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I raised my head and cracked my eyes open, pleased to discover that wherever I was at least it was dark. I tried to lift a hand to brush my hair out of my eyes, but found it was cuffed behind me. Not only that, but I was cuffed to another person. My legs were free, but cramped and stiff. I straightened them, wincing as the muscles pulled and blood began prickling back down.

I shifted my arms subtly, trying not to jostle whoever I was tied to. My arms barely responded. I sighed inwardly. I'd been restrained for, at minimum, four hours if I'd lost this much mobility.

I felt the body behind me begin to shift around and figured my comrade-in-capture had awoken. I wondered briefly which of my brothers I was tied to. My money was on Leo. All I could tell for sure was that it wasn't Mikey; he was the only one I was bigger than. I heard a muffled grunt and a curse, and my lips twisted into a self-deprecating smile. Nope, I was wrong; that was definitely Raph.

"You ok, Raph?" I asked softly.

More grunting, then, "Donny? Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. You?"

"Aside from a nasty headache? Yeah, I'm good."

"Any idea where in the shell we are?"

I shook my head before realizing how stupid that was, "Nope, it feels like we're moving though." There was a gentle rocking from beneath us. Considering we'd just been kidnapped from an island, that could only mean we were on a boat. As my eyes adjusted further to the darkness, I began to take in our surroundings. There wasn't a lot to see. We seemed to be in the hold of a small boat. There were a few crates stacked to my right, a ladder almost directly in front of me led up to a hatch that I assumed opened up onto the deck, and other than that it was empty.

"You don't know what happened to Mike and Leo, do you?" I asked suddenly.

"No, after I took off, I lost track of everyone. If they hadn't tied us together, I wouldn't even know where you were."

Disappointment coursed through me, but it wasn't any less than what I'd been expecting.

I felt Raph pull at his arms, but he stopped when he realized what I already knew. They had threaded one of my arms through both of his, effectively tying us together. They hadn't used metal cuffs, instead opting for the kind made from zip ties. That meant we couldn't pick the locks. If we could find something sharp enough though…

Raph seemed to have the same idea. "Think you can stand up?" he asked me.

"Yeah, if my legs have finally woken up that is. On three?"

We shifted around pressing our backs firmly together. Raph counted off, "One. Two. Three." On three, we pushed with our legs and both used the other's back to leverage ourselves up. We searched around the cramped cargo hold, but came up empty. We considered prying the lids off the crates, but decided against it. Without a crowbar or something else to use as a lever, it would have been nearly impossible anyway.

We slumped back down, next to the wall across from the ladder.

"Might as well get some rest," Raph said pragmatically.

"Easy for you to say," I grumbled. It was common knowledge that Raph could sleep anytime, anywhere.

Raph just laughed, squirming around until we were settled more or less side by side. Our arms were stuck behind us, and my right arm was still threaded around his left, but it wasn't completely unbearable. I laid my head on his shoulder and resigned myself to a long, rough night. I felt him rest his head on mine, and only minutes later, his light snores filled the small space.

Sitting like this reminded me of something Mikey always used to worry about when we were younger. He was always afraid Raph and I would get our heads stuck together. He thought since we both have curly hair, the curls would twist together, and we'd never be able to untangle them. I smiled, wondering if deep down Mikey still thought that.

If felt like hours later when I heard the hatch grate open. A pair of combat boots descended the ladder, and I watched as the woman stepped off the final rung. She was dressed all in black, some kind of body armor, if my guess was correct. She had a pistol holstered on one hip, but other than that she looked unarmed. Her brown hair was pulled back in a low ponytail; her dull, brown eyes matched the color of her hair. She appeared to be about thirty, give or take a few years. One of her eyebrows stopped halfway through, and the lips on that side of her face sagged oddly at the end. It gave her face a lopsided appearance.

"All right you two," she announced, "up and at 'em. We're here."

I nudged Raph with my elbow, but as I'd thought, he was already awake. He made a show of just waking up and squinting at the woman.

"I said, on your feet," she ordered again, prodding at us with one of her boots.

Raph and I struggled to our feet. She gestured toward the ladder in an "after you" gesture. I stared at her incredulously. "How exactly do you expect us to climb up the ladder like this?"

"With your feet," she answered stonily.

"You go first, Don. I'll walk backwards," Raph offered.

I nodded and began our journey up the steps. At least if I went first, I probably wouldn't drag us both down if I fell, unlike if our roles were reversed. If Raph fell, well, at least I'd fall on top of him. I held back a snicker at that thought. It wouldn't do to let the weird lady hear me laughing. She was probably trying her best to seem menacing and stern. She just seemed strange and maybe a bit sad. I wondered how she ended up here, wherever here was.

We finally scraped out of the hatch and once again clambered to our feet. We both blinked owlishly in the sudden light. We were barely given a chance to regain our feet before more people in black began shoving us toward a ramp. We walked slowly down the ramp, onto a beach. Fifty yards in front of us, palm trees sprang up, leading back into thicker foliage. Our unwanted entourage urged us deep into the trees and onto a path of sorts. It was horribly overgrown and barely visible.

Raph and I had perfected a kind of sideways shuffle. The path wouldn't allow us to walk right next to each other, so we settled for turning our torsos outward and keeping our legs semi-straight. The kidnappers must have planned it this way, to limit our mobility.

The path curved back and forth, doubling back on itself and at times seeming to turn around completely. It seemed to follow no rhyme or reason. Again, I figured this to be a ploy by our kidnappers, trying to disorient us. I doubted we'd gone more than a mile from the beach, despite the fact we'd been trekking for nearly a half an hour.

Finally we arrived at a dilapidated, old house. Raph and I were ushered up onto the porch and forced in front of the door. It swung open with an ear-wrenching shriek, and both Raph and I shuddered involuntarily, but that was nothing compared to the way I shuddered when I saw who was on the other side of the door. It was none other than our old friend: Dr. Morris.

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