Author's note: Okay, I'm guessing the last chapter sucked. It was supposed to be paired up with this chapter, but I didn't finish it in time. Sorry about that. Anyway, here's chapter 7. I hope you'll find it more eventful. And, if you have any questions about the story, please feel free to PM me. I literally have nothing to do, and I would love to talk with anyone. You're more than welcome to talk to me. But enough about me, please, enjoy the next chapter.

Shortly after Shredder's arrival, heavy shackles were tightly bound around Donatello's wrists. The chain had been removed from his neck before Razar harshly pulled him up to his feet. The sudden, harsh movement left Donnie feeling dizzy, and he stumbled after Razar out into the hall. Shredder walked ahead of the group, followed by Razar who tugged on the shackles. Behind him, Fishface followed, chuckling every time Donnie stumbled. Many times, Donnie tripped over his own feet, but Razar's hold on the shackles kept him from falling, and he would end up being dragged behind the dog until he could regain his foot.

They eventually stopped at a door, which Shredder opened and Donnie was shoved inside. The room was huge, filled with tables, cabinets, and drawers. In the center of the room sat a large canister of mutagen, which Stockman-fly buzzed around.

"Oh no..." Donnie groaned out.

"Silence." The deep voice of the Shredder rang out, echoing through the room. Upon hearing his master, Stockman-fly flew over to greet them.

"Ah, Shredder. I was not expecting you so soon." Buzzed the fly.

"Nor was I. Is everything ready, Stockman?"

"Almost, Master Shredder. I just have a few more things to put away, the the lab will be ready for use." Donnie gulped and looked up at his captors. Thoughts of painful mutations, experimentation, and torture ran through his mind, and it took all of his willpower to force the panic down.

"Then get to work. I want this lab ready as soon as possible." With that, Shredder turned and stalked out of the room. The heavy metal door slammed behind him, and the thunk of heavy duty locks echoed from within the door. Stockman-fly buzzed off, quickly putting away tools, viles, and beakers. Donnie took this chance to have a better look around the room. Much to his surprise, there were no cages or operating tables to be seen, and Footbots guarded the windows high above. Suddenly, there was a pull on his shackles around his wrists and he was lifted off the ground.

"Shredder wants you to create a retro-mutagen. In return for you work, he will let you live to build him weapons. Only when you have stopped being useful to him will he have you killed." Razar growled out, his dark chuckle sounded when Donnie audibly gulped.

"B-but it'll take me months to make the retro-mutagen!" The comment elicited a growl from the mutant dog. "Not to mention, I don't even have my notes. It will take me longer to make the retro-mutagen without them."

"Then we will get your notes, turtle." Fishface replied. Donnie craned his neck to see him.

"Thanks for the offer, but it'd be easier if I just worked from my own lab at home. So if you could just let me go, I can get the retro-mutagen to you in, oh I'd say, three months." A sheepish grin spread across Donnie's face. Not liking Donnie's request, Razar began to violently shake him, causing Don's already spinning head to worsen.

"Woah! Okay okay! I'll make the retro-mutagen here!" Donnie pleaded to Razar, who immediately stopped shaking him around.
"That's what I thought." The room spun sickeningly as Donnie's feet were placed on the floor, and his knees buckled. Had Razar not been holding onto his shackles, he would have fallen onto the cold floor.

"I'll still need my notes..." Don continued when the room had stopped spinning. "J-just ask my brothers for the green notebook. It'll be on my desk. All my notes on mutagen are in that notebook. A-and please don't hurt them."

Razar chuckled at his last request.

"I'll make no such promise. I'll destroy them if I see fit."

"Then you'll get no help from me. I'll do whatever you want as long as you leave my family alone."

"You have no choice."Razar growled at him.

Raph, Mikey, Leo, Casey, and April were making their way to the TCRI building. The Shellraiser rumbled down the empty streets. The had taken the vehicle, as per Leo's request. He had insisted they take the large vehicle, not wanting to wait a second more to rescue their third brother.

The cabin was silent. Not even Mikey dared to crack a joke, knowing how serious the situation was. Instead, the group sat in a somber silence. Leo drove quickly, carelessly dodging corners and taking out a few lamp posts.

"Leo, I think I should drive instead." Rah stated,finally breaking the silence. "You're going to get us killed."

"I can't. Who knows what the Kraang are doing to Donnie. We have to save him."

Carefully, April stood up from Donnie's chair and made her way over to Leo, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"I think Raph is right. You should let him drive. We need you to come up with a plan, okay?"

Gradually, the Shellraiser began to slow down and Leonardo mulled over what April said, and eventually came to a stop. After a few more moments, Leo sighed in defeat.

"You're right...Okay Raph, you drive."

Just as Leo was about the stand up, two deep thuds came from the roof, and shook the vehicle.

"What was that?" Mikey fearfully asked as he pulled out his nunchaku. The group stared at the roof in silence, waiting for something to happen. To their surprise, three demanding knocks came from the top latch,and everyone questioningly looked at Leo.

"Um...hello...?" He finally asked.

"We have a message for the turtles." A muffled voice answered. Carefully, Leo opened the latch and was swiftly pulled through.

Razar had Leo by the head, who was kicking and punching wildly in an attempt to free himself. He waited patiently waited for the others to climb out. Raph was the first to jump through, sais at the ready, followed by Casey and Mikey.

"What do you want?!" Raph shouted, obviously annoyed at being stopped.

"We have a message to deliver." Fishface hissed from behind them.

"Oh come on! We don't have time for this! In case you haven't noticed, we have somewhere important to be and don't have time to put up with your bullshit! So run back to your little Hellhole and come find us later!" Raph shouted as he turned to Fishface.

"Oh, we're sorry. We didn't know," Mocked Razar, "I guess you don't want to hear our message."

"And who would this message be from?" Questioned Casey.

"Why," Razar answered, "Donatello, of course."