Well what do you know, I am alive after all. Sorry for the delay but I am back writing regularly so I hope you enjoy this. I finished random ramblings yesterday and here is another chapter for you. I hope you enjoy this!
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The darkness seemed to swallow the four brothers both literally and spiritually as time ached on. They had divided the last piece of bread four ways two days after Don had returned and now hours later it barely touched their hunger.
Mikey was nestled against Donatello, with him being gone so very long Mikey had feared he would never see his brother again. Now all the more he wanted to be close to his purple banded brother.
Raphael sat with his shell against the solid wall, for a turtle who had never liked the prospect of being caged the touch of the wall kept him grounded. It helped him focus on something other then the fear and dread which had steadily creeping up his inside.
Donnie was drifting between slumber and wakefulness, but with the darkness around them who could tell?
Mikey whimpered in his sleep and Donnie absently let his hand fall to his shoulder and Mikey grew quiet once more.
"Raphael?" Donnie spoke quietly in the shadows. It was an occasional occurrence in the murky room, one or the other would simply call out to make sure everyone was present.
"Right here Don." Raphael offered quietly from near by.
Now it was Raph's turn, "Mikey?"
There was a second of silence and Raph felt his heart rise to his throat.
"Mikey?" He tried again, this time it was Don who answered.
"He's here, asleep but here."
Raphael relaxed and settled back against the stone wall. Having lost him once he feared what shape he would return in should be taken once more.
"Leo."
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"Leo."
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"Leo."
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"LEO!"
Raphael's throat burned when his voice raised and he could hear Mikey's yelp as he jumped out of what ever dream he was currently in.
The hot blooded second oldest struggled to push his way to his feet. His legs were weakened from lack of use. In their tiny cell it was often easier to scoot or crawl to where you needed to go. The ever present wall was for the slightest second a welcome as he gripped its un-giving surface to keep his balance. The fast stance had cause blood to rush to his head.
Donnie was trying to calm Mikey who was awake and quickly approaching panicked.
"Who? Who'd they take?!" Mikey's voice was little more then a whimper.
Raphael stumbled across the concrete floor which had caused sores on his brothers and himself over the pass two weeks. His hands continued to search in front and to the sides desperately hoping to grasp his brother.
He's only sleeping, that's it, just to tired to answer.
Raph tried to rationalize…rationalize?
In this place?
There was nothing about this place that was rational.
Rapahel cried out has he went head first into the stone wall on the other side of the cell.
No.
Now on his knees he began to crawl, feeling helplessly around the cell and his brothers for any sign of their leader.
Maybe they could get out of this alive with out Mikey, Donnie or himself.
It was a grim prospect but still a possible one.
But get out of this with out Leo?
Never.
His hands found Mikey's foot in their frantic searching and despite the pain he could hear from his little brother he felt his own arm grabbed. Mikey had made himself sit up enough to reach him.
With the tone of utter desperation Mikey repeated his question.
"WHO!?"
Utterly grounded by the solid grip on his arm Raph found himself unable to answer. His throat and eyes burned and panic swelled in his heart.
Something cold touched his free hand and he jumped. After a few seconds to collect himself he reached out again.
A water bottle.
A cold, nearly frozen water bottle.
They had only just taken him, if he had been a little faster to check…
Raphael sat down solidly he was utterly numb, body and soul.
A strangled sound came from Donnie. It was just like his dream, he couldn't save them.
Mikey knew, he hurt and ached and he knew. Donnie was to his right and he still gripped Raphael.
Leo.
He tightened his grip on his brothers.
No it wouldn't be like this, it couldn't be just like Bishop had shown him.
He was becoming alone….entirely and heartbrokenly alone.
Raphael swung at the wall. He heard the crunch and felt his skin tear but it didn't hurt.
Nothing could touch the pain he felt.
Not even Bishops nightmare hurt this much.
For the first time in their two weeks of hell a solid weight of hopelessness fell among the three remaining brothers and even the darkness seemed darker.
They had lost their hope, their leader and more so their brother.
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Sorry it took so long doing a 16 week class in 8 weeks is never easy.
Thanks to all who have read!
-RandomPenName