Thank you Simone Robinson for Betaing. Here is chapter two!

Chapter two

A day or so later.

Leo blinked as he looked out from his half opened eyes to see the glowing ceiling. He moaned in discomfort that came from the pain laced in each wound he had gathered from the torment he was dealt in Raphael's place.

"Leo?" Michelangelo's voice was soft as a hand touched his shoulder, "Leo, bro?" Leo didn't say anything as he slowly turned his head to look, almost distantly, at Mikey's face.

"What-" He barely spoke before a finger was pressed to his lips.

"Don't talk, Leo, seriously bro." Mikey looked sad before he took a deep breath, "Donatello's okay, just to let you know… Raph… Raph was taken the day you … you were brought back…" Mikey looked over his shoulder to a point Leo couldn't see.

"Leo?" It was Donnie's voice, "We're in trouble." Mikey looked shifty after he kept glancing everywhere but at him.

"What-" Mikey stopped him again from speaking and he really didn't understand why.

"They cut open your throat, bro… Don says that… you could lose your voice forever… if you… speak and not let it heal…" Mikey shifted on the ground moving for Leo to see Don sitting reading something in a vanilla envelope.

"To answer your question: What is going on is…" Don cleared his throat. "Leo, we've been here for four months. We got drunk that night and Raphael was the only who could fight along with Casey… from these reports Howie brought me to read… Raphael has been the only one conscious of anything happening these last four months; his own request, pointed out in here."

"Don, tell him about…" Don looked over before sighing.

Slowly Donatello shifted his body and scouted over to Michelangelo and Leonardo. "It seems Raphael has been their test subject and… they…" Leo watched his brother gulp. "They've … God I don't know how to say this… The record stated he's been 'dissected' fifty-five times."

Leo stopped to blink and he turned to look into Donatello's eyes telling him that it was impossible.

"No," Don stated, "Not if they give him certain drugs to speed up recovery." This was all Leo needed to know before he felt the tears prickle his eyes. Raphael had been alone while all this was happening to him? They… they… what brothers put their own up against these S.O.B.'s?

"That isn't he worst of it." Mikey pulled Leo's eyes upwards into his glowing eyes, "Raphael almost died… after each-" Mikey stops here to take a breather from the tears building behind his eyes, "… but… You're not going to believe what types of mental test they're going to put him through… Howie… that bastard…"

Did Leo want to know? No, absolutely not. Yet, his brother was in trouble, he had to know. He nodded weakly.

"They've buried him alive last night." Don said before Mikey could. "He has air, but Raph doesn't have food or water." Leo slowly allowed his mind to sink this in before,

"Raph's being starved?" he questioned out loud as his voice was a weak shallow gasp. Don looked furious for a bit at the opened saying of the torture and that Leo would jeopardize his chance of speaking after being told.

"Not only that but he's been in his own defecate for a day now. He's going to be weak, sore, and he's not going to have any part of his skin that isn't going to look like it's about to fall off in the next couple of days or so if we don't get him out," Don paused, "If he stays in there the worst might be he'll have some delirium and fever with a bad infection for those wounds."

"We'll… get him… back…" Leo felt exhaustion hit him before he paused.

"Go back to sleep, Leo, you need it." Leo gave a slight nod before he was gone back under.

Michelangelo frowned turning to his older, not oldest, brother who grimaced and put down the folder.

"Finished?" Don really didn't want to say no, but he looked at his brother to smile.

"Yes…" his voice was weak and he looked exhausted, but that was because Mikey and Don had stayed up for hours and hours without any hint of sleep and not because of the weak lie, "Let's go to bed, Mikey, we need to rest up." Mikey frowned before turning to look away.

"You're right." Mikey barely said straight as his eyes were already closing.