*Collapses*

Enjoy this chapter that practically drained me to write successfully. More than likely there are mistakes but I'm way too tired to check right now. Maybe tomorrow. This is a big chapter XD

When they returned Raphael to his cell, the loud clattering of the cell bars awoke Leonardo. His limbs burned as the blue-masked turtle blinked his room into focus, listening to the noise in the cell directly beside his. For several seconds, he lay in painful silence, his fingers scraping the bottom of the stone ground where he lay. Once he heard a grunt from the other cell that sounded like it came from his brother, he stiffened.

When he shifted, he felt the world spin. But he ignored it. Unable to stand, he began to crawl towards the front corner of his cell towards the bars, realizing that the sound was coming from the neighboring room on his right. As he got closer, he could see three men in white uniform exiting the room and heading down the hall. For several seconds, the only noise was the sound of the men's footsteps echoing endlessly away. Once the door at the far end slammed shut and he knew they were alone, Leo leaned against the bars and pressed himself into the corner. "Raph?"

His younger brother coughed. Leonardo wished he could see his brother, but the bars were too thick for him to poke his head through. They must have done the same torture that they did to himself. He felt his insides twist at the very idea of his brothers enduring such pain, and he fell silent.

"…Leo?" He heard his younger brother whisper hoarsely.

"Yeah, it's me. I'm here." Leo replied back in a hushed tone. He turned a bit, pressing himself as far into the corner as possible in desperate attempt to be with his younger brother. Though he knew it wouldn't happen. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah…" Raph coughed. "No…"

Leo frowned, lowering his gaze to the dirty stone floor. He could hear scraping in the other cell, as if Raph was trying to move, and then a heavy thud followed. "Have you seen Donnie or Mikey?" Leo whispered, almost afraid to ask.

"…No." Raph replied regretfully, and Leo could hear the tiredness laced in. More shuffling. Leo turned in attempt to see into his cell, but it just wasn't possible. But the shifting sounds were coming closer, until another heavy thud echoed right on the other side of the stone wall blocking them.

"We'll find a way out of here." Leo whispered, determination weak in his hoarse voice.

Raphael said nothing. Leo could hear his uneven breathing, and felt so far away from him. They couldn't have been more than a foot apart, but the wall between them made it feel as if they were in completely different worlds. And that was intolerable. Leo blinked with heavy eyes, reaching a hand through the bars and towards Raph's cell. He held his hand there until he felt his brother's fingers entwine with his and squeeze his hand. "I promise." Leo swore in a soft voice.

Again, Raph said nothing. But as the squeeze turned into a half-conscious hold, Leo realized it wasn't because he had nothing to say. It was because Raph had finally blacked out.

The police sirens in the distance began to rattle Cath's nerves, causing her to fiddle. The store alarm was still blaring loudly, rattling the woman's ears as she felt her heart beat like a drum. Her little sister still hadn't shown up. "C'mon, Angel. Get out of there already." She whispered.

Several long moments passed, and the woman tensed herself, debating on whether she should run in there and save her sorry butt or not. The sirens were getting real close. She cursed under her breath. "Angel, get out of there!" She grumbled more to herself, pacing in the alley with her eyes glued to the store. She couldn't see her little sister's silhouette anymore, and her heart began to race.

When the police cars were spotted down the road, Cath was stuck. She couldn't let Angel go to jail, what would she tell their grammy? That she led her little sister right into a store to get caught?

Or worse, if she disappears like all the others…

No, stop thinking like that, it's just a store. She told herself, replaying what she had told Angel to be careful of. Maybe there really was something up with this store. Finally, she realized that running into the store now would get the two of them arrested. It was already too late for Angel.

Cath made a break for it, looking back the whole way with her heart in the bottom of her stomach.

The arms holding Donatello were rough and merciless. His feet dragged numbly across the ground, and his arms were locked tight behind his back. His eyes were closed. Thinking about it, Donnie realized it might have been smart to keep his eyes open and keep a careful watch on the floor plans of this building. But he was far too tired to really care.

There were many, many men with him. It was confusing. Surely they wouldn't need this many to carry one turtle somewhere? Donnie shifted, feeling his arm electrocute with pain that made him immediately fall still. They turned the corner. Donnie opened his eyes the slightest bit, finding the group of men walking through a door and enter him into a long hallway. It looked almost exactly like the hall that contained his own cell. Wondering why they were returning him after taking him absolutely nowhere, they stopped and let him dangle from their holds.

Three men stepped forward and opened a cell door. Well, this may be a different cell. Preparing himself to get thrown in, he fell confused when the men didn't move. Instead, the three that had opened the door entered the cell.

Donnie could just see a bit inside from where he was. The men crouched at the edge, and he heard a half-conscious "No, no…" that belonged to none other than Mikey, and he was pulled up. Dragged out into the hallway similar to Donnie's hold, the older turtle stiffened.

"Mikey?" He whispered.

The state Michelangelo was in scared him. He seemed drained of energy, half conscious with a look of pain and horror written clearly across his face as if he were having a nightmare. But his eyes drooped open the slightest bit, and Donnie wondered if he was in a daze. "Michelangelo, can you hear me?" Donnie asked firmly, narrowing his eyes worriedly. What had they done to him?

"No speaking!" A guard behind Donnie struck him in the head with the hilt of a gun. An involuntary gasp escaped him, and his chin dropped to his chest. A dull ache settled, and he closed his eyes.

But his words were enough to stir Mikey. The smaller turtle blinked a few times, glancing up at his older brother as if he had just woken up. "…Donnie?"

"You too, freak." Another man that was behind the smaller turtle struck him in the same way the other did, and Mikey cringed, shrinking a bit.

Donnie struggled, twisting in attempt to free himself. His muscles burned in agony, but he shoved the pain away to deliver a strong kick to the man holding him on his right. The arm holding him up was removed, and without the support, Donnie collapsed on his right shoulder. The man holding him on his left jerked in surprise at the sudden weight, and Donnie twisted, bringing the man to the wall. His arms still cuffed, he leaped at one of the men holding Mikey.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he twisted his legs around the man's neck, twisting and yanking his weight to the ground. The man crumpled, his own gun clattering away from him as Donnie struggled back to his own feet.

It only took a split second for this to occur, but by the time Donnie had freed Mikey's right arm, he heard a click and spun around. The gun pointed at him was cocked and aimed directly at his head. A heavy tension filled the air between them, and Donatello tensed nervously. "Freeze." The man sneered angrily, pure determination and bloodlust on his face. "Or I shoot."

Mikey's eyes were wider, fully awake now, as he glanced up at Donnie beside him. He was standing a bit straighter, tense, as if he were about to strike out in mirror to his brother, but at the sight of the gun he knew better. Donnie exchanged a small glance with him before feeling his rush of adrenaline drain. Feeling his muscles fail, he fell to his knees, ducking his head in surrender. He wasn't exactly sure where he planned on going with that plan, but on impulse, he acted. It wasn't exactly like him.

Then again, since when was there ever time to think things through anymore?

Two more men replaced the wounded ones as they grabbed Donnie's arms, and another took hold of Mikey's arm. The brothers exchanged a short glance, and Mikey gave him a small, tiny nod. The corner of his mouth cracked in the slightest of smiles. The small gesture was meant to be reassuring, but Donnie still felt the hopelessness lining the situation nonetheless. Then he was turned away, breaking their locked gazes, and they were dragged out of the hallway.

They were brought through several different rows of white walls, being guided down as if it were a maze. Just when it seemed like they would be going on forever, they were turned and dragged into a room.

The area was large, with equipment and blades lining the room. It was cold. Seemingly heartless. Donnie took inventory, finding this room very much like a laboratory. Though nothing like his. This one smelled more like mad scientist to him. He glanced forward and found examining tables lined in a row, leaned upwards a bit so that they'd be facing forwards. And already strapped to two of them were his two oldest brothers.

Leo's eyes were open already, but widened in the presence of his two youngest brothers. He remained silent, due to the men surrounding his brothers, though his facial expression told a different story. A small, relieved smile grew on his face and even though he seemed tired, he looked glad to see them. Donnie blinked several times, feeling the bruise on the back of his head begin to pound, and he was carried towards a table of his own beside Raph's.

His other brother seemed checked out, half conscious. He heard Mikey gasp a little at the sight of him, but Donnie wasn't sure why. The men assisted in strapping the two turtles to their tables, leaning them up. Donnie turned to his right to look Raph over, finding him intact, and then turned to his left to look at Mikey, who was trying to lean forward in his cuffs to see his older brothers. It was then that Raph began to stir, blinking several times and shifting a bit. Leo turned sharply to him, raising his head a bit. Raphael groaned. "What… what's…"

Before Raph could mutter a single sentence, the doors opened again to three more men carrying in a girl. She had a darker skin tone, with black hair tied back in high pigtails and a purple streak running down one of them. Her clothes were a bit torn, and she seemed only about fourteen. She was struggling against her captors, cursing under her breath and kicking out. The man behind her hit her with the hilt of his gun. It seemed to be their favorite form of attack on misbehaving captives.

She grimaced, lowering her head and allowing herself to be dragged another two feet before she attempted to free herself again. "Let go of me, creeps!" She cried out, looking up at the tables in front of her. Her feet seemed to stop, and her eyes widened at the sight of the four mutant cuffed to the tables.

"Move!" One of them demanded, shoving her forward and causing her to stumble. She was dragged to the side, towards the table on Mikey's side.

The girl was silent now, as if she were in shock or terror. Neither that Donnie could pinpoint. The men, who were much stronger than her, held her up to the table and cuffed her. As she began to regain her senses, she began to fight, self-conscious to the fact that the four mutants were staring at her. She leaned forward, looking away and shutting her eyes tight.

Before anything could be said, the door at the end of the room opened again, but this time it was no captive.

"Hello, my subjects." The man grinned sadistically, stepping forward. The men surrounding the captives stepped back, allowing him room as he neared them. The girl and the turtles fell still, all eyes on him. He pushed up his glasses, tilting his head up a bit and very much enjoying the upper hand. His labcoat nearly touched the floor, swaying as he walked until he stopped before the captives.

"Who are you?" Leo dared to ask, lowering his head and narrowing his eyes.

The man sneered with a devilish grin. "It's not necessary for you to know my name; however…" He paused, "When you scream my name, pleading to make the pain stop, begging for mercy…" He clicked button on the utensil, listening to it's vibrations as it whirred to life and spun a deadly blade. "You may call me Bishop."