A/N: Thanks to Amonraphoenix and Darkunderworld for beta-ing for me. And thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed thus far.

Disclaimer: see chapter one

Two hours earlier...

Travis looked down at the shell fragment in his hands. While performing his tasks, he had come across the tracking chip on the inside of the turtle's shell. Knowing that it would pose a problem, he had sawed off the piece of shell it was attached to, causing the turtle to pass out from the pain, and had hurriedly gotten it as far away from the torture chamber as he could get it. Travis had found one of the humans Hun had told him about, Casey Jones. Apparently, the turtle and Jones were good friends.

Travis turned the shell fragment around in his hands before dropping it to the roof of Jones' apartment building. He then took out a phial of fresh blood from the turtle and poured it over the fragment. When it was empty, Travis closed the phial and placed it in his jacket pocket. He then proceeded to make it look like there had been a fierce battle, using the turtle's own weapons to make scratches and gouges in the cement of the roof. When he was finished, Travis dipped the blades of the weapons in the pool of blood to coat them and then tossed them randomly, not caring where they fell.

With his work done, Travis casually made his way back to his car. He had an hour before Hun arrived and he had to get the turtle prepped for the next phase. Travis climbed into the car and turned it on while pulling on his seat belt. Hopefully by the time he got back the turtle would be awake. Torture was no fun unless you heard someone scream.

By the time he was done, both Hun and Raphael were panting for breath. Hun grinned as he looked down at the beaten and bloody turtle. Raphael moaned in agony and tried to lift his head, but the effort just caused pain to shoot through his skull, so he just let it hang forward. Hun pulled off the brass knuckles and cracked his knuckles. His fists were also partially bloody from all the hitting.

Raphael fought against the inviting darkness that played at the corners of his vision; however, he was in far too much pain to pass out, if that were even possible. How long? How long had he been at the mercy of these sadists? Pushing the pain to the back of his mind, Raphael finally managed to lift his head and look up. He was light-headed and dizzy from the blood loss and every time he blinked or moved, lights would spark across his line of sight and then the darkness would creep in. Everything hurt; even breathing sent waves of pain shooting across his ribcage. He was fairly certain that a few ribs were cracked, if not broken. He knew for a fact his right arm and left knee were broken. Why didn't Hun just finish it? Why was he still alive?

"What...are you waitin' for?" Raphael rasped out. "Just...put me...out of my misery already."

The door opened and Travis walked in. "We have strict orders not to kill you...yet," he explained. "That privilege is reserved for our employer."

"The so-called Grim Reaper," Raphael grounded out.

Travis patted his cheek, causing Raphael to wince in pain. "You have been an excellent sport for all of this."

"Sadistic demon," Raphael grunted.

"Now, now," Travis said. "Be nice. It won't be much longer now and you'll be able to rest."

'For eternity' was what he didn't have to add. Raphael knew that death was the only way he was making it out of this, and for some strange reason he was okay with that. His brothers would be safer if he was gone, anyway. He just wished he would have the chance to say goodbye. His brothers would never know what happened to him, only that he disappeared without a trace. They probably weren't even looking for him.

"Don't worry about your brothers," Travis said. At Raphael's horrified look he added, "Hun filled me in on everything. You're quite the hot-head from what he was telling me. I would have loved to see you when you were that mad."

"That's only reserved for the people who really piss me off," Raphael growled. "You're just annoying."

Travis hummed in thought. "Plus, it's difficult to be mad when you're screaming," he said, grabbing a hold of Raphael's broken right arm and twisting it.

Raphael roared in pain as his body seized up. Travis laughed and let go of Raphael's arm. The turtle gasped in agony and growled.

"Am I pissing you off, yet?" Travis asked mockingly.

Raphael glared up at him. "You're getting there," he snarled.

"Good," Travis said. "But let's see if I can really piss you off."

Casey woke up to the sound of something knocking against his living room window. Groaning, he pushed himself up and climbed out bed. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he made his way out into the living room and blinked in surprise when he saw Leonardo and Donatello outside. Casey hurried over to the window and opened it, allowing his friends access into the apartment.

"What are you guys doin' here?" Casey asked.

"Where's Raph?" Donatello wanted to know.

Casey frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Raph?" Leonardo called, going through the apartment and checking everywhere his brother could be hiding.

"As much as I like seein' you guys, this is a bit of an invasion of privacy, don't ya think?" Casey asked sharply.

Leonardo headed into the bedroom as Donatello pulled out the tracker and showed it to Casey.

"The tracker says that Raph's here," the purple masked turtle quickly explained.

"But he's not," Casey insisted. "I haven't seen Raph in a couple of days now."

Leonardo came out of the bedroom, looking panicked. "When was the last time you saw him?" he asked.

Casey thought for a moment. "Three nights ago; we were bustin' some Purple Dragons. He seemed a bit...berserk. Nearly beat one punk to death with his bare hands." He looked from Donatello to Leonardo. "Why? What's this about? Is Raph in some kind of trouble?"

"We don't know," Donatello replied uncertainly. "Leo keeps thinking he is, but the tracker says that Raph's here."

"Maybe the signal isn't coming from inside," Leonardo suggested.

"The roof!" Donatello exclaimed.

The brothers hurried out of the window and climbed up to the roof. When they got up to the roof, the brothers found the remnants of a fierce battle. The cement bore deep scratches and gouges as if someone had been trying to get away from something or someone. Leonardo's eyes fell on two familiar red hilted sais and he ran towards them, dropping to his knees and picking up Raphael's weapons tenderly. Leonardo knew the only way Raphael would leave his sais was if they were pried out of his cold, dead hands. Donatello hurried over and his heart sank when he saw the dried blood on the blades.

"Please tell me that's someone else's blood," Donatello said.

"I hope so," Leonardo replied. He looked up at his brother. "What's the tracker saying?" he asked.

Donatello glanced down at the tracker then turned around until he was facing the direction the signal from the tracking chip was coming from. "Over there," he said, pointing in the general direction the signal was coming from.

The brothers hurried over to where the signal was coming from. A strange object was lying in a pool of congealed blood. Donatello took a brief look at the object, and knew exactly what it was. He raced over to the side of the building and bent over; emptying the contents of his stomach into the ally below. Leonardo knelt down and carefully flipped the the small object over. A tracking chip was stuck to the underside. Leonardo put a hand over his mouth to keep from losing his own stomach contents. He listened to Donatello's dry heaving behind him. Leonardo looked over his shoulder to see Donatello still bent over, his hand placed against the walled ledge of the roof for support. The blue masked leader turned back to the object. There was only one possibility as to what it was; it was a piece of Raphael's shell.

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