A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the delay in updates this week, especially since this chapter is a bit short than the previous chapters. This week has been crazy, and unfortunately it doesn't look like my weekend is going to be much better. I'll update again as soon as I can I promise. In the meantime enjoy this next chapter and a big thank you to those who've taken the time to review, I appreciate the feedback.

Margui - Leo does want Splinter to be confident in him, but he doesn't realize that Splinter does have confidence in him. Leonardo doesn't have confidence in himself, he sees himself as the weak link in the chain right now - it is the reason that Splinter let him go after Donny and Mikey on his own. Leo needs to realize that his blindess won't stop him from getting things done if he doesn't allow it to get in his way. I'm glad you enjoyed it though. Thank you for the review.

Chapter 5

Donatello groaned his way back to consciousness, the last blow to his head had caught him off guard. He blinked open heavy eyelids and looked around the small dark enclosure he was still imprisoned in.

Note to self, channeling Raph isn't a good idea.

He felt the lump on the size of his head and winced. Hun might not be the brightest opponent they had ever come up against but he packed a wallop when he hit.

A groan on the opposite side of the enclosure had his eyes widening a bit.

"Mikey?" Donatello asked, wincing a bit as his head throbbed.

"Donny? Is that you?" Michelangelo asked his voice a bit shaky.

"Yeah, Mikey, I'm here. Are you ok?"

Michelangelo coughed, a sharp raspy sound that immediately sent adrenaline shooting through Donatello's veins.

"My… che… " Michelangelo wheezed, his breath coming in strangled gasps. "Chest feels…kinda heavy."

Michelangelo's voice cut off as he coughed again and Donatello winced when he heard his brother's strained inhale as Michelangelo fought to get more air into his lungs.

Donatello moved forward instinctually, reaching for his brother. It was almost impossible to see anything in here, it was pitch black, save for a small window on the other side of the bars, but it didn't give off enough light for Donatello to see much. He could tell it was daytime and that it was snowing because the snow had blanketed the window, but other than that he could see nothing.

Michelangelo coughed again as Donatello reached him and he knelt down gingerly next to his brother's side.

"Where does it hurt, Mikey?" Donatello asked, focusing on his brother's plastron as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

"Mid…middle…" Michelangelo gasped.

Donatello laid a hand gingerly on his brother's plastron and Michelangelo inhaled sharply, which was followed by horrific coughing.

"Just take it easy, Mikey," Donatello soothed his eyes narrowing a bit. He forced his voice to remain steady though it took a great deal of effort to do so.

Donatello knew that even though their shells acted like armor, they weren't perfect. If Michelangelo had taken a blow bad enough to break a rib…coupled with their rough ride to their current enclosure it could have easily pierced a lung. If it had then Michelangelo's pierced lung might be leaking air into his chest cavity which would slowly crush his heart and lungs, ultimately suffocating him.

"Donny?" Michelangelo wheezed.

"Don't try to talk, Mikey."

Michelangelo ignored him. "Where's…Ra…Raph?"

Donatello felt his insides tighten. He'd heard some of the purple dragons laughing about leaving the other one bleeding out in the snow before Hun had brought Michelangelo into his enclosure with him.

"I'm tellin' ya – he fell like a sack of potatoes when Harry got da jump on 'im."

Donatello looked up from where he had been sitting against the wall in his dark enclosure, his eyes narrowing as the cocky voice on the other side of the door gloated.

"Harry stuck him?" Another voice asked, sounding a bit worried.

"Like a pig!" The first voice said again.

They both laughed a bit nervously together. The second voice sobered quickly.

"What 'bout dat fourth one? He wasn't with 'em tonight."

"What 'bout him? He's not gettin' nowhere close ta dem. Not on 'is own."

"I'm tellin' ya, Jake. I've heard stories 'bout dos who've crossed 'em. Dey aren't like us. Dey have even taken Hun down."

"Dey were all together den, Larry. Don't fret 'bout it. Harry stuck dat red one in dat alley. He ain't gonna make it, I saw dat knife hit him deep. He was bleedin' out fast. We got da orange one and da one in dat room too. They ain't goin' nowhere. Dat leaves da blue one I heard dat he is blind – we can take him down easy if he comes."

The two continued to laugh as their voices disappeared down the hall outside of Donatello's prison.

"I don't know where he is, Mikey," Donatello said, feeling Michelangelo's hand on his leg he grabbed it in his own and squeezed it gently. "I'm sure he's ok though."

"Leo's… " Michelangelo coughed more violently this time and Donatello used his free hand to push on Michelangelo's shoulder to keep him from trying to sit up. "Leo's gonna be… so mad at us."

Donatello couldn't suppress the smirk that crept onto his face. No doubt they would all be in for a lecture when they saw Leonardo again.

Donatello felt a pang again as he thought about Raphael, lying alone somewhere in some dark alley, slowly bleeding out. He just hoped that Leonardo would realize that they were missing soon and try to find them. If they did Donatello hoped he would find Raphael first.

"Donny, how are we gonna get outta here?" Michelangelo whispered.

"I'm thinking, Mikey. I'll come up with something." Donatello promised.

"I hope Raphy's ok." Michelangelo said.

"Me too, Mikey," Donatello whispered. "Me too."

He looked up at the snow that was still blanketing the window and closed his eyes.

Please hurry, Leo.

He could smell the water now, he could tell he was not far from the docks, even if he hadn't had his navigational bracelet. His eye stick gave of a thrumming vibration and Leonardo picked up his speed, jumping at the last second and landed quietly on the next rooftop. He paused, his chest heaving from his fast run. He knew that Hun had set up the purple dragon headquarters in the open just like the Shredder had done with the foot. Leonardo wasn't sure which abandoned warehouse it was though, so he'd have to scope out the area, and listen for any signs that he had reached the right place.

Leonardo forced himself to breathe deeply in through his nose, knowing it would quiet the sound of his heavy breathing. He had to be stealthy from here on out if he didn't want to alert anyone to his presence here. Feeling the plastic bracelet on his wrist Leonardo slid the small switch to the off position. He didn't need it on right now and if the automatic voice went off with his current address it was sure to give him away.

Leonardo sat still for several long minutes until he was sure that his breathing was under control, though he could do nothing about his racing heart. He was sure that it wasn't trying to beat its way out of his chest just because of the run. He could feel that his brothers were nearby, but he had no idea where and his blindness left him with a disadvantage that the purple dragons wouldn't have.

A few seagulls screeched to each other as they flew overhead, their wings beating rhythmically as they circled the warehouses.

Leonardo crept to the edge of the building and froze, listening for any sounds coming from below. He heard nothing.

Backing up several paces and tightening his hand on his eye stick he sprinted forward and leapt gracefully to the next warehouse. He felt his brothers were closer now, he frowned as he made his way across the rooftop, keeping his movements smooth as he made his way through the shadows.

He knew he'd have to move fast, despite the layers of clothes he'd put on before he'd left the lair he was once again feeling the effects of the cold on his body. It was taking more effort to keep his movements smooth, and he had to suppress the shivers that threatened to shake him. If he didn't find his brothers soon he feared that his body would start to shut down. He shook his head and forced himself to focus as he once again paused to listen. Again he heard nothing.

When he landed on the next roof he felt the snow give a little under his weight. He paused, frowning a little and prodded the snow with his walking stick. It vibrated with three long vibrations, alerting him to an unnatural dip. He knelt down and gingerly brushed the snow away, using only the tips of his fingers cautiously.

His frown deepened as he felt the small concaved bit of roof. That wasn't right. What was it? A sensor an alarm of some sort? A click on the opposite side of the roof alerted him that a door had opened. Leonardo quickly slipped hurried away from the noise, finding a ventilation shaft and hiding behind it. He listened as a couple pair of boots crunched the icy snow.

"Hun said da roof sensor went off. Somethin's up here dat shouldn't be." A gruff voice drawled lazily. Leonardo heard the distinct sound of a weapon being powered up.

Probably one of those alien weapons Hun acquired. Leonardo thought bitterly. He drew his katanas quietly from their sheathes on his back and stayed where he was, crouched and ready to spring if the purple dragons found his hiding place.

"I don't think dis is such a good idea, Steve," Said the second. He sounded much younger than the first and his voice shook. "I don't care what da others are sayin'. Dem freaks are dangerous and da one dat wasn't there tonight is gonna be mad when he finds da dead one in da alley."

"Don't be a wuss, Paul," The one called Steve snapped impatiently. "Dat red one is finished and it's one less freak we gotta worry 'bout."

"I've heard stories 'bout them though," Paul said his voice shaking even worse than before. "Harry even told me dat dey got Hun a couple times."

"Dat was when der was four of 'em." Steve snapped. "Der's only two and Hun was pretty sure he cracked some ribs when he took down da orange one. He ain't in any shape ta fight us. Don't worry 'bout it. In a couple days they're fish food."

Leonardo growled under his breath, clutching his katanas tighter as he waited for the two purple dragons to get closer.

"One of 'em is up here alright," Steve said after a couple minutes. "See da tracks here…"

Leonardo moved so fast that he didn't hear Paul's reply. Instead he took down the first purple dragon he encountered with a swift strike to the back of his head with his katana. He heard a frightened squeak and then the sounds of the other purple dragon fleeing the way they had come. Leonardo sprang and tackled the kid easily, his sharp hearing making his aim perfect.

The kid grunted as Leonardo's weight hit his back and he fell face first into the snow. He tried to draw in a breath but he was winded, and something heavy was on his back.

Before he had time to recover he felt something flip him roughly onto his back and then something cold and sharp was up against his throat. His chocolate brown eyes widened in horror when he saw the angry turtle holding him.

Leonardo's hand gripped the boy's shirt and he hauled him up to a half sit, pressing the edge of his katana blade against the kid's throat.

Paul didn't even dare to blink. The turtle's eyes were blank and stared somewhere off to Paul's right but the rest of his face was angry and his muscles quivered a little in his anger. Paul had no doubt that this turtle would kill him if it wanted to.

"Ple… please don't kill me," Paul whimpered feeling the edge of the blade dig deeper into the soft skin on his throat.

Leonardo tightened his hold on the kid's shirt. "Where are they? Where is he keeping my brothers?"