A/N: Thanks to Amonraphoenix and Darkunderworld for beta-ing for me. You guys are amazing. And thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed thus far. I'm glad you're enjoying the story.

Disclaimer: see chapter one

Raphael groaned as he began to wake up. The first thing he noticed when he woke up was that he was in an incredible amount of pain. His eyes flickered open and his vision began to refocus. Raphael moaned again as he moved his head. He squeezed his eyes tightly against the nauseated feeling in his stomach. He opened his eyes slowly again and looked around. Travis was nowhere to be seen, for which Raphael was grateful. However, in Travis' absence, Raphael felt wet and sticky. He forced his head up off the table and winced when he saw the oozing lacerations that were peppered across his body. Raphael turned his head to look at his right shoulder. Through the blood, he could make out the lines of a symbol; but it was unlike any symbol he had seen before. It was a capitalized "A" in a circle with the points of the "A" curved like a shuriken that were attached to the circle.

Raphael grunted as he laid his head back against the table. He focused on his breathing. In, out. In, out. It unnerved him that his breathing came out in quick, deep gasps. He swallowed thickly and figured that he must have passed out from the pain at some point. How long had he been locked up in this room? It couldn't have been more than a day. Were his brothers looking for him? He wouldn't be surprised if they weren't; not after what he had done. Raphael closed his eyes at the memory of stabbing Leonardo and then slashing Michelangelo's throat. Disownment would be the least he deserved for what he did. Hot tears began to burn Raphael's eyes and he fought back a sob.

"Please forgive me," he whispered miserably.

His breath hitched when he heard the door open. Raphael looked up to see Travis walking into the room. The man never said a word as he walked over to the table and untied Raphael's right wrist. The turtle was in too much pain to fight back and could only just barely resist as Travis lifted up his arm and strapped his wrist to the table above his head. Travis walked around to the other side of the table and did the same to Raphael's other wrist. He then took a knife and cut away Raphael's elbow and knee pads, tossing them onto the floor. Travis went around to the back of the table and pressed something, tilting the table up straight before locking it in place again.

"What's goin' on?" Raphael asked weakly as Travis headed back to the door. "I'm talkin' to you! Hey!"

Travis never turned around or offered an explanation. Raphael growled in frustration and tugged against the clasps, wincing as the metal sliced into his wrists. Even though he could never face his brothers, he still wanted to go home. Raphael hung his head and closed his eyes. The anticipation of what awaited him began to make him sick with fear. What other torture methods was Travis going to use on him?

Before ideas could start playing through his mind, Raphael's attention was brought to the door when he heard it open again. He looked up and immediately wished he hadn't. Raphael's eyes widened in horror when he saw the mammoth of human flesh that was Hun looming over him. Hun grinned down at the turtle with a dark, twisted, menacing smirk. Raphael's gaze fell to the man's huge fists when he saw something glint off of them. Terror wrapped around his heart and squeezed tightly when he recognized the massive brass knuckles looped around Hun's fingers.

"Hello, freak," Hun greeted coldly. "Long time no see."

Raphael swallowed thickly. "Not long enough," he replied, his voice trembling slightly.

Raphael grunted when Hun slammed a fist into his jaw. His head snapped to the side from the force. Pain shot through his jaw, making Raphael gasp slightly. Hun cracked his knuckles and chuckled darkly.

"I was all too happy to lend a hand in this game," Shredder's lackey said smugly. "I was sad to see you walk away from getting hit by that car."

"Sorry to disappoint," Raphael ground out, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Hun slammed the brass knuckles into the turtle's jaw again. Raphael growled, but it wasn't in anger; it was out of pain. So, this was Travis' new torture technique; a sound beating. Hun brought the brass knuckles up into his abdomen. Before Raphael could recover, Hun repeated the process several more times. After a minute that seemed like an eternity, Hun finally backed off to take a short break. Raphael coughed and gasped for breath. If it wasn't for the straps keeping him upright, Raphael would have collapsed.

"So, what do you get out of this?" Raphael asked, his voice strained and hoarse.

"I get this," Hun replied, swinging his fist with as much force and power as he could muster and brought the brass knuckles down on Raphael's exposed knee.

There was a sickening crunch and Raphael's eyes widened as a scream of pain tore from his throat. The turtle fell back against the table, squeezing his eyes tight against the unbridled pain that pounded through his leg.

"That didn't sound good," Hun taunted mockingly.

Raphael gasped for breath as he tried to push back the wave of pain that threaten to drown him. This was it; he was going to get beaten to death by a wannabe worst enemy and probably buried in an unmarked grave if he was lucky. Would his brothers ever find his body? Would they even care that he had gone missing…that he was dead? Raphael blinked slowly and looked up to see Hun raise the brass knuckles again. It didn't matter what happened to him, as long as his brothers were safe; that's all that mattered.

Donatello glanced at the clock on his computer and hummed deep in thought. It was almost dawn and Raphael still hadn't returned. He was probably hanging out at Casey's trying to avoid coming home and facing what he did. Donatello's attention was brought to the cot behind him when he heard Michelangelo moan quietly. He went over to the cot to see if his brother needed anything.

"How are you feeling?" Donatello asked softly.

Michelangelo groaned again before looking up at his brother, giving Donatello his answer. He put a hand to his throat and felt the bandages.

"It's best if you don't try to talk for a couple of days," Donatello instructed gently.

Michelangelo gave his brother the thumbs up, indicating that he understood. Donatello patted his brother on the shoulder and made his way out of the infirmary to let Michelangelo get some rest. Walking out of the infirmary, Donatello noticed Leonardo sitting on the couch, staring at the tracker in his hand. Frowning, the purple masked turtle walked over to the leader and looked down at the tracker. A small dot flashed every couple of seconds on the screen.

"Something wrong?" Donatello asked.

"I've got a bad feeling," Leonardo said quietly.

"About what? Raph's at Casey's," Donatello told him.

Leonardo looked up at him. "How do you know that?" he asked.

Donatello pointed to the tracker. "Because the tracker says so; besides putting a chip inside his phone, I also put a chip on the inside of Raph's shell when he was sleeping, knowing that you'd want to know what he was up to whenever he snuck out of the lair," he explained.

"Why hasn't he called then?" Leonardo asked.

Donatello sighed tiredly. "Raph needs to sort some stuff out. After all, he did stab you and cut Mikey's throat," he pointed out. "Give him some time; he'll come around."

Leonardo watched his brother walk away and sighed as he turned to look at the tracker again. He knew Donatello was right. Raphael needed some time to himself to clear his mind. Leonardo turned off the tracker and closed it, placing it on the coffee table. He leaned back against the couch and sighed again. He hoped Raphael wasn't going to be too much longer.

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