A new story! The one I promised in my Sneefee One-Shots! It's not a One-Shot, though, it's a multi-chapter story! Who's excited?!

*crickets chirping*

Whatever. Enjoy! I'm just gonna copy and paste the flashback as the chapter in my Sneefee One-Shots, and then go from there. Reminder, I'm gonna have every other chapter alternating from Leo being in capture to his recovery. This first one is when he got out of Foot HQ and got home.

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Rated T for language, torture, and other things that I will not mention. *eyes dart to side; walks away slowly*

Disclaimer: I only own the plot. *grumbles*

Leo sighed an exhausted sigh as he stopped to take a break from his pursuit from the Foot. He' hadn't meant to trip that alarm as he escaped from Foot HQ. He tried on instinct to feel for his Shell Cell, only to remember that it had been smashed months ago when they'd ambushed him. He held his bleeding left leg, where a shuriken had hit it. Still bleeding. Great. He also had a cut on his head, plus many other scars he'd earned over the months, and he knew he was going to get quite a few more before somehow his brothers miraculously came or he defeated all of the Foot soldiers.

He was sincerely hoping it was the former, because he'd probably pass out from exhaustion before he defeated the entire Foot army after him. He spotted them and started running again.

How the hell was he supposed to defeat over 50 soldiers AND four Elites in his already-fatigued condition?

He ran and ran, but they just kept gaining on him. He finally realized that he'd have to fight them before all of his energy ran out from running, even if he wasn't happy about it. His first thought was to get the Elites, but they were all the way in the back, probably waiting until he was too tuckered out to fight them.

Dishonorable bitches.

He used his newly-found katanas to slice through the 4 ninja approaching him, and, letting out a silent battle cry, charged at the ninja.

He gasped in pain as someone immediately got him in the top-left bicep, but he cut through that ninja and 2 more, and kicked one in the head. He kicked 2 more in the legs, knocking them off their feet, and then stomped on their heads, cracking their skulls.

The screams were heard all through the block, but on one had the courage to call 911 for fear of getting somehow involved in the 'gang-war', as they thought that was what was going on.

Leo chuckled silently to himself of the humans' cowardice as he spun with his katanas out, killing 7 ninja on the spot. Well, not really; they'd writhe in pain for a few minutes before they actually died.

As Leo fought through all of the ninja, with half a mind he thought about why he hated the Foot, something he'd pondered a lot over the past few months in capture.

Not because they'd nearly killed him more than once.

Not because of their master.

Not because of their wanting his shell.

It was because they had no feeling.

They agreed to whatever their master told them without a second thought. And Leo hated that.

But sometimes he himself had felt like he was doing that to his brothers.

And that scared him.

He let his mouth open in a silent scream as a ninja threw a tanto into the back of his left leg, and he knows it tore through an artery. He decided not to yank it out, as he would most definitely bleed out without having something to stem the bleeding. And he didn't need any further damage, either, so there was that.

He slashed the ninjas behind him, which was about 6, and felt adrenaline leaving him. No, no, this couldn't be happening right now. He needed energy to fight.

But the loss of blood was seriously starting to get to him. He felt a deep cut to his lower left bicep and gasped in pain-

"LEO!"

Said terrapin sighed in relief as he saw Donatello on the next rooftop, staff already out. He leapt at the ninja as Leo backed into a wall, holding his massively bleeding arm. His eyes were getting heavy, but he held onto Donatello's voice telling him to stay awake as the genius fought off the ninja. Leo shook his head, but only aggravated the cut there and squeezed his sword in his left hand harder, having put his other sword back in its sheath.

The battle sounds finally stopped, and Leo looked up again. All of the ninja he hadn't defeated were on the ground or fire escapes, and Don was running to Leo. "Hey, Leo. Hey, stay with me. Let me see here... Ooh, this looks bad," Don muttered to himself as he looked at the back of Leo's calf. "Leo, I'm gonna take this out and spray it with disinfectant, and then wrap it. Is that OK?"

Leo nodded deftly, eyes drooping.

"Don't fall asleep, Leo. OK, 1, 2, 3!"

Leo whimpered silently as the tanto was taken out of his leg, and let a louder throaty noise escape his throat when the wound was sprayed with disinfectant and immediately started to get wrapped to stem the bleeding. He spared a glance back and saw that the bandages were already turning red.

"I'll have to stitch that when we get home. Leo, can you look at me?"

The leader sighed and looked at his brother, who had put his katana to the side.

"Get your hand off your arm so I can see the cut."

Leo silently whimpered and shook his head, wincing silently.

"Man, what did they do to you? Wait, what's this on your throat?" Don asked, gently touching a scar on his leader's throat. Leo sniffed and looked away from his brother.

Don gasped. "No."

Leo nodded sadly, tears leaking down his mask-less face. He opened his mouth, and Don gasped at the lack of his brother's tongue.

Don sighed sadly and bit his lip. "Leo, I really need you to let me see your arm," he said, trying to change the subject.

Leo sighed and took his bloody hand off his bicep. Donatello sprayed it with disinfectant and wrapped it, and then tended to his brother's other more important wounds quickly, knowing he'd have a lot to do a lot of other wok on his brother at the Lair.

"Alright, big brother. Let's get you home," the genius said. Leo nodded deftly again. Maybe now things would be OK. At least better than the past few months, anyway, he thought as he and his brother made their way back to the Lair.

Leo winced silently as he was settled into a cot. Don saw the flinch and sighed.

"I'm sorry, Leo. I don't know thew extent of your injuries," Don apologized as he got a needle and thread out. Leo gasped and tried to shuffle away, only to let out a throaty noise as he strained his injuries. Don bit his lip, but before he could say anything, Mike and Raph burst in.

Mikey gasped as he saw his oldest brother and ran up to him, giving him a big hug. Leo gasped in pain, and Mikey gave a confused look as he broke the hug. He then noticed the bandages on his brother's body and whined.

"Great, now I can't hug my brother," he grumbled as Raph approached the table cautiously.

"You OK, bro?" he asked Leo. Leo nodded hesitantly.

"How much pain are you in, 1 through 10, 10 being worst?" he then asked. Leo looked at his fingers, then held them all up, and his right foot, signalling an 8.

"Why ain't ya talkin'? the hothead asked. Leo put his fingers and foot down and bowed his head.

"Raph, um, he..." Don started, before giving up on that explanation and approaching his brother. He whispered something to the eldest, and Leo lifted his head up, revealing the scar on his neck.

Mike gasped. "No! That's not fair! They can't do that to him!"

Leo nodded. He opened his mouth, and Raph growled. His brother didn't have a tongue!

"Who did dis to ya?!"

None of the younger Turtle brothers had had proof as to who had taken their brother. They'd suspected the Foot, but it could've been Bishop, or some new enemy.

Leo pointed to his foot.

"Well, that would explain why they were chasing you," Don muttered. "OK, Leo, I need to stitch your wounds. Do you want an anesthetic or something?" he then asked, taking out a needle.

At the sight of the sharp tool, Leo covered his head in a defensive way, a petrified expression on his face.

"O...K... This is gonna take a while," the genius muttered, looking at the sewing needle in his hand. "How about... we cover your eyes so you don't see it?"

Leo sighed brokenly and closed his eyes as he stood up so Don could get a good angle on the wound. The genius unwrapped the temporary bandages on his brother's leg and started to stitch the wound. Leo sucked in a breath as Don re-wrapped the disinfected wound.

Don looked at his brothers as Leo covered his ears from... something. "Maybe you guys should get some sleep or something. I'll let you know in the morning how bad his injuries are."

Raph grumbled something incoherent to Leo and Mikey smiled, waving as he left.

Don sighed and looked at his brother, who was hesitantly taking his hands off his ears. He looked at Don apologetically.

Don smiled. "It's fine, Leo. Let's get your other wounds wrapped. If you promise not to strain it too much, I won't have to stitch the wound on your arm." Leo nodded enthusiastically. Don smiled sadly and started to look at Leo's more minor wounds. "Leo, none of these are treated the right way. Some of them aren't treated at all."

Leo gave him a 'really you're surprised?' look. Don chuckled. "Alright, alright, point taken."

2 hours later, Leo was passed out on the cot in a nightmarish sleep, and Don sighed as he went to his room, making sure to keep lab door and his own open to make sure he could hear if Leo awoke or something. Leo was home, and everything would be OK, now.

Right?

There's the first chapter! Prologue, if you will. I hope you liked it! I love this idea so much! I love ti I love it I love it I love it and I'm done. Review, rant, flame, give requests, check out my community, and vote on my poll! BYE!

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