(A/N: Woot! An update! :D

I'd like to thank Lilninjawolf for betaing for me again! I'd also like to thank everyone who reviewed. Much appreciated! =D

Disclaimer: I do not own the turtles or make any money from writing stories about them. That is the job of the kind people of Nickelodeon.. *Sighs heavily and really wants that job*.)

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Raphael heaved himself up onto the pier, coughing and wheezing in his attempt to get that last bit of water out of him, but also saw more of the green stuff from before. Though not as much. He lay there for a short time, shivering as the cold wind chilled him to the bone. He felt so tired, so numb, his body was starting to move slower whenever he attempted it. In fact, the only thing that made him even think about trying to get up was the sound of loud footsteps running up the pier towards him.

He rolled over, glancing at the group of people running towards him. His only relief was that they were obviously not ninjas. Slowly, he forced himself to get up, swaying as he did. To think he had done so little and was so tired because of it.

The group before him were... kids? Maybe as young as 15, but certainly no older than 20. And they all had a weapon. Nothing like the ninja weapons Karai had possessed, but instead these were street weapons. Was that the right way to put it? Pipes, chains, baseball bats, knives, and none of them were looking at him too kindly. Shit... He really should have grabbed a weapon from Karai's armoury before leaving. Though, he would have probably have just lost it in the water.

The group frowned at him as they got closer. Well he was a giant turtle, but that didn't seem to be the problem.

"I thought the boss said this one was dead?" One said to another.

Dead? What the hell? Okay, if their boss claimed him dead maybe he was better off avoiding this group. But he was backed into a corner really, at the end of a pier with only the water to go back to. He was so tired and where would he go once he was in the water. He was still shivering, even more so as they started to grin at him.

"I can fix that problem," one claimed, stepping towards Raphael, the group following him.

That's it! Without anymore hesitation he jumped. As if they had expected this, he heard a bang. For a second he feared it had been a gun shot, but before he hit the water a net wrapped itself around him so when he did finally hit the water, he was tangled.

Raphael struggled to get out, sinking in the water, unable to swim properly. Suddenly, he felt himself being pulled back up to the surface, thankfully before another coughing fit could start. Unfortunately, the thugs were the ones pulling him out. Shit.

They heaved him back up onto the pier. He continued to struggle with them, but they were quick to start laying into him with their weapons. He cried out in pain as they continued to beat him. He tried to curl up into a ball in order to try and protect himself when suddenly something hit him square in the back of the head, and then there was nothing.

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Raphael slowly came to, aware of a rather large hand gripping his head, not bothering to be gentle at all. He moved to force the hands away, but found he couldn't move. His hands were secured painfully tight behind him to... a chair? He was sitting in a chair, he slowly realized. He tried to move his legs, but they were secured to the chair as well.

Whoever was with him seemed to notice him coming round and decided to help the process along by using his giant hands to start slapping him around. Raphael's eyes snapped opened and he made a few incoherent grunts and growls in an attempt to get away from the giant hands. However, even when he was awake, the hands didn't stop. Instead there was a booming laughter at his reaction and suddenly a fist slammed into his stomach, leaving him winded and struggling to breathe.

"So, you're finally awake," came the voice. "And looking worse for wear since I last saw ya."

Raphael continued to struggle to breathe. Oh god... He felt like he might be sick... He tried to get a look at the person that hit him, but frowned... He must have problems seeming as there was two of them.. Two giant, humans with long blonde hair and the same scars... They even moved the same... He blinked to try and clear his vision. It worked slightly, but he just couldn't get them to focus. His headache was growing again... Then again... He was pretty sure someone had hit him in head again.

Raphael opened his mouth to speak, but the instead he the man (men?) hit him with such a powerful back fist; he and his chair went flying across the room and into some other furniture. He groaned, now lying on his side on the chair.

"Looks like Karai was stupid enough not ta finish ya off right away," the man continued as he slowly walked over to him. "But I promise ya I won't make the same mistake."

Raph felt himself and the chair being lifted off the ground.

"You'll be dead within the hour," the man sat the chair and Raphael up properly, as if it was as simple as picking up a toy. "But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy this, and let me tell you Raphael, I will enjoy this. Immensely."

Raphael could hear the man cracking his knuckles. The turtle was struggling to even see the man now. His pain was everywhere. His head, his face, his chest, his stomach, his arms, and his legs. Somehow he knew that it was going to get so much worse for him. This guy... Whoever he was, meant everything he had said. He'd jumped right out of the frying pan and into the fire...