A/N: Well, I guess this is now a chapter fic! ;-) Enjoy!

Four Years Earlier...

It didn't seem to matter how fast he ran, he couldn't lose his pursuers. They popped out of every shadow no matter what direction he went. Every so often one would manage to get close enough to attack him, but he fought them off. He's been running and fighting for an hour now. He was getting tired and slowing down, but still they chased him, only occasionally engaging him. He knew then that this is what they intended, to wear him down.

He couldn't escape on his own, he needed help. He needed his brothers, but should he risk them getting caught up in this? That was the only thing keeping him from contacting them up until now. If he was going to get caught he didn't want them to share the same fate. No, he wouldn't call his brothers. He was on his own.

His exhaustion was starting to take its toll on him. His reaction time was slowing down and as a result he was making mistakes. They were using stun guns to try and subdue him and one had managed to land a hit in the flesh of his right shoulder. Luckily he managed to remove the barbs before the current was sent through. It was a close call. He couldn't allow any more of those.

He jumped to the next roof, not once losing speed as his feet touched the loose gravel. Figures stepped out and blocked his way to the building in front of him so he quickly turned to go to the left.

Blocked.

He turned to the right.

Blocked.

His only chance was to try and double back,

…Blocked.

He was surrounded.

This was it. He had to make his stand here. A lone figure broke away from the group circling the turtle,

"This has been fun but I am growing tired of this game. The time has come to end it, don't you think Donatello?"

Donatello only glared back at the man.

"I assume you are not going to come quietly, am I correct?"

"What do you think Bishop?" Donatello replied as he drew his Bo and got in a defensive position.

"I guess we can play a little longer." Bishop remarked as he checked the time on his watch.

Bishop was playing with him, Donatello knew this. It was only a matter of time, Bishop had already won. But he would not give up. If he was going down, he wouldn't go without a fight!

Several of Bishop's men rushed the turtle, not one of them coming close to reaching him. Donatello used his weapon to keep them well away from him. He swept the legs out from under one, smashed another on the side of the head, causing him to fall back into one of his comrades and the last one was taken care of with stab to the sternum. Those four wouldn't be a problem for a while, but there were at least twenty more to take their place.

Another group attacked him, this time using their weapons. More barbs pierced his skin but Donatello grabbed the line connecting them to the gun, but he wasn't fast enough this time and a small shock caused him to drop his Bo. He didn't miss a beat though and pulled on the line. The man on the other end did not release his weapon and was met with a fist to his face. Donatello then used the line as a lasso and twirled it above his head. The gun on the end acted as a weight and connected with a few heads before wrapping around two men. Again Donatello pulled the barbs out of his flesh with a small grimace. Donatello took the opportunity to grab his dropped weapon.

"That's enough."

At Bishop's words, Donatello felt the sting of multiple sets of barbs hitting his skin, but didn't feel the shock he was expecting.

Of course someone chose that moment to call him. He made the mistake of glancing down at his belt where his phone was stored. If he didn't answer, his brothers would come looking for him and they would be walking right into a trap.

Bishop saw the dilemma on the turtles face and smiled,

"Maybe we can both get what we want Donatello."

The purple masked turtle snapped his eyes up, "What do you mean?"

"If you surrender to me now, I'll let you answer that call so you can keep your brothers ignorant of your predicament."

The phone vibrated against his hip again.

"Why?" Donatello was confused.

Bishop has always been fascinated with him and his brothers. Why would he just let them go like that.

The phone vibrated again.

"It's simple really. I only need one specimen, for now."

The phone vibrated two more times. If Donatello didn't make a decision soon, his brothers would make it for him. He couldn't let that happen.

"Deal." Donatello dropped his weapon and at Bishop's nod answered his phone.

"Hey Leo." He tried to keep his voice normal sounding.

"Do you know what time it is Don?"

"Yeah, sorry. I guess I lost track of time."

"April brought dinner, Chinese."

Donatello mentally braced himself for what he was about to do.

"Great I'm starved. Don't wait on me, I'll be home soon." He kept his voice light, none of the tension or nervousness he was currently feeling made it through.

"Ok, but hurry. I don't know how long I can hold Mikey off of your share."

Donatello chuckled to keep up the ruse, "All right, see ya later bro."

He shut the phone and it was immediately taken from his hand and destroyed.

"Well done Donatello. Your performance was very believable. Though I was hoping you wouldn't take me up on my offer." Bishop frowned. "Oh well, such is life. I got what I came for."

Donatello was surprised when the shock came. By the time he realized it though he was face down on the roof, gravel painfully digging into his skin, and his arms were pulled behind his shell. Did their enemies know just how painful that really was? He was sure they did. Thick metal cuffs secured them but the pressure holding him down did not stop. Donatello's eyes snapped open at a prick in his bicep. He saw the offending needle just as his vision started to blur.

"Good night turtle."

Bishop's words faded as the sedative pulled him into unconsciousness.

A/N: Thoughts?