This will have slightly more mature content than a typical show would even have. Just letting readers know.

Soon, all was ready with the supplies and it was decided that sometime when the turtles were spotted that the gang was ready to capture the chosen turtle.

The turtles were not seen at Vinnie's for a few days, but they finally came that Saturday afternoon.

"Wait until they've eaten, then attack that bank over there." Lenny ordered some of his men.

Lenny gave the order when he saw the turtles getting ready to finish up their meals.

The men went into the bank closest to Vinnie's and using guns, they held up the place until they got some money.

Just as the turtles were leaving Vinnie's, they heard a burglar alarm go off and 5 robbers came running out of the bank with bags full of cash.

"Don't those nitwits ever learn not to rob banks?" Raphael stated.

"Nope. Come on, we can't let them get away." Leonardo said and he gave chase. The others followed, though they were a little more slower, feeling the weight of the food in their stomachs.

Lenny knew that fighting with their stomachs full might be a good way to get at them.

The men got the turtles into a dead end side alley and turned to face the turtles. The turtles all had their weapons drawn.

"Now just hand over the money." Donatello said.

"No way, Turtle!"

"Then you leave us no choice."

"Get 'em guys." Leonardo ordered.

They all got ready to go to combat with the robbers, but then, more men stepped out of hiding places.

"No, we are the ones who will be getting you!" The lead man said.

The robbers put the bags down and all 20 men had weapons of their own in their hands.

Each turtle knew to brace themselves, but just figured these guys were going to be a cinch to fight, like all robbers were.

There were a few men that were knocked away ever so easily and were mocked, especially by Raphael. But each turtle could throw a good mockery of the nincompoops.

But this time, many of the men fighting the turtles proved to be good opponents for the turtles. They had trained well for a long time.

It didn't take much longer for the turtles to show they were starting to tire though, as the weight of the food in their stomachs was starting to make itself known a lot more.

Lenny had been watching and he finally decided it was time to step in.

The men finally backed off the panting turtles. Just as they were catching their breaths, but watching the humans warily, they saw them backing off. Then stepped in a new one. They hadn't seen this one before.

Lenny then took something out of his jacket pocket, what looked to be a round ball. He threw it at the turtles and it landed near them, then exploding.

"Smoke bomb!" Donatello exclaimed and he and his brothers began coughing hard enough to make them double over.

"Good job, Boss. Are you sure it will work?" A man asked Lenny.

"It has to. I've been waiting a long time for this."

When the smoke finally cleared, all four turtles were laying on the ground, unconscious.

The men came up to the turtles. "Which one is it that you want?"

"That one, the one in purple. Leave his weapon here. Its to let the others know that he's been taken away from them." Lenny said.

A big man came forward and picked Donatello up.

"How long will he be out?"

"An hour at the most. We don't have time to waste. I don't want this turtle waking up being loose." Lenny said. They all hurried to their trucks.

Donatello was thrown into the back of a truck with not so gentle care. Some men climbed in the back with him. His arms were tied behind his shell just in case if he came around too early. Then they drove away.

….

An hour later, Leonardo, Raphael, and Michelangelo woke up in the same alley.

"Oh, what happened?" Mike asked.

"The last thing I remember is we were fighting some robbers." Leonardo said.

"Where'd they go?" Raphael asked.

They all looked around, then they realized something. "Where's Donatello?" Leonardo asked.

"He was right here." Raphael said.

"There's his Bo." Mike said, picking it up.

They were all standing up now.

"Those guys set us up so they could take Donatello." Raphael said.

"We'll find him. Donatello's resourceful and smart. He'll get away by himself if he can. See if you can find his turtle com. There might be a chance he still has it on him." Leonardo ordered.

All three of them looked around the alley for a turtle com, but they only found their own.

"We might be able to track him down if it wasn't destroyed." The leader said.

"Then let's get cracking." Mike said.

They all took off for the lair to get the van and their tracking equipment, though Donatello was the best one that knew how to operate that stuff. They just hoped that their genius brother was alright when they found him.

…..

Some time later, Donatello woke up. His vision was blurry at first, but soon focused.

He felt dizzy. He tried to rub his head, but couldn't move his hands. Then he felt they were tied up. He looked to his left and he saw his left hand raised above his head out to the left, then likewise with his right. He had been spread eagle out on a wall.

"Where am I?" He asked himself. He looked down at his feet too. They too were tied to the wall.

His hands felt like they had lost their circulation. He tried to squirm to get free from this trap. He didn't want to be here in this situation.

"You aren't going to get loose." The turtle heard a voice to his right.

Donatello stopped struggling and said, "Who are you? What do you want with me?" With being tied up like this, Donatello knew he only had his voice to find out what this man wanted from him and to hopefully talk him out of whatever he was going to do.

"You are in my clutches now, Turtle. I've had my eye on you for a long time." Lenny began.

"But what do you want with me?" Donny asked again.

"Revenge, of course."

Donatello's eyes widened. "But, what did I ever do to you? I don't remember you."

"Once the first part is done, I'll tell you what you did to me."

Donatello began to get nervous, but he would make sure not to show it. "What's the first part?" He demanded to know.

"Look up there." Lenny pointed.

Donny looked up and he didn't like what he saw. That made his heart start pounding and breathing picked up. He saw a battering ram hung from the ceiling. It was small compared to what Shredder had wanted to use on Splinter a few years back, but it was still big enough that it might do some damage. Some good damage to him if it hit him.

He began to squirm again.

"Ooh, scared are we?" Lenny remarked with sarcasm.

"I never did anything to you! Let me go!" Donatello cried out.

"Oh, but you did. Besides costing me my freedom, there was other stuff that you did to me. And now, you're going to pay for it. You're going to know what it feels like." The man said.

Donatello really didn't know what this man was talking about. But when he heard that he cost him his freedom, it sounded like this guy had been in prison. With what he was doing now, he so deserved to be back in there.

"Let me go!"

"When I cut this rope and the smasher comes down and gets you, you'll know what I want from you." Lenny said.

Donatello couldn't help but stare up at the smasher. He didn't deserve this. For all he knew, that thing could smash him in the head and kill him. If he died, what would his family do without him? He didn't want to die.

Lenny pulled out a knife and went to go cut the rope.

"Stop! You don't have to do this." Donatello tried to plead for his life.

"Nice try, but it won't help you, Turtle." Lenny said and he cut the rope ever so slowly.

"Don't do it! I never did anything!"

The man ignored the scared turtle's pleas to stop doing what he was. Finally, it was cut free and the smasher began its journey downward.

Donatello saw the smasher coming down toward him and he figured he had only moments to live. He had tried to save himself and couldn't. He closed his eyes tightly, preparing for the worst.

The smasher finally completed its journey and made contact.

The poor turtle felt the impact from the smasher make deep contact into the pit of his stomach.

"OOH!" Donatello cried out in grunted pain. He had never felt such an impact before.

The smasher remained where it had struck, but the weight lightened up after that blow.

Donatello now struggled to breathe. Then, from the drugs still in his system mixed with force of the blow made his stomach upset. It made the organs retaliate and it churned.

Donny had no control over it as what he ate earlier was forced to come back up again. He coated the floor to his right with the vomit.

Lenny was disgusted, but wasn't surprised it would happen and stayed clear of it.

After emptying his stomach contents, Donatello was still breathing hard and didn't feel too good. He moaned in pain. His belly hurt beyond anything he had ever felt before.

Lenny then decided that the turtle was winded enough for the moment that he wouldn't fight back if he was cut down and moved onto the next test. "Cut him down." He ordered.

Donatello vaguely heard it said, but he opened his eyes to see a different person, a blond haired man come toward him with a knife. He couldn't talk at the moment, but his mind screamed, "Don't hurt me please!"

The man got up next to him and cut the ropes on his legs first, then his wrists. The man made sure the turtle went to the left of the mess he had made. He had also moved the smasher off of Donny.

Donatello dropped to the floor, painfully on his knees. He couldn't help but cry out at the pain he felt. His arms immediately cradled his aching midsection, eyes closed tightly and trying to breathe.

The man stepped away and Lenny came forward.

Lenny bent over and put his hand underneath Donny's chin, bringing it up to make sure the turtle was looking at him.

Donny opened his eyes when he felt his head being lifted up. He was looking into his tormenter's face.

"Now you know what I want from you. Didn't that feel good?" Lenny mocked him.

"N- o." Donatello said weakly.

"I was being sarcastic, Turtle. Now its time for your next test." Lenny said. "Take him."

Two more men came forward and pulled on Don's arms. Donatello cried out with being pulled to his feet so fast and a still aching stomach that wasn't bound to stop hurting for some time.

Donatello was scared for his life as he was being half dragged from the room while the janitor worked to clean up the mess he had made on the floor.

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