into a large smile that mocked Mikey. He felt the tears threatening to prick the sides of his eyes but Mikey wouldn't have it. He will not give in. No matter what these monsters do to him he will never stop fighting, he won't ever give in.

He yelped in pain as he felt Miles rolling him over. His face meeting the floor once again and a ruff hand held his hip in place so he couldn't move. Mikey whimpered slightly, trying anything he could to get out of this grasp, to leave this situation. At this moment he wished he was like Leo. He wish he could be as bold as he was and fight off with what ever strength he had, but in the end Mikey knew, he wasn't Leo. As much as he wished he was fearless, as much as he wished he was stronger, he wasn't and it was crushing his heart to know, he will never be as good as his brothers.

Mikey froze, feeling something hard against his thigh. Heart jumped into his throat as he began to struggle, fighting off with anything he could. He needed to. He needed something! He needed his father more then anything.

"Master splinter, Master Splinter!" He whispered harshly, wishing his prayers could somehow get answered, that his father will come to save him at any moment. How much he was terrified, how helpless he was. He wanted his family, he wanted to go home. His breathing was tough, drowning in his own blood that pulled under his lips, Pain from his fractured beak coursing down gut, making it twist in a knot.

"Master Splinter help me!" He thought as he shut his eyes tight, feeling the hard shaft penetrate him hard. Suddenly, a burst a pain shot through his body like a dagger, piercing him over and over again. Grounding his teeth together tightly, holding back his scream of pain, clenching his eyes, holding back the tears filled with pain from plastering his face. He felt the burning sensation and grunted in pain when his attacker began to move, hearing growl in accomplishment. He sensed the eyes of Rictor burning down on him. He was watching this horrid freak show and was enjoying every second of it, the pain he felt, the shame, all of it. It was exactly what Rictor wanted and there was nothing Mikey could do about it.

"Father please help me!" His mind screamed before everything went numb.

Master Splinter fell forward off of his mat, letting out a yelp of pain as he landed on his side, clenching his chest tightly as he could, trying to regulate his breathing as best as he could. He felt it. He felt everything. His sons pain, his emptiness, his loneliness. He witnessed the bruises, the beatings, and the….assault. Everything like a movie playing in his head and was stuck on reply, to fool with his own emotions. He placed his right palm on the ground, pushing himself up slightly, feeling utterly weak. He saw the walls, he saw the guardians, he saw the man who took his youngest away from him. Splinter snarled when the image of the devil with his curved smirk came to his mind. He did this on purpose. He allowed Master Splinter to see that slight bit of information to see his reaction, to take pleasure from his pain.

Splinter let out a couple of gasps when he felt he had failed his son, no matter what happened h was always there to protect them as best as they could and now, he sees his son on the verge of breaking that innocent soul of his and he couldn't do anything about it.

After a few moments, he placed both hands down on the floor and lifted himself up slowly as he kept his gaze on the floor. Raphael was right, there was so much more happening then they could ever imagine. He sighed and placed his hand on his head, trying to organize the scattered parts of memory they left him with. He eyes suddenly shot open in remembering something through the passageway. A green body passing by him in determination to get to his destination but went in the opposite direction that Splinter did. Raphael made the spiritual connection but the guardians manipulated it so he didn't go to Michelangelo. A new sense a fear entered his mind as he rushed to his feet and crashed through the doors and almost hitting Donatello and Leonardo who were watching him with worry. Where did Raphael be lead to?

Raphael walked down the dark hallway, watching the light flicker slightly, showing the cells from the sides of him. Even though this was a spiritual form, he could still get hurt and needed to keep an eye close to his surroundings. As he walked he couldn't help the fluttering of his heart. He wasn't afraid of his new surrounding but feared what he might find. He followed what he believed was Mikey calling for him, so with no hesitation he followed the sound. He knew this was dangerous, he knew he was risking so much at this very moment but he didn't care. He needed to know if he was still able to save his baby brother.

He suddenly stopped in his tracks when he heard a sound, the only sound he has heard since he came into this place. The sound of crying. Raphael was a bit confused by the sound because it sounded so foreign but had a feeling he knew who it belonged to. He continued to walk down the hallway, looking to see the walls were rotting away, the cells were rusted and creaking slightly. Was this were Mikey was? Is this the kind of place he has been kept in? He came in front of a cell, the door was closed but the crying was loud enough to even pass the large metal door. Raph licked his lips before pushing the door open, hearing it creak loudly, making him hesitate slightly. He took a step in to see the deep cell with nothing inside of it besides a figure standing at the wall opposite where Raph was. The light from the hallway showed Michelangelo standing against the wall, his shell towards Raph and his head was down, his sniffling was loud but never looked back at Raphael. Raph gulped when he felt his heart skip a beat. His brother, standing there with bruises and cuts all across his arms, his shell cracked on the side, revealing some of the insides hidden far away from public view. Blood, so much blood coaxing his thighs and ran down till they hit the floor of the metal cell. His bandana, torn and tattered, hung limply around his neck.

Raph was shocked and disgusted; he allowed this to happen they all did. He took a tentative step forward, closing the distance between him and Mikey. With another lick of his lips, he called out,

"Mikey?" His voice was soft, not wanting to frighten him. His crying suddenly stopped, and Raph could see his shoulders tense.

"Raphie?" the voice was small, almost non existent. His voice crackled and so frail it broke Raph's heart in two.

"Ya, its me Mikey, its Raphie boy," He tool another small step towards his younger brother. Mikey moved his head slightly, still covered by the shadows of the room. Raph heard the small gasps and the crying beginning once again.

"Raphie, is-is that really you?" He asked so innocently, so broken Raph had to hold back the break in his voice. He felt his throat start to close from all the emotion he was feeling. He was so angry all he wanted to do was find the bastards who did this to his baby bro and make them pain but right now he knew, he had to be there for him or else he might loose him forever.

"It's really me Mikey." He tried to assure the youngest, hoping he would at least look at him. He heard the intake of breath, sounding almost groggy in a way.

"Whe-where have you been? It-it hurts so much Raphie. I w-waited for you guys, b-but I've been so a-alone." He took a heave of breath, crying his heart out. Raph another step forward, wanting a better look at Mikey but lost himself in his guilt.

"Mikey I am so, so sorry bro. We should have came sooner, I should have came sooner. But Im here now Mikey and I need you to tell me where you are and who did this to you so you can come home. You'll be safe now Mikey." Raph held out his hand in hopes his brother would take it and hope he can figure something out. Suddenly, Mikey stopped his heaving of breath, he was completely still for a moment. He brought his hand up to the loose bandana and tugged it till it fell to the ground.

Suddenly, Raph felt a cold chill fill his body, as if he walked out on a cold, winter's day. Something wasn't right. He tried to take a step back but felt his feet were planted firmly to the ground and he couldn't move.

"The hell..." He grumbled, grunted trying to pull his feet up but couldn't. They wouldn't budge, not even when he tried to wiggle his toes. He looked back up to see Mikey was now facing his, his head still down. Raph took notice of the blood trailing down his plastron in easy streams, outlining all his scutes and scars. He saw the dark blotches all around his plastron. Raph has his mouth open slightly and felt panic. This wasn't Mikey. This was something else and he could tell now, it wasn't friendly. Raph continued to fight at the invisible restraints on his feet.

"You see…The problem with you being here...Raphael..." he voice was low. Lowest Raph has ever heard his voice. It sent a chill down his spine as his breathing increased. He needed to get out of here soon, this wasn't right none of it was. Raph's breath hitched when he saw a smile twitch on the side of Mikey's lips as he walked close enough to Raphael that he was no longer hidden beneath the shadow. Raph stood there, shaking slightly, in total horror. His mouth opened wider as he looked at his brother. His throat was slashed, his eyes were wide and wild, and like a mad man you would see only in an asylum.

"The problem is Raphie Boy is that Im already dead." He spoke darkly, his features turned crazed, smirked lop sided, bearing only a side of his teeth, chuckling slightly. Raph was too late. His brother was gone and he couldn't do anything about it.

Suddenly, the silent restraints were removed and Raphael stumbled back. He looked at the cell door and dashed to the opening to only have it slammed in his face hard. The whole room went dark and he began to bang harshly against the door. He grunted harshly putting all his effort into trying to knock down the door but stopped when he heard a rough chuckling. Raph took a couple of strong breaths before turning into the darkness. He listened, hearing nothing more then the sound of the blood pounding in his head. Wishing he had his Sais right now, he felt a little defenseless. Whoever or whatever that thing was, it was mocking the memory of his brother and he was going to take that. He growled, taking another step closer into the darkness, still hearing nothing besides his own feet touching the floor. He waited to have his eyes adjust to the darkness but it never happened.

He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and a cold breath near his cheek.

"Boo." He whispered before dragging Raphael into the pits of darkness.

Master Splinter ran. He ran as fast as he could, abandoning his walking stick long ago. He had to get Raphael before it was too late. With Donatello and Leonardo hot on his tracks, they made it down to the small pond, where they saw Raph sitting there, legs folded and hands gripping his knees roughly. Splinter slid and looked at his son. His body shivering, shaking like a tree loosing its leaves in the wind. Blood trickled slowly from his mouth as his eyes were scrunched tightly together. His breathing was tough and knew he was fighting, fighting not to loose his soul in the passing world.

Master Splinter worked fast as he got behind Raphael, paying no attention to his other sons who were still trying to understand what was going on. He knew he would have time to explain once they were able to retrieve Raphael. He place one arm around his middle and his other paw over his eyes, covering them tightly and placed his face by his cheek by his ear slit. Splinter felt the fully body shakes, and the small grunt, mixed with the sound of a whimper. He needed to get him home, needed to bring him back now.

"Raphael, I need you to listen to me very carefully." He closed his eyes whispering softly into his ear, trying to follow his spirit but was losing sight. His soul was surrounded by darkness, that mans face, appearing once again. He was playing with Raphael's mind to a great extent, making him separated and showing him his greatest fear. Splinter concentrated, ignoring the stares of the two other sons. Focusing all his energy, he would make it his goal to contact Raphael.

Raph was breathing harshly, bending forward, and resting his hands on his knees. He was fighting with a damn shadow, no matter how many times he sung at the bastard he always seemed to miss. Wiping the stray blood from his split mouth he growled and was filled with anger.

"Why don't you stop hiding and stop fuck'n runn'n you damn coward!" He screamed, hearing his voice echoed back at him. He heard it again, that deranged laughter coming from the imposter.

"Boy Raph, you never learned how to keep that anger of your under control." That voice taunted. It sounded like his brother so much, it made Raphael cringe. He bared his teeth and growled in response.

"What's the matter Raph? Ashamed what you did to me?" This, fake appeared in front of him, his taunting plastered across his face.

"I didn't do that to you!" He growled, swinging his fist and Mikey quickly dodged it with no issue at all. Raph's anger was building, bubbling greatly he thought he was going to blow his top. Mikey smirked at, allowing the blood on his neck to flow freely as it wanted.

"Oh but you did Raphie boy. You couldn't protect me. They beat me. They used me and finally after I was nothing more then a broken toy, they threw me away." He taunted some more.

"Shut up." Raph growled, clenching his fist tightly, growling between his teeth.

"I begged to be saved, hoping my brothers who swore they would protect to come and take me away from this, hell I was in. But you never showed. I'm rotting in a cell as we speak big bro and you. Still. Haven't. Found. Me." He grinned wider, stretching the paper like skin that was beginning to flake on his face.

"I said shut your fucking mouth!" He screamed, charging straight on to Mikey. Mikey stood there and smiled. He anticipated this. He wanted this to happen.

Suddenly, Raph was grabbed. He looked down with rounded eyes to see shadow-like hands gripping at his feet, pulling his harshly down to the ground. He growled, fighting off the shadows but their hold was strong. Raph felt it, the fear, the pain his brother felt. The shadows consuming him all around. His breathing quickened, still struggling to break free. He yelled in frustration, fighting with everything he had. He won't go down like this, he won't loose his soul to the dark, and he won't allow it! He let out a bellowing yell and suddenly the room was flooded with light. This light, piercing to his eyes, made him cringed but also saw Mikey back away from it. Then he heard it, Master Splinter's voice. He was telling him to follow his voice, do not follow the darkness, to come back and quickly. Raphael was more then willing to listen when he felt the darkness leave his lower body.

About to take off, he looked back to Mikey and froze for a second and just stared for a moment. It wasn't this taunting creature that mocked Michelangelo, it wasn't rotting away like before but instead stood his brother, staring back at him, clear of any bruising or cuts. It was Michelangelo. His eyes, blanked and lifeless. His baby blues he remembered were filled with so much life and hope and these, these orbs were clear, nothing to show for. Even though it never spoke to him, even though it made no movement, and knew it wasn't truly his brother, Raphael knew all too well, a piece of Michelangelo died today.

Back at the pond, Leonardo and Donatello stood watching their father whisper small words into Raph's ear, wondering what was happening. All they knew was that there was a crash and a small yelp coming from where Master Splinter was meditating and suddenly, their father ran outside to Raphael. Leonardo could only guess Raph tried using a spiritual connection and Master Splinter felt his distress. Right now Leo felt unbelievably helpless. He hasn't been able to help Michelangelo in any way and now he couldn't help Raphael. All he was able to do was watch and hope that they will be okay.

They both jumped slightly when they heard a shuttering breath come from Raphael. His father let go and allowed Raph to fall forward on his hands and knees and take in some needed breaths. He stared at the floor, gasping in greedily at the oxygen, flowing into his lungs as if he was drowning. He was functioning everything he saw, everything he learned. He shook his head slightly purely out of regret. He couldn't do anything. He allowed it to get this far and he didn't blame anyone but himself. He looked up to see his father. He looked tired. It must have taken a lot out of him to bring him back to his body.

"Masta Splinter I am so sorry I just-" Raph started, placing his clenched fist up to his eye, covering the tears that threatened to poor. He felt a paw on his cheek and looked at his father.

"You are safe Raphael. And that's all that matters at this moment." He assured. Raphael sat up slightly.

"But Mikey he-"

"What ever you saw was not Michelangelo. Someone knew you were coming and showed you something that would upset you." Splinter explained. Raphael looked at him with questioning eyes.

"Ho-how do you know?" He asked cautiously, looking back and Leo and Donnie, confusion plastered firmly on their faces. Splintered sighed and leaned back so he was facing all of his sons.

"I made contact with Michelangelo. He is alive but he is not doing well," He said avoiding going into detail of what he saw. He wanted to spare Michelangelo as much embarrassment as he could. Splinter stood up, reaching out to grab Raphael's still shaky hand.

"I am going to bring back the Daimyo. We cannot afford to loose anymore time."

Cal sat in silence, listening to the creaking of the old walls. Michelangelo was gone longer then expected and figure he must have done something or Rictor framed him in some way. There was no way he would have been gone this long. He was only going outside and that was it. Something happened.

Suddenly, the cell door opened and instead of throwing Mikey inside like they usually do, they walked him in the cell and placed him against the wall he has come to be very accustomed to. As the guards left, Cal looked over Michelangelo. He sat; shell facing Cal and head leaning against the wall, with his knees propped up against his plastron.

"My friend?" he called quietly. Mikey made a shuttering noise when he took a breath; He turned slowly, wincing at the pain of his bottom plastron, feeling a small amount of blood leaking to his thighs. He turned till he was facing his friend, still against the wall. Cal's jaw dropped and looked to see Mikey was lost. He saw his eyes were dimmed, as if no one was home. He saw the bruising and blood scattered across his face in various places. He has never seen his eyes so. . . lifeless, it sent a chill through Cal.

"My friend, what happened?" He asked, concern leaking through his voice. Mikey didn't fully comprehend what he just said. Everything he heard was muffled, as if he was wearing earmuffs and someone was trying to whisper to him. He felt a drip of liquid hit his thigh and his eyes went wide. He brought up a shaky hand to his chin and wiped it. He got a large portion of blood trailing down his forearm. Mikey looked down at it with confusion.

He began to wipe his face with his hands, wincing when he pressed too hard onto his beak. He kept looking at his hands, now covered in his own blood, trying to function where it all came from. The pain from his bottom shot up his spine and he grunted. Instantly, he pressed his throbbing, bruised tail next to his entrance and was trying to function what had just happened. His head swam with questions and scenarios that were left unanswered. He wanted comfort. He knew if he looked at the names, he could remember; remember the faces, the voices of his family. Slowly he moved his head, ignoring the swimming sight and hazy feeling he got in his head, till he saw the wall and his jaw dropped instantly. They were gone. The names, the letters they were all gone. As if never written into the stone wall. Mikey felt his heart race.

"No, no, no, no, no, no!" He thought to himself. He rubbed his blood covered hands over the wall in hopes that they were just covered, that someone was playing a joke on him, anything! He couldn't loose those names he couldn't! He felt the world begin to collapse all around him. His breathing was frantic. He couldn't remember. He couldn't remember their faces anymore, their voices. They existed but couldn't be remembered.

"This isn't fair! This isn't fair!" His mind was screaming at him. He thought he heard a thousand voices at once, drowning out Cal's attempts to comfort him. He was dizzy, blinking rapidly. This couldn't be happening. He swayed slightly, trying to catch his breath till he suddenly fell, landing on his side. Curling up into a tight ball, he was done thinking; he was too tired to think anymore. He allowed the darkness to take over for the first time and at that moment, he could care less if he woke up again.

A/N: Pew! That took me most of the day to write D; But I do hope you guys enjoy and do understand I am doing this to basically change how Mikey's character is going to be so please don't hate me I love Mikey do death this was hard for me :( But please review and tell me what you think.