Ch 18 One Last Chance.

For the next two hours, Donnie worked in his lab, going over Leo's gear with whatever forensic chemicals he had that would lead to the location of where they were holding his brother. He worked feverishly while the others watched and assisted in whatever he needed. Finally, he stopped and turned to them.

"Okay, this is what I've determined." He began. "There is Leo's blood on his mask along with... some other things." He looked nervously at Mikey before looking to Raph hesitantly, he didn't want to tell them what the 'other things' were.

"On his knee and elbow pads, I didn't find blood but found what looks to be sauce of some sort." He held up one of the pads with a curious look. "A type of spaghetti sauce from what I can tell." He looked over his findings. "It's made with a special blend that you wouldn't find in a store but more then likely in a restaurant. I checked around and found an Italian restaurant close to where Shredder's lair is." He typed some more on his computer. "It's a place called Vizioso's Spaghetti House."

"Wait." Raph looked at him with a look of dawning on his face. "Did you say...Vizioso's?"

"Yeah, why?"

Raph looked from Donnie to Mikey and then slowly lowered himself on a chair next to Donnie's desk. His breathing began to quicken and he started to look as though he was going to be sick. "I can't believe I didn't think about him." He banged his fist on the desk. "Why didn't we remember him!?" He all but screamed out.

"Raph...who?" Donnie asked as both he and Mikey began to get nervous about Raph's ramblings. .

Raph looked at his brothers. "The Sicillian mobster. Don Vizioso!" Raph groaned out. "I can't believe I didn't remember him!" He banged his fist again. "Why didn't I remember him!?"

"Who the hell is Don Vizi...what's his name?" Mikey asked.

"He's a mobster who dealt with Shredder in the past." Raph explained while Donnie quickly began to type the gangster's name in his computer. "He's the one Casey saw making a deal with Shredder last year after we stopped the massive Kraang invasion to get the chemicals to use on the brain worms to control Karai."

"I remember." Donnie said, quickly working on his computer. "And I found him." He looked excitedly at his brothers. "He's the owner of the Italian restaurant but he does have a home in Westchester NY, about an hour and a half from here." He looked excitedly at his brothers. "I can't imagine they would keep Leo at a popular and busy restaurant like Vizioso's so let's check the home out." Donnie programmed the GPS and the three turtles jumped into the party wagon and made their way to the address with renewed hope.

One hour and ten minutes later, in the cover of darkness, Donnie drove the party wagon to a secluded area where a large white house with a large security fence surrounding the grounds was found. The three turtles looked at each other nervously. Donnie walked over to the gate and using his t-phone quickly disarmed the alarm and the gate unlocked.

The three turtles quickly and stealthily made their way to the back of the house. Donnie once again used his t-phone to disarm the alarm and the three turtles made their way into the house via a small window. They found themselves in a rather large basement of the house and went off in separate directions to look around.

Raph went toward the back further away from the stairs while Donnie and Mikey began to explore the side closest to the stairs. In front of Raph, he saw two bedroom doors. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he noted on the floor in front of him was a dried dark puddle that had a trail going into one of the rooms. His eyes nervously wandered over to the door and he reached out a shaking hand on the knob. He felt his stomach twist in knots as he slowly opened the door.

Immediately a strange and horrid smell assaulted his nose and caused his beak to wrinkle in disgust. He walked into the small room, his eyes roaming over every inch. In the middle of the small room was a small bed. He walked over to it and saw the four straps that hung from each post. He continued to inspect it, allowing his eyes to slowly grow accustomed to the dim lighting that came from the single light bulb that hung in the far corner of the room. He swallowed hard and fought the urge to vomit as his eyes fell on the red stain that spread along the bed. Tears welled in his eyes and his body began to shake violently as he tried to hold back the sob and scream that threatened to erupt from his throat. He began to slowly walk backward out of the room, one arm tightly around his body and a hand over his mouth. A slight noise behind him caused him to whirl quickly around.

"Raph?" Mikey's voice was low and shaking at seeing Raphael's look of horror. "What is it?"

"Donnie, you and Mike get outta here. Now." He whispered, his hand reaching for the doorknob. He slowly began to close the door. He couldn't let his brothers see what he had.

"But Raph." Donnie wasn't about to move without answers. "What's in there?"

Raph was just about to order them to leave again when a creak from the stairs made all three turn around. They quickly got their weapons out, determined to fight for answers as to what happened to their brother. Seconds later, a small gaunt figure entered the room and before them stood a man, a servant they guessed, coming down with a pail and cleaning supplies. He stopped quickly when he saw the three turtles, his eyes at first wide with fright, but then he quickly asserted himself.

"You look like him." He whispered in a old raspy voice, coming closer to them and squinted through his glasses.

"Like who?" Donnie asked him.

"The other turtle they had here." He motioned toward the door Raph had just come out of. "They tried to get information out of him but he fought them. Wouldn't give into them no matter what they did to him. So...they finally did away with him." He shook his head and moved closer to the spot where the dried puddle was. "Disposed of his body and then they left sometime last night. I have to get this place clean before the master gets back from Italy." He bent down and began scrubbing. "A shame of that one though. He never gave up on hoping to get out of here."

"Did they say where they were going?" Raph asked. He was fighting the urge to grab the old man and scream at him.

"Fraid not." He sloshed more water around, trying to get rid of the stain. "They got their stuff and just left, no notice, no warnings, not even a thank you, just left."

The three turtles looked at each other, their faces showing the disappointment clearly. They turned and quickly left, leaving the old man to his ramblings. The old man looked up and seeing they were gone, pulled out a cell phone. Smiling, he dialed a number. "They were here and I did just as you said." He told the voice on the other end. He smiled and turned off the phone then quickly got himself up and out of the basement.

The party wagon drove away from the house for several minutes. Eventually pulling over to the side of the road. They had not spoken since they left the house and now they sat in silence, each of them refusing to believe what they had seen and heard. Raph suddenly and violently opened the driver side door. He jumped out and began vomiting on the side of the road. Donnie and Mikey quickly got out and ran over to him, pulling back the ties to his mask and rubbing his shell while he emptied his stomach.

Raph finished throwing up and let out a loud scream. "It's not over!" He yelled, his fist clenched and tears streaming down his face. He stood up and looked up into the night sky. "Do you hear me Shredder!?" His screamed out and looked around as if trying to find something. "IT'S NOT OVER!"

Raph leaned heavily against the vehicle and sobbed hard. "We'll find you, you bastard and we will kill you for what you did to our brother." He whispered more to himself then to his brothers. "We will kill you."

Mikey and Donnie quickly wrapped their arms around Raph's shoulders and the three held each other for several long minutes, crying hard and vowing vengeance before finally climbing back into the van and driving home.