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"LeatherHead please be honest, will you be able to help Donatello?" Splinter sat in the lab watching their large mutant friend examine the black substance Donatello had vomited up earlier through his son's telescope. Being the only other mutant genius in the area, and a close friend of the clan, if anyone could give the family some clue as to what was happening to his third youngest, the large croc could.

"I hope so... But I must confess I am struggling to identify what this substance is... I have never seen anything like it before, so I have nothing to compare it with... All I know is that it has saturated his blood cells.. And it is moving like it's, alive," LH said in an uneasy voice. "Which suggests bacterial, but it's harder to explain than that. It has bonded with Donatello's genetic make-up. There is a reaction going on, but rather than depleting cells, its building them up... But the growth isn't natural... I should take a blood sample from Donatello to see what's going on for sure." The croc shook his head somewhat. He straightened himself and glared down menacingly at the telescope, as if it was the tool's fault for not showing him what he wanted to see.

"He is asleep right now, but as soon as he wakes you may take what you need. Anything you can do I will be forever grateful for," the father nodded before looking down at his hands, and to his own surprise he found them shaking.

"Splinter are you alright?" The large mutant turned to face the rat, who was not able to hide the sadness in his voice.

The weary master looked up and sighed. "As a clan we have faced many dangers and made many enemies. So many times one of them has been hurt or almost killed in battle. My boys are strong and not afraid of death, and I have always managed to stay strong for them... As long as I could still sense my children's spirits, I could help them to find their way back... In life or the afterlife. But when Donatello first went missing I experienced an internal pain I have never felt before... A panic, that everything was out of my control. For I couldn't sense him," the rat said genuinely ashamed, as though he had failed Donnie in some way. "My sons tried to cope in their own way, and they never gave up hope of finding him...But they could feel my fear, and that scared them almost as much... I failed to stay strong when they needed me."

"But he escaped and found his way back because of all of you and your teachings," LH said reassuringly.

The father shook his head, "LeatherHead, you don't understand, I couldn't sense him, and I still can't. Not like before. It's like something is blocking us." LH had to admit it was unnerving seeing a master always so strong, suddenly so lost. Now he understood why the old rat was so upset. Splinter was the clan's rock, and the brothers seeing their parent like this would scare anyone, no matter how old they were. But LH did feel that the rat was being too hard on himself. He was their father, teacher, and master, but he wasn't invincible. He feared for the safety of his children just like any parent would. He was allowed a weak moment. "What do you mean you can't sense him now? He's here."

"Yes he is... But a shadow still looms over him, keeping him from me. He's here but he isn't... And after this morning, I can tell you with every fiber of my being that it was NOT my son. There was nothing of my boy there during his, episode. Something had taken him over... It almost felt like this other 'person' was …. Was killing him," the rat needed to look away for a moment, "I would have said that wasn't Donatello at all laying down in the next room had I not been able to break through that new mental wall and connect with him when I brought him back... I can't say this in front of my sons, but I am afraid. I am afraid of what was done to him?"

"We shall find out my friend, I promise. But in the meantime I think Donatello needs you more than ever. He is all alone. If you can't hear him, that means he can't hear you, right?"

Splinter was about to answer the croc when his ears perked up, he suddenly looked towards the infirmary. "What is it?" LH asked.

"Donatello. His breathing is... wrong? Something is wrong," the old rat was up and quickly making his way over towards the dark room.

"Donatello?" Splinter flicked on the lights to find his son laying in the bed gasping for air, clearly scared of something. He looked to have just woken up from a nightmare. Concerned, the father quickly made his way over, followed by LeatherHead. "I thought you were still sleeping, but we heard you hyperventilating from the lab. What is wrong my son? Are you in pain?"

His hand automatically reaching to brush across his son's forehead, Donatello was hot. Not extremely, but too hot for cold blooded turtles. Seeing Splinter's concern LH made his way over to the heart monitor. The two of them were so caught up in examining the machinery that they hadn't realised that Donatello had started talking.

"N..o ohkae fick..." Donnie said twisting his wrists against the chains. It broke Splinter's heart that he had to restrain his son, but it was for his own good...Wait...What had Donatello just said? Splinter looked at his son. "Btu hav rmbembed sumtin.. farvar whver me bfiyjwes? Uo hav twoooo hell hem ti cim hom rit vay," His son pleaded loud and desperately.

LeatherHead glanced at Splinter before looking back to Donatello, his head tilted to the side curiously, "My friend be calm and speak slowly. What are you saying?"

Don blinked at them both before speaking again. "Mea bfiywes ate ukking for teehhh von hoo dade ths to vee... btt thves doth veales hat been untted. I no var I doz been kep. I doz stupy nt t velse elise... At fow tay cud gt ron so fick, and viy I cudnt remevm var I woz! Fothmer uo av to corl Leo an thell thm t seey of strates," Donatello rambled on.

Splinters ears flattened. The only thing they understood from that was 'Leo,' every other word was a slur to the point where it wasn't even understandable. His fever must be making him delirious. "Donatello take control of yourself. Please my son be calm." If Donatello was this ill getting himself worked up would only make him worse. Reluctantly the father lightly pressed down on a pressure point on the side of his Donatello's neck. Instantly he ceased his rambling and struggling. All of his sons where aware that Splinter wouldn't hesitate using this method if any of them were a danger to themselves or to others, but Donnie didn't seem to want to be knocked out right now. He was trying to tell them something.

"Wot?" The two could see that the young teen was starting to get annoyed... But Donatello forced himself to breathe deeply before he spoke again. Splinter moved his hands away. What was he trying to say?

"Uo va oo fissn ooo he, aim id dagi." Splinter and LH looked at each other again. Something was very wrong here... Maybe his tongue was swelling up?

Starting to feel very alarmed the master forced Donnie to look at him, "Donatello? My son I don't understand what you are saying, speak slowly."

"Oo MA kaking ooly. Vats t nearer wit oo tott? Mnmn rorriers r ben oted lil al t oth nunanins – faffef... totchhh won? Whhh agk oo lloooth tchh oo kake tha? Tot oo ununstttn oeee?" Donnie said with increasingly panicked breaths. Though his words didn't make any sense it was clear he was becoming scared as the heart monitor picked up his anxieties.

"LeatherHead what is wrong with him? Why is he losing his speech?" Splinter asked in alarm, not able to contain his own worries.

"Tot?! Tchot hhck ell oo sasshn? Ttot oo menth nnmnn oog mmmn spc? Iiiin cshn unernsnnd mnm efffth fifnnn?" His son yelled before suddenly cutting himself off and dropping a few shades of green.

LeatherHead remained calm, though it was clear his own concern was growing along with Splinter's. "Don't worry. I am going to run some blood tests on you my friend. It won't take me long to see what's causing these effects," LeatherHead dipped his head sadly down at Donatello and left the two to get the syringe, "I have already collected a sample of that black oil substance that was in your system earlier... The loss of speech must be another symptom from that."

But Splinter was only half listening to LeatherHead. He was the father. He was the one who should be taking care of his child. Something inside of Donatello was attacking him and Splinter didn't know what. He didn't know what to do, but Splinter did know that he was the only one that could reach him. He had to be strong for his son.

Donatello's eyes drifted out of focus. Had he not been lying down already Splinter was sure he would have fallen down. The genius shuffled himself down the bed until his head was off of his pillow and he lay flat. He must be feeling dizzy if he is making himself lie flat so that his blood will run even. It was a good sign of functional inner thoughts, but somehow the action made him look even smaller to Splinter. Sweat had started to roll off Donatello's forehead... and his muscles had become unnaturally still, as though he was in pain and afraid to move. He was slipping away again. "Donatello stay with me," Splinter pleaded. Like before he rested his hands on either side of Donnie's head. This time when he spoke it was only in his mind. He just hoped Donnie could still hear him.

"Whatever happens to you in this world, remain here," Touching his forehead the father winced at how much hotter his son had become in this short amount of time, "This is where you are strongest. This is where you can stand your ground. Hold on here, and never let go." He could feel Donatello as he spoke. But he was far away, clinging to life on the end of a very thin rope, and the darkness surrounding him was a whirlpool... But he knew Donatello would hold on, for he was giving his son something to hold on to, and Splinter would never let go.

"Ow!" Donatello said, his muscles started to shake as the pain grew, he was fighting, but they didn't know against what.

"Don't worry my friend. We will find out what's happening soon," LeatherHead took the blood he needed, Donnie didn't even flinch through the procedure. His eyes were so unfocused, yet he continuously blinked hard as though he was struggling to see.

…."Donatello?" Splinter watched more sweat run off his child's body. "LeatherHead, he's burning up."

LH pulled out his small flash light and shone it into Donnie's eyes. "Donatello can you hear me?" The shriek response made them both jump back, the growling that followed was even more unnerving. The normally sweet turtle snapped at his friend's hand like an animal.

"No!"

"His pupils are fully dilated. Something is very wrong and his blood pressure is getting higher... And look at his leg! It's swelling up," LH reported as he looked over Donatello but his examination was cut off as the heart monitor suddenly went off the scale. Every small symptom seemed to be spiking. Donnie's reflexes were now out of control, yet they seemed mostly to have the goal of yanking at his chains, trying to get free. It was only then that the two noticed how much bigger Donatello's arms and hands were. They were swelling up so fast that the chains had started to cut into his wrists. The teenager's breathing was now fast and erratic as the pain spread around his body completely took him over.

The rat master was doing his best to restrain his son by pressing down on his chest, when Donatello suddenly gave out an involuntary gasp. He opened eyes that had turned red! Not blood-shot red. No this was an inhuman, bright RED, and they were glowing! "DONATELLO!" His father yelled, Donnie looked at him. Fear was the only thing that the pain had not yet managed to push out. All they could hear now was the clanking of the chains against the bars, but that wasn't as bad as Donnie's screams.

"No matter what happens, don't let go of your mind!" Splinter yelled psychically. There was no point trying to speak to him on the earth plane anymore. Donnie could not see or feel anything passed the pain. His entire body was now twice the size of what it should be.

"Faffef!" Don screamed out. Though Splinter didn't understand what he was saying he was sure that Donnie was talking to him... or at least in his direction, Donnie couldn't see him anymore. "Faffef ooii nanmm t innch mnmm rorrsers... thchthre nmn danngg... Hsssh minm affth mnnnm... Faffef!

"I'm here my son. I won't leave you," Splinter said still trying to hold Donatello down. LeatherHead too was having to help keep his friend under control when something grabbed them both and suddenly the chains were gone. Two giant claws roughly shoved them back across the room.

The rat and the croc both fell back horrified at the blood curling scream that was ripped from the teen's lungs... The screams were understandable, considering what was happening to him. Donnie was up, gripping the cot frame for support while crouching forward. They could hear the sound of his bones breaking as they rapidly expanded. His flesh rippled, making a cringing curdling sound as it stretched. His shell grew and split, becoming more jagged in shape. There was more bone cracking and suddenly a much longer tail grew from the turtle's back portion... If Don had been wearing any of his gear, it would have been ripped apart by now. His olive green skin burned into a deeper shade... Even the muscles in his face pulled and stretched, his beak transformed into something much longer, like a crocodile jaw... His teeth bulged out over his bottom lip, as did the claws on his hands.

Suddenly the cot collapsed under his weight. The once small turtle was now resembling the same size of LeatherHead, if not bigger, and his screams soon turned into insidious bear like growling.

"My son!" Splinter yelled in terror.

"F-father... H..help ...me!"

...

"Anything?" Raph spat resentfully into his phone at the lack of action at his end of town, and there really was none. After Donnie told them about the other mutants they had the good sense to take the mutant tracker with them to try and find the lowlife responsible for all of this. It was Donnie's tracker, built a few weeks prior when the four of them had been having to hunt down and tranquillise infected mutant humans, back then Donnie's home-made mutation tracker was buzzing with life. Now it was eerily quiet.

"Nope. All quiet this side," Leo's voice answered through the mouth piece, and for once that didn't sound like a good thing.

"All silent here too. There's not one normal person out on the street either. Not one, " Mikey chimed in on the open line. "Don't you think that's a bit weird?"

"Well it is 2AM. Most places are dead at this time," Leo stated running along a building that gave him a good view of the Brooklands Bridge in the distance.

"No I mean it's weird because we have spent the last month trying to contain the mutant outbreak, and now suddenly there's no more mutants. I don't think they have all gone on vacation. Nights were the time they all came out to play, soooooo where are they?" The youngest sounded like he was pouting down at the phone, "And you know what else?! For the city that never sleeps, why is it suddenly like a ghost town?"

"I never thought I would say this fearless, but the little runt has a point. There are no more mutants, but there also no more crime either. Everyone is just staying inside," said Raph, "I feel like we're missing some big piece of some stupid puzzle here, and everyone else is in on it and running scared, besides us."

Mikey being right was always a good and bad thing, depending how you looked at it. On the rare occasion the orange clad turtle took a moment to stop and look over a situation, his instincts were usually dead on... The down side however was what he was right about usually led too bad ends. After Bishop's mutant outbreak had sent the city into a frenzy, even the army struggled to tackle the beasts hiding out in the dark corners of the streets. And now there was nothing.

The leader sighed in frustration. "Ok. Let's do one more sweep of the city, but keep your trackers on. We are mutants and I don't want anyone getting the jump on us government or otherwise. If this guy is hunting mutants, then we just have to find one first," Leo said urgently. He had known from the moment they reached the surface that this job was going to be too big. New York City wasn't exactly short on hiding spaces. They could've been keeping Donnie and the others in all kinds of different, seemingly normal buildings, a warehouse, an office block, a basement. The three of them couldn't check every one of them. Finding a mutant to bait the trap with was their only chance.

For a while Leo listened to his two younger brothers muttering to each other down the line.

"This is all Bishop's fault you know," Raph snapped suddenly.

"Not that am disagreeing with you Raphie, because Bishop is to blame for a lot of stuff wrong with this world, but is there something particular you had in mind? He didn't take Donnie," Mikey pointed out.

"No but it's his fault for the mutant outbreak. If he hadn't started this mess than we wouldn't have had to be rushing around the city tranquillising everything, and Donnie wouldn't have been snatched by whoever's deciding to get up close and personal with mutants. For that alone Bishop should pay!"

Mikey nodded in agreement, not that Raph could see him do it, "Bishop is a lousy Secret Agent. You would think he would be the type to clean up after himself and keep all of this, well you know, secret," Mikey said.

"What was that Mikey?" Leo asked, coming to a sudden halt at his brother's statement.

"I said you would think Bishop would want to keep this all a secret, you know, an X-files type of thing, he should've sent someone to clean up after his mess. That's what they do on TV... instead he's just left all that evidence behind, what with the alien blood still out and about causing the outbreak. I mean we figured it out... If any of it was traced back to him, he can't really deny it could he?"

"Mikey you're a genius!" Leo suddenly said so loud that the other two had to whip the phone away from their ear slits.

"Say what?" Raph chimed in, genuinely confused by his big brother's statement.

"Why thank you bro, I already knew that. But why this time?" Mikey asked smiling smugly.

"Bishop cleaning up after himself... That's exactly what he did. Snatching mutants off the street, he's covering his tracks by kidnapping the evidence!" Leo announced.

"That's a good theory bro except Donnie made no mention of Bishop when they had him, and Bishop's people know who Donnie is. He's not an infected mutated human. There would be no reason for one of Bishop's men to add him to a kidnapping list," Raph added sceptically.

"Eh guys?" Mikey chimed in.

"Donnie said they were experimenting and transforming humans into mutants... Not a great plan at being all X-files like and covering up his mistake. In fact he's making it worse," Raph lost the momentum to make his point as he went back to keeping an eye on the tracker.

"Mmm Leo situation here - "

Leo nodded, "I see your point Raph, but even if Bishop isn't one pulling the strings here, he could still be a possible lead. I mean if this group responsible isn't involved with Bishop directly, how much do you bet that Bishop isn't already on their trail?"

"You know you two might want to know-" Mikey tried again

"A chance to pay Bishop a visit? Even if he isn't involved directly, I am down with that," Raph smiled darkly.

"YO! Doc and Grumpy, fancy listening up a minute!" Mikey snapped without an ounce of the sarcasm he was known for, rendering the two brothers silent. "That's more like it. Just thought you might like to know my tracker has picked up on something and whatever that something is, it's pretty damn big! I'm following it now, I'll see if I can get a visual," the youngest brother followed the signal to the end of the building's roof before peering down into a dark dead alley below. The signal was still strongly signalling that there was a mutant in this alley, but there wasn't anyone there. "Can't see anything," Mikey muttered quietly, "If there's a mutant down there, it's too dark. It could be hiding. I'll go down for a closer look."

"No Mikey not alone. Stay right where you are! Raph and I are on our way," Leo ordered.

Mikey bit his tongue in irritation. He just wanted to look. He didn't need them to watch his shell for that! Why did they have to treat him like a baby! "I just want to see if there is anything there. Hold on a moment," Mikey slowly made his way down the fire escape, but he still couldn't see anything. All that was in the alley was a large black moving van. It was so big it took up almost the entire alley. Since it was dark Mikey hadn't seen it until he was half way down. But the signal was stronger than ever. The mutant's where here, and it was becoming very obvious that there was only one place that they could be.

"Do you see anything?" Raph chimed in down the phone.

"I see a van. A huge ass black moving van... and I think the signal is coming from inside it," Mikey gulped getting closer until he was just above the vehicle. "Guys I think I am on to something here," just as Mikey said that, the engine roared to life. The van was leaving. "Shell it's on the move. I'm going to follow it."

"No Mikey back off! Wait for me and Raph to get there."

"I'm not losing it!"

"Mikey I mean it. I am asking you seriously and properly. Don't follow it. It could be a trap or something worse. Would you mind sounding a bit more scared," Leo warned him while somehow flying across a roof top.

"But what if this is what we have been looking for?" Mikey wasn't sure of anything. He only had the signal and the van, but it was the most they had had all night. He couldn't just ignore this.

"No, sound a bit more scared than that please," Leo snapped.

"Mikey if you do anything before we get there, I'll kick your shell from here to Brookland! Got me!? Think of what happened to Donnie," Raph huffed hoping Mikey would listen, that was the best threat he had.

"Oh for – bro just follow my tracker!" Mikey snapped at them then hung up knowing he had just landed himself in a heap of trouble, but he didn't have time for that now, the van was reversing out of the alley. Mikey only had a second to let go of the ladder and lightly land on its roof. But just as Mikey was about to go van surfing, something else happened that only added to the turtle's suspicions that this was what they had been looking for.

For just as the large vehicle took off Mikey yelped as the sleek black surface under him suddenly vanished! All he could see below him was smooth cement. "What the shell?" The young turtle quickly looked about him, most definitely freaked out! The van was gone... and yet it wasn't. He could see the road moving and he could still feel the cold roof under him, but there was nothing there. Anyone looking out their window right now would be in for a shock after seeing a ninja turtle flying down 5th Avenue 10 feet high off the road! Disorientated Mikey tried to readjust his grip on the van's roof to stop himself from falling, but he couldn't see what he should be holding onto. "No way! No freaking way! An invisible van!"

The teen was so shocked at what was going on that he didn't notice his phone buzzing... or he just wished he didn't. How was he going to explain this?

Reluctantly he clicked on his head piece connecting him back to his two brothers.

"You are in SO much trouble you little brat!" Raph snapped breathlessly while running faster towards his brother's location.

"Later Raph," Leo interrupted. "Mikey what's going on?" He said this so hard it made the orange turtle flinch. "Your signal is going at 40 miles per hour down town, so I'm going to guess you're hitching a ride? Damn it Mikey we could have tracked it from the roof tops!"

"Yeah I'm on top of the van bro... and there's been a bit of a development," Mikey was confident he could deflect his disobedience for a moment and get his brother's back on track with this next bit of information. "I don't think we could have tracked this van dude, because IT'S GOD DAMN INVISIBLE!"

There was an entire 10 second delay before the orange clad turtle heard anything resembling a response.

"I'm sorry what? Are you being serious? Because now is not the time to mess around!" Raph said with his you're-talking-out-of-your-shell tone.

"What do you mean invisible?" Leo asked sounding like he had stopped running.

"I mean it's invisible like I can't SEE it! It actually looks like I am flying right now! Oh I wish I had my super hero costume on...I would look sooooo freaking cool!" He had to yell above the wind noise. But it was only then something so obvious dawned on all of them... An invisible van! No wonder they could never find Don.

"But how...Wait! Invisible like the Shredder's invisible foot soldiers?" Leo hollered down the line. "No! Mikey back off NOW. Get out of there. Do NOT follow!"

Mikey did come to a halt, but not because his brother ordered him too. The van came to a stop just 10 blocks from where it had been parked. A short trip, and even better once the engine cut the van was visible again, giving Mikey a chance to conceal himself.

"Mikey what's happening?" The teen had almost forgotten that his two brothers were still there on the phone line.

"We've stopped. I can see the van again... It must only be invisible when it's moving...This is some start trek stuff man," He said in a nervous voice. Suddenly he heard two doors from the driver's seats and then the back door to the van electronically open. At least four men in black army gear, with protective headwear, goggles, and armed with large rifles hastily stepped onto the street. "Got company bros. Bad guy military reject types."

"We are almost there Mikey. Just hold on," Leo said before hanging up. Raph and he would be at their brother's location in a few minutes. They knew there little brother could hold his own, but they didn't want to take a chance without knowing what he was up against.

"I'm telling you there's a signal and it's just around here!" Mikey heard one of the armed men say.

"Well where is it?" Another snapped frustrated.

"Right here. It's practically on top of us," The first one replied somewhat nervous and confused. They must have a mutant tracker just like Mikey had... which mean the mutant they were tracking right now... must be him. Oh shell. Well better to use the element of surprise before they spotted him. Weapons at the ready the ninja leapt of the roof of the van landing on top of one of the body guards. The human never knew what hit him. All any of them saw was a green fist.

Mikey made short work of the four humans. Under two minutes they were left lying on the ground with the large vehicle doors left ajar. No one else came to greet him. He was already in trouble. What was a bit more?

Against his, well Leo's better judgement, and both of his brother's nagging voices in the back of his head telling him what a stupid, stupid, stupid idea this was, Mikey slowly made his way forward to check the inside of the van. He readied himself to strike anyone or anything that came at him, but once he was inside the young teen dropped his guard, unable to believe the horror that lay before him.

There must have been about 20 beings at the most... Mutants and humans, except the humans weren't completely human any more... It was as though they were half way through a mutation. Some limbs were bigger than others. Their bones pushed outwardly against their skin in ways they shouldn't be, as though the skeletons were slowly trying to escape by working their way out of the flesh. All of them were chained up to both sides of the van walls. Their wrists were cut up and bloody up from the chains binding their hands above their heads. Most of them were unconscious, but some were still awake and were looking at the teen with wide pleading eyes... But none of them could ask for help, as they were all bound with identical muzzles, like they were animals.

Considering what was happening to their bodies, the eerie silence was even more terrifying. These people should all be screaming in pain. The whole scene was grotesque.

Mikey was so shocked at the sight before him that he couldn't stop his eyes from burning with unshed tears. He even hated himself for thinking that some of these people shouldn't be alive with what was happening to them. No wonder his brother had had such a break down after being kept here in the centre of all this for days.

Not daring to venture to deep into the van, Mikey made his way over to the first person he saw. Hanging up to his right was a man. His skin looked partly melted off, but deep green scaly skin was slowly growing in its place around his cheeks and down his neck. What was left of his human skin was white and dry, shedding off and falling to the floor, like a snake shedding its skin... And his fingers were much longer than they should be for a human. His eyes meanwhile were bloodshot. He looked to be in agony as tears ran down his face. Mikey had picked him because he looked the least worse of all of them.

"Don't worry I'll get you out of here," Mikey reassured while desperately trying to get the muzzle off the man's face. As he unclipped the contraption and slowly brought it away a long thin black tube followed out of his throat. The poor man began to choke, coughing up the plastic as it went... Finally his face was free, but a ton of black fluid also poured out of his mouth as he coughed. Mikey quickly stepped back so he didn't get covered in it.

Horrified and really kind of grossed out, Mikey went to try and free his hands when the man spoke. "Kill me!" Was all he said, "Please just kill me." He begged in a cold but clear voice. Mikey instantly looked away. Who the shell had done this to these people? And why? He felt so sick...

"MIKEY!" The sounds of his brothers were just outside the van now. They sounded somewhere between scared, panicked, and furious.

The mutant helplessly looked back in the man's direction. "I'm sorry dude... I can't... But I'll be right back... I promise." He quickly turned, not wanting to see any more of this horror story. He would rather face the wrath of both his brothers than see any more of this. He didn't have to wait long. Once he was outside again he could see Leo and Raph running towards him. He was about to be yelled at, but the look on his face stopped them in their tracks.

"Mikey what the shell! Are you alright? ….What's wrong?" They both rushed over towards him, only to find Mikey shaking.

"What happened?" Raph quickly looked him over for any obvious signs of injury.

"I'm really not alright... I would say I am three buses, a train ride, and a long walk away from alright," He pointed inside the van. "They're all in there, just like Donnie said... Dudes it's awful!"

"You went in there alone!" Leo said out-raged but Mikey cut him off.

"Don't start with me you two. Just don't even start until you have seen what's in there," he snapped, but it was obvious he was repressing tears. No trace of clever wit, no sarcasm could be seen anywhere on the young teen's face. In fact he was shaking so much it yanked hard at the brother's heart strings. It had Raph so taken back by his little brothers lack of... Mikey-like traits, he genuinely was at a loss of how to comfort him. So instead he did the only thing he knew his little brother really wanted, he took him into his arms and held him until he calmed down. Mikey had done that for him enough times, it usually worked.

Finally Mikey moved back, sending a pleading look towards Leo. "We have to do something bros. We can't just leave them," He pleaded.

"We won't. Ok let see what we are dealing with," Leo said leading the brothers inside while trying to mentally put together some plan of what they could possibly do. However upon laying eyes on the captives and seeing the horror for himself, all other thoughts went out the window... that is of course until they heard the doors instantly shut behind them!

"I knew there must be more of you," said a cold and insidious voice that brought a chill down each of the brother's shells... But that was soon followed by a seething anger. "Tell me, where is the fourth one? The one that got away? He should be ready by now?"