She stared at her casket's small light and camera angled directly at the face. She had sensors placed in every corner of the casket to check on the turtle and his vitals. She didn't want her play thing to die and Howie was still playing with his own stupid turtle who was probably near death from how bad his wounds, they were in plenty, were festering.

She knew Howie was a good doctor from many occasions but would he take the time to make this game of theirs go on for longer? Would he be able to handle it before he snapped?

The red turtle did not know anything about his so called 'friend' and Howie was no friend to anyone. "If you give him the chance he'll do it, he'll kill you and destroy all you've ever loved." Howie was the sickest of them all. He worked his way into your heart and planted that 'seed', as they all called it, before he nurtured and allowed it bloom to life. It was disgusting and a bit sad to see it happen to something as strong at that red turtle.

Yet none of them had the will to stop it before it broke the red turtle, "Howie always wins, Raphael, and you are no exception to his sick games, Red turtle." She turned on the speaker and gave a small smile as she spoke to her own play thing, Leonardo.

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Leonardo pounded his fist, the third time that day he believed, shouting, ignoring his prior warnings from Donatello and Michelangelo about losing his voice forever, for his brothers and any sign that someone was there and that he was NOT buried in a casket under the ground. Slowly his energy, though it wasn't much, was used up and he cringed at the pain erupting through his body. He was still bleeding slightly and he only opened the wounds every time he tried this.

"What happened!" he cursed to himself remembering how he had fallen asleep at Donatello's and Michelangelo's request. He remembered also the feeling of being lifted up, but his body didn't allow him to fully wake up.

Then he heard it, the closure of the cement lid over him. He had begun to panic before he heard the voice, a soft sultry tone, of a woman come through a speaker. He couldn't reach considering his plastron and shell were firmly smashed against floor and ceiling and he had to stay unusually straight so he didn't aggravate any of the others wounds or being squished.

"Leonadro?" the voice was a small chuckle as it came back online. "I see you do not like your new room, please, tell me… how do you feel?" Leo couldn't believe how calm and polite this woman was trying to be even though he could HEAR the laughter in that soft silk like voice.

"Let me out and I'll show you how I feel!" he snapped before the chocking shock from whatever was in the base of his neck started again. "ARG!" he screamed until his voice was raw and his throat swollen.

"I heard they operated on your throat, Leonardo, I do not think it is a good idea to talk too much. A nod yes or a no is all I need, just like a quirk of the head to single good or bad." She sounded condescending like she was speaking to a child… or just an animal. She must think of his brothers and himself as animals!

"I'm going to enjoy killing-." He didn't get far as the pain increased and a soft almost unheard sigh came at him.

Leonardo screamed as tears built behind his closed eyes and he wished no one would ever see him in this pathetic state being taunted and riled up by a voice. He was beginning to wonder if this was how Raphael felt… but Raph had one thing over Leo at this moment of torment. Raphael was protecting his brothers and Raphael had Howie's word, however much it held.

This woman didn't promise, she just said it wasn't possible. That was all Leo knew as his muscles in his body tightened until his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Howie returned to see Raphael slowly running the sponge over his skin and plastron. "It hurts, doesn't it, red." Raph looked up, distantly, at Howie before he smiled in a cynical way.

"Can't be as bad as my brothers feel… I can deal." Raph gave a hiss as the sponge ran over an open cut that was turning a nasty green white puss color. "Got a knife?"

Howie didn't pale, Raph noticed with distraught, as he pulled out a knife and stepped forward calmly stating, "I'll clean the maja' wounds, Red." And he was at Raph's side before Raph could even object or fight. The blade, without Raphael's consent, easily sliced into the flesh and the smell was putrid that Raphael's stomach turned before he whimpered in pain.

The pulling of flesh was the next thing Raph felt before he grunted, "I'll kill ya when this is over…" he slowly began to pant as each of the major wounds, which Raph guessed Howie thought was ALL of them, were cleaned up.

"Ya can't, Red, because if ya do yer'll never leave this place alive." Raphael couldn't respond to that even as he closed his eyes while being lifted up into the air and over Howie's shoulder. "Let's get ya ta my room, can bound those betta there." Raph didn't know what to say as he began to fall asleep."