Digital cried out in pain as electricity coursed through her collar and into her small frame. She hated the robots and Shredder, and now she had no idea where her father was or even if he was alive. She pushed the thought aside as her small frame was shocked with more voltage.

She wiped the tears from her eyes. Her father wouldn't want her to cry. But he wouldn't call her weak either. He'd call her brave. He'd tell her how proud he was that she was staying so strong, even in a time of desperation.

Mikey would tell her to keep her head high, and think of a joke every now and then to make the pain less painful.

Raph would tell her to stay strong no matter what, and when the time comes kick whoever's butt did this.

Splinter would tell her to use her resources wisely and to her advantage.

And Leo would tell her to...wait...of course! He'd tell her to meditate! It was perfect! If she could perfect her meditation sequence she may be able to get ahold of one of her uncles, her grandpa, or maybe even her aunt. She could tell them where she was...oh...right. She didn't know where she was.
Maybe if she described the place looked like they'd know where she was.

She hadn't had much practice with connecting others during meditation, but that didn't mean she couldn't try! But before she could do anything, two droids came back and attached the two metal bars that attached to the sides of her collar. She struggled and tried to break free with what strength she had,
but she knew deep down it wouldn't be enough. She was too sick and weak to fight back.

They dragged her to a room with torture devises alined on the walls and a lab table in the center. The droids lied her ontop of the table and detached the bars. They latched the wrist clamps on her wrists and did the same with her ankles. Then, the prostrate table was turned so that it stood upword and Digital was face to face with a camera at the opposite end of the room.

"What the?" She whispered to herself. The door opened with a creak and then slammed shut with a,
bang! "Sir, wh-where is my f-father?"

The Shredder snarled at the ten year old girl. "That is none of your concern, foolish girl!"

Digital could feel tears press against her eyes. "Please, sir. I-I-I-I just w-w-wish to kn-know where my f-father is."

Shredder growled and slashed his arm blades near Digital's right eye and it began to gush blood. Digital's first instinct had been to hold her hand to her bleeding eye, but when she tried to lift her arm she was only painfully reminded that her hand had been restricted by a wrist brace connected to the lab table. She could feel the braces cut into her wrists and ankles, and she had to bite her lip.

The Shredder started the camera and stood next to Digital. "Hello, Hamato Yoshi. You can see now that here I have your precious granddaughter held captive. I can do what I wish with her. And I have been." For emphasis, he brought the whip down upon Digital's abdomen. Then again. And again. Each whack earned a hiss of pain. Shredder smiled at this, especially as tears of pain began to drip down Digital's blood stained face.

"Anything you want to say to your worthless family?" Shredder asked in a growl.

Digital lifted her head slightly and looked to the camera with tear filled eyes. "P-Please, find me. He-He's m-m-m-mean to me, a-and he t-t-t-took me a-a-a-away from d-d-d-daddy." Digital sobbed. Digital's head snapped up as she felt the reassurance of a cold uobject under her neck. So cold it was almost like ice. The reassurance immediately vanished when the object was made known to her.

A blade was pressed against her throat. One swipe. That's all it took. One swipe. And she could die. She didn't dare say one word. "If you want Digital and Donatello back you shall come to my lair. Alone Hamato Yoshi! Only then will I release the two."

Digital's eyes widened. She knew it was a trap. It had to be a trap! Shredder doesn't keep his words!
"Don't come grandpa! It's a trap! It's a tra-" She stopped. Pain erupted in Digital's throat. Shredder had made a long deep gash across her throat. Blood oozed from her throat like water trickling from a small waterfall. She couldn't speak.

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Raphael couldn't help but pace the floors of his home. The tension in the lair was eating him alive, and he could do nothing but sit back and wait until something was made known of his brother and niece's whereabouts. He growled as Mikey watched him pace in front of him.

"I can't take this much longer!" Raph growled. His emerald green eyes were flared with a fire that blazed in anger and desperation. "Why can't we just go look for them?!"

"Because we don't have the slightest clue where any of them are. We could leave the lair, encounter the Shredder, and get ourselves killed. That would accomplish nothing, unless death is on your wish list for age 23." Mikey retaliated from his pondering position on the couch.

Raph growled at his baby brother. "We can't just sit around and do nothing! They could be out there getting killed, yet we don't know! I say we take our chances and go out searching anyways!"

Mikey didn't raise his voice. That would only fuel the fire in Raph's spirit. "We can't, Raph. We wouldn't know the first place to look. Don't you think it's essential that we know where they are first. I mean, we don't even know if they are in the same place or if they even know where the other is."

"Mikey's right, Raph. We can't just dive in head first. We need to make sure that we know where they are before we do any searching whatsoever." Leo agreed.

Raph growled at the lack of support for his idea. He wasn't one to sit on the side lines if something was wrong. He was normally the first one out the door and the first one to raise the first battle cry. And where his family is concerned he'd be willing to bet his own shell that he'd do anything and everything to get them back.

"Are we supposed to just sit here and have a tea party while our brother and niece are out there, possibly dead?!" He shouted in frustration. His niece and brother were out there, possibly dead, and they had done absolutely nothing to progress their knowledge as to where they were.

Leo was getting fed up with Raph's behavior. "Raph, enough! None of us are going to look for them until we know where they are, and that's final!" Leo yelled at his younger brother. Mikey recoiled slightly at his brothers yelling. He hated fights, and his brothers knew it. They just forgot to pay mind to it in the midst of an arguement.

Mikey decided he'd haul shell and walked away from the living room. He wandered the lair for a bit, and in the end, he found himself standing in the doorway of Digital's room. He leant against the side of the doorway as he took in the characteristics of the room.

Her room was a normal size, nothing too small and nothing too big. She had a bed that was pressed against the left wall. Her comforter had a zebra print end with blue cheetah in the middle and black and blue lines in the dead center before the pattern began again.

By her bed was a small bed table that held a music box Donnie had constructed for her. Mikey walked over to the small box and picked it up. It looked simple. The outside of the box was a dark brown wood along with small heart and star carvings. He slowly opened the box and listened as the sound of beautiful piano music began to play. On the inside there was a framed photo of their entire family, and there were pieces of jewlery that April had gotten her placed inside of the box.

Donnie had made the box for Digital for her sixth birthday. Her fourth birthday with them. Oh, the memories that Mikey had of with his niece and this small box.

"Uncle Mikey, come dance?" A six year old Digital had asked.

Mikey cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean, Digi?" She took his three fingered hand and lead him to her room. She twirled once when she let go of Mikey's hand and walked to the music box. The nineteen year old turtle still hadn't followed what she meant. She wound the box up and opened the lid.

Like magic, almost, the box began to play soft piano music. She took Mikey's big hand in her small one and twirled. "You twirl me." She instructed playfully. Mikey smiled, finally understanding what she meant.
He twirled her, until she decided it was time for a new move.

Digital wrapped her arms around her waist after positioning Mikey's hands on her shoulders. "Step, step,
step, step." She instructed as she showed Mikey where to step. He smiled at his niece as she continued to show him how to dance.

Digital giggled as Mikey twirled her unexpectedly and scooped her up and threw her in the air. "Uncle Mikey!" She giggled.

Mikey laughed at her. "You're just a big ball of sunshine!"

Mikey could feel a tear trail down his face. They'd find them. They had to find them. It was essential. He placed the box back on the nightstand and then directed his gaze back to the bed. There, resting against her pillows, was her teddy bear. Right where she left it a week prior. Mikey walked to the bear and picked it up gingerly. This made him sob silently.

Digital carried that bear everywhere. No matter what. Well, dock the motorcycle ride. Just the thought of that stupid ride made Mikey sob harder. That was the night he lost his niece. And the night he lost his brother.

All because of that stupid motorcycle crash.

He gripped the teddy bear hard in his fist. He hated the motorcycle crash! He hated the motorcycle! He hated whatever made them crash! His sobs turned a bit more violent as he pictured the motorcycle hitting ground, the fuel exploding, Casey's arm and leg breaking, and his head hitting the concrete. Digital's eyes flooded with fear, her scream piercing through the silence of the town, he could see her being knocked unconscious, her arms and legs being broken, the stars of the night dancing above her.

He could picture all of this, but he couldn't figure out where she really was.

Mikey retracted his grip on the teddy bear and sniffed lightly through teary eyes. He placed the teddy bear back against the pillows and couldn't help, but let a few tears slip from his eyes.

"Don't worry. Digital will be home soon. Then someone will sleep with you, once more." Mikey told the teddy bear silently. He knew it was ridiculous that he was speaking to a stuffed toy, but the room felt lonely and silent without Digital.

Without her laugh. Her smile. Her breath. Her eyes. Her confidence. Her intelligence. Everything was gone. Without her this room was just an empty shell. This room was just sad to even look at or acknowledge.

He was beginning to have doubts if they'd ever find their brother and niece. They had to find them though. They just have to. Not finding them wasn't an option.

Failure wasn't an option.

It couldn't be now. And it wouldn't be, ever. Not at all. With a heavy heart, Michelangelo left the scene of the room. He couldn't bear to look at it any longer. It brought back too many memories for him to handle all at once.

Mikey walked to his room and grabbed out his easel and a canvas along with his paints. Maybe it wasn't the best time to paint, but what else could he do right then? Let his stress eat him whole? Not likely. He sighed as he stood in front of the canvas before making many complicated looking strokes.

Painting was the only thing he was good at, Mikey thought. He knew Leo drew and painted a bit, too, but that was more of a hobby than any actual dedication. Mikey had tons of technique books under his bed, and how to blend, stroke, animate, you name it, he had it.

He sighed as a second turned into a minute and a minute turned into an hour. An hour turned into two,
then three, then four, and, finally, he was done. He signed the bottom of the canvas and left it on the stand to dry.

"When Digital gets back, the painting is going straight on her wall." Mikey said to no one in particular. Mikey looked at the small digital clock. It read 3:26am. Mikey had to do a double take. He had really been working that long?

Oh, well, he normally got lost in his painting when he began. Mikey let out a small yawn. He knew the rest of his family would be asleep by now, so there would be no point in attempting to go out there and asking if any progress had been made.

But he was almost certain that there hadn't been.

He pulled back the covers on his bed, and he slipped in under them, feeling a sense of comfort as the cool soft comforter pressed against his cool skin. He looked at the finished painting and smiled softly before his eyes slipped shut.

The family all together and happy, painted on a canvas in excellent precision.

Hey guys! Guess who's sick! *raises my hand as I'm sent into another coughing and sneezing fit* You guessed it, it's me! Yay! My week has been filled with tissues and medicine. It sucks. But hey, this chapter is long, so give me that! Did you like it, love it, hate it? Let me know. Your opinion matters. :)