A/N: Hey guys thank you again for sticking with me, and especially those who take time to review. This week is going to be very stressful and busy for me until Friday. If I have the time to update Wednesday night I might shoot for updating again then, if not it'll probably have to wait until Friday. I'm studying for a major test I'm taking for work so that is my primary focus this week. I promise I'll try not to leave you hanging for too long, I just really need to focus on this test right now. I'll be back later this week I promise.

Becky: I'm so glad you are enjoying this story so far. It was a lot of fun to write and I really enjoyed it, though it did give me trouble at times. :D I hope you continue to enjoy, they still have a few bumps they have to get over but I promise it'll be a happy ending. You asked about Leonardo getting his sight back - no he won't. Not in this series. I have been asked that before and I did consider it for a while, but then I realized that finding a "cure" for Leonardo wasn't the answer, it was allowing him to adjust to what he's been given and helping him to overcome what trials he may face. This story is one of them and you'll see why at the end. I don't want to spoil it for you. Thank you for the review, I really appreciate the feedback.

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Chapter 6

"Mikey," Donatello called his brother's name firmly, not bothering to pull his head away from the wall it was resting against. His head was still aching, and his stomach was churning violently. He was pretty sure he had a concussion and he was desperate for sleep but he knew he had to stay awake. He couldn't let Michelangelo sleep. Michelangelo's head was resting on Donatello's lap and in the last five minutes he had gone very quiet.

"Hmm…?" Michelangelo sounded exhausted.

"Don't sleep, Mikey. You've got to stay awake," Donatello said sternly.

"'M tired, Donny," Michelangelo complained.

"I know you are, Mikey. You have to stay awake though." Donatello was unrelenting.

"I wanna sleep, Donny. Leave me 'lone," Michelangelo said grumpily. He tried to take in a deep breath but was interrupted with a bout of coughing.

Donatello wished he could just let his younger brother sleep, but he feared that Michelangelo's blood pressure was dropping due to the air compressing his heart and lungs; if Michelangelo went to sleep he might never wake up again. He couldn't let that happen, they had to stay awake until someone came for them.

"You've gotta stay awake, Mikey. I need you to stay awake." Donatello urged, letting desperation creep into his voice.

"Why?" Michelangelo's voice was barely more than a whisper.

"I think I've gotta a concussion. I need you to keep me awake," Donatello said thinking fast. He knew if Michelangelo was charged with keeping him awake then he wouldn't be so focused on how much pain he was in. Donatello had to keep him conscious.

"What happened?" Michelangelo instantly sounded more alert, alarm and concern in his tone.

Donatello smiled, knowing Michelangelo couldn't see it. He had to keep Michelangelo calm though, if his heart rate picked up it could put more strain on his heart, which could lead to a cardiac arrest.

"Hun hit me," Donatello said simply.

"'M gonna kill him," Michelangelo spat.

Donatello chuckled softly. "Think you're gonna have to wait on that, Mikey. We're in no shape to pick a fight."

"What are we gonna do, Donny?" Michelangelo asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Leo doesn't even know we're here. How is he supposed to find us?" Michelangelo's voice quivered a bit. "And where's Raph? What do you think Hun's doing to him?"

Donatello swallowed hard, fighting back the bile that rose to his throat at the thought of his proud and strong brother lying lifeless out in an alley somewhere.

"I don't know, Mikey," Donatello confessed trying not to let his despair leak into his voice.

"We're not gettin' out of here are we?" Michelangelo's breath caught and was followed by bone wracking coughs.

"Of course we are, Mikey." Donatello reassured him. He gripped his brother tighter, squeezing his shoulders reassuringly.

"Do ya think Leo's comin' for us, Donny?"

"I'm sure he's on his way, Mikey." Donatello reassured his brother. "He's got that navigational bracelet I made for him remember? If Hun didn't destroy our shell cells I'm sure Leo could trace them here."

"What if Hun did destroy them though?" Michelangelo asked.

"We've gotta hope he didn't, Mikey. It's our best chance of Leo finding us."

"He'll find us," Michelangelo said quietly, almost to himself. "He always finds us."

"Mikey!" Donatello snapped, putting as much anger into his voice as he could. Michelangelo jumped and Donatello instantly regretted it when Michelangelo coughed violently. "You have to stay awake! Don't close your eyes, Mikey!"

"'M trying to, Donny," Michelangelo complained, coughing again. Donny winced at the wet raspy sound of his coughs. "It's hard."

"I know it is, Mikey. But you have to stay awake until we can get outta here and get you help! Do you understand?"

"My chest hurts," Michelangelo whimpered, his hands twitching a bit against Donatello's legs. "It feels so heavy."

Donatello drew in a shuddering breath, wishing more than anything that Hun would come back in here so he could beat him senseless for hurting Michelangelo.

"Just hang on a little bit longer ok, Mikey?" Donatello pleaded.

Michelangelo didn't answer.

"Mikey?" Donatello's voice rose with alarm. "MICHELANGELO!"

Donatello shook Michelangelo's shoulder a bit but he got no response. His brother was unconscious.

"Please, don't kill me," Paul whimpered as the blade dug into the soft skin on his neck. "I'll do anythin' ya want, just please don't hurt me."

Leonardo scowled and shook the kid a little, rattling him up.

"I'll ask you again then," Leonardo's voice was low and dangerous. "Where are my brothers? Where is Hun keeping them?"

Paul felt tears slide down his cheeks as Leonardo's katana dug into his flesh and a small stream of blood began to flow.

"WHERE ARE THEY!" Leonardo was losing his patience with the young purple dragon.

"Ple… please," Paul cried as the turtle shook him roughly. "Don't kill me."

Leonardo suppressed a sigh. He wasn't getting anywhere with this purple dragon by being forceful. From the sound of his voice the kid was young, probably his late teens. He didn't sound like a bad kid, just someone who had fallen into the wrong crowd. Leonardo loosened his grip a bit.

"I'm not gonna hurt ya kid if ya tell me what I wanna know!" Leonardo deliberately softened his voice a tad.

"Steve said dat Harry killed one of 'em," Paul whimpered, his voice quivering. "Said he stuck 'im back in dat alley."

Leonardo's temper boiled. "Tell me where Hun's keeping my other two brothers! Where are they?"

"A… a holdin' cell on da second floor," Paul gasped, a few more tears sliding free.

"Which cell?" Leonardo demanded.

"Its da third cell on da left," Paul cried feeling the katana kissing his skin again.

"Yer gonna have to give me more than that – if you can't tell I can't exactly see where that is." Leonardo snapped.

"Please… I don't know what you want," Paul whimpered again.

Leonardo growled and dragged the kid to his feet. "Then you're going to take me to them," he growled through his teeth. "And if you try to call for back up don't think I won't hesitate to stop you. Got it?"

Paul swallowed and felt the edge of the katana bob against his throat. "I got it."

Leonardo let go of Paul's shirt and pushed him forward roughly. "Let's go."

Paul lead the way back to the door he and Steve had come through fifteen minutes ago, knowing if he tried to make a break for it the blue banded turtle could stop him before he'd taken five steps. Even though he wasn't able to see he'd already tackled Paul once and Paul didn't need a repeat performance. He knew that even with his sight impaired that this turtle was more than a match for him.

Why me? Paul thought as he took out his key and slid it through the automatic door lock, the green light flashed and Paul pushed open the door, not even daring to try and shut the door before the turtle could follow him.

The stairwell leading down to the second floor was empty, Paul let out a breath of relief he hadn't realized he had been holding. If Hun had sent someone else to check on them to see what was taking so long he didn't doubt that the angry turtle would've thought he had called for backup. He didn't need to make the turtle even angrier than he already was.

He hadn't been with the purple dragons for long, a couple of months probably. But already he was second guessing his decision to join. He initially joined up because his best friend Bobby had talked him into it. They'd been living high on life, just out of high school, no intentions of starting college right away, but hadn't had the money to be out on their own. When they'd heard that the purple dragons were taking in recruits they'd both seen it as their opportunity to get the money they needed to be out on their own.

It hadn't seemed so bad at first, though Paul had known that the things they did with the purple dragons were wrong. It hadn't really hit home with him though until a bunch of them had cornered a couple of women in their early twenties. Paul shivered as the memory of their screams echoed through his head.

He'd told Bobby about what had happened when they returned to headquarters, Bobby told him it was just part of being in the gang. Sometimes other people were caught in the crossfire. But Paul knew that this wasn't true of these two, they were just walking back to their apartment after seeing a play together. Two friends whose blood had drained out in a black alley, just for the two hundred dollars in their purses.

Paul had wanted out then, but he knew if he tried to back out then Hun would hunt him down and kill him. So Paul stayed, though he tried to make himself as indiscrete as possible when Hun sent the purple dragons out on missions. When he was called out to go he did little to help them.

Paul paused when he reached the base of the stairs and looked down the long corridor. He could see Erika and Matt at the end of the hall arguing about something, but they were walking away and didn't seem to notice him at all. He felt the turtle join him and turned back to stare at the blue banded turtle again, studying him with new eyes now that he could see him clearly.

He had seen the other two when the gang of purple dragons had returned from their mission. He'd been surprised to see the two muscular bipedal turtles slung over Hun's shoulders as if they weighed nothing at all. Paul watched in fascination as Hun carried the two turtles up the stairs to the second level.

Now that he could see this one clearly he had better grip on how imposing and terrifying they could be. This turtle wasn't unconscious, he wasn't slung over Hun's shoulder like a rag doll. He was awake, his eyes narrowed behind the blue mask he wore. But as Paul looked closer he could see three odd lines that marred his face, they were a darker green than the rest of his skin and started from just over one eye and crossed diagonally over his face. Paul suppressed a shiver. No doubt that injury had been the cause of this turtle's blindness. But if he could survive something like that and still be this tough… Paul knew he wouldn't stand a chance if he tried to fight against him.

The turtle's eyes narrowed behind his mask. Paul shuddered and looked up and down the hall once again, then cautiously stepped out, keeping his footsteps as quiet as possible. He couldn't even hear the turtle behind him, but he could feel the tip of the sharp katana blade against the small of his back, letting him know that he wasn't letting him get away.

If I get out of this I'm getting out of this city Paul thought desperately to himself.

As he approached the cell door holding the other two turtles he heard someone shouting. He felt the blood drain from his face in alarm. Was someone in there with the turtles already? Would the turtle behind him run him through with his sword because he thought that he had been betrayed? Paul swallowed hard and closed his eyes waiting for the blow. But it never came.

Instead the tip of the blade disappeared entirely and the turtle's sharp inhale had Paul spinning to look at him. The blue-banded turtle's face looked a bit grayish now, and his face had gone from anger to terrified in a split second. His three finger hand gripped the door handle and tried to pull it open. Paul knew it wouldn't though, not without a keycard.

"Donny," The turtle's voice was full of agony at the sounds of the cries on the other side of the door.

"You can't get in without a keycard," Paul said watching as the turtle tried to pull the door open in vain.

Leonardo's head snapped towards him and his eyes narrowed behind his mask again. "Where do I get a keycard?"

Paul hesitated. He wasn't sure why but all of a sudden he wanted to help this turtle out. He wanted to help the other turtles escape as well. There was just something about them that Paul liked. He had heard Hun talking about them all the time, telling all the purple dragons how the turtles were their enemies. How they wouldn't hesitate to kill them if they got the chance. That they were killers. But this turtle hadn't even killed Steve on the roof when he'd had the chance, he'd just knocked him out. They couldn't possibly as bad as Hun said they were, otherwise the turtle would have killed him and gone to search for his brothers without Paul's help.

"I've gotta keycard, but we'll have ta move fast. Hun has guards monitorin' the door locks at all times, and can identify each card ta da holder. He's restricted dis room ta almost all of us, with only a few bein' da exception. When dey see dat I'm not one of da ones with permission to be in der dey are gonna sound da alarm. Da others will be on us in minutes."

Leonardo's eyes widened behind his mask in surprise. He didn't know this young purple dragon was suddenly offering to help him and it took him completely by surprise at the sudden turn around. Just a couple minutes ago he could feel the kid's tension, the fear trembling through him as they made their way down the stairwell to this floor, but now he could feel the kid's determination. He gripped the hilts of his katanas tighter and nodded.

Paul slid his keycard through the slot and pushed open the door, flooding it with light. The small enclosure that held the other two turtles was illuminated. Paul could see that a turtle wearing a purple mask had the other turtle's head on his lap and was shaking his shoulders desperately.

"Donny?" Leonardo asked hurrying over towards the sound of his brother's voice.

Donatello blinked against the light that made his eyes water. "Leo, you've gotta help me!"

"I'm here, Donny. I'm gonna get you out," Leonardo promised feeling for the door to the enclosure.

"No, Leo – it's Mikey!"

Leonardo froze, his breath stilling in his chest. "What is it, Donny?"

"Leo, he passed out a few minutes ago and I can't get him to wake up!"