Title: Only Gets Worse
Chapter Title: Chapter 7: Shattered Hope
Author: Jordan Herbert
Warning: Really disturbing imagery in one part
Pairings: Mikey!darkClone/Leo!darkClone, Raph!darkClone/Mikey, Don!darkClone/Don, Raph/Leo
Fandom:Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Fast Forward)
Rating:Nc-17
Word Count: 8,591
Chapter Summary: Things start to look better but things only get worse.
Author's Note: Seriously, look at the warning because there is a very nasty part in this chapter and I'm so sorry Donnie!

He knew he couldn't have been dreaming it. Mikey had come back and he had apologized to him, Rafieo was sure of it. So why was he panicking so much? Mikey wasn't leaving, he wouldn't leave his brother alone with all of them, that was practically a given.

Rafieo got out of bed and made his way out to the kitchen, making sure to even his breath out. There was no need to get panicky over nothing. Why should he make a big deal out of something as small and meaningless as waking up without Mikey in his room and feeling cold like no one had been sleeping on top of him? That didn't mean anything; Mikey had probably just gotten up early.

"Wow, isn't this a bit eccentric?" Rafieo walked into the room and blinked as he watched Michael and Mikey both hover over the stove. He didn't feel like interrupting so he simply stared in the doorway.

"Nice five-dollar word, dude." Mikey complemented his clone.

"I'm not just a pretty face," Michael grinned and flipped his imaginary hair back.

"I hear that," Mikey capped the milk and placed it back into the refrigerator. "But trust me; you need the perfect amount of milk so the eggs have a creamy taste to it. Too much and it tastes like a bad excuse for a milkshake, 'cause some restaurants put eggs into their milkshakes, but too little makes it boring, regular, not-as-tasty eggs." Mikey stretched his hands over his head. "You just have to know what the perfect amount is."

"Well, how did you learn this amount?" Michael asked as he opened one of the top cabinets and grabbed a stack of plates. He sat them down on the counter next to the stove top.

"A lot of test rounds, truthfully. I was just lucky enough that my brothers agreed to be my test subjects. Besides, what I learned was totally worth it!" Mikey explained. "A few bad results ended up giving them all the best eggs from now on. Plus, my pancakes always made up for any rotten batches of milkshake-eggs."

"Oh, you have to make pancakes sometime! Oh, oh, oh, and add chocolate chips to them! Please, please say you'll do it?" Michael begged enthusiastically as he hopped on the balls of his feet excitedly simply at the notion of the breakfast food.

"Sure, but I would have to write down the ingredients 'cause I'm pretty sure you guys don't have pancake mix." Mikey smiled. He was starting to really like his clone. After spending most of the morning talking to him, he understood everything that Leon had said about him the night before. Besides, Michael was a lot like him and what's not to like about that?

"We also don't have chocolate chips; I know that for a fact. If we did, I would eat them all which would make it that we don't have them." Michael grinned as well. "So, you know, once we do get all the ingredients, you'd better use them fast or else you won't have them." He chuckled.

Mikey rolled his eyes even though he laughed as well. "You could just not eat them." Michael shook his head, looking shocked at the very idea, and Mikey continued to laugh.

At that moment, Leon came walking into the room, bumping past Rafieo with a sleepy stretch and yawn. "Michael, you didn't wake me up." Leon stated as he went to the refrigerator and grabbed the carton of apple juice. It had less than a quarter left so Leon saw no reason to grab a glass and gulped it out of the carton instead.

"It's not like I didn't try; you just wouldn't get up and then you rolled over after my fourth attempt. Besides, it's you don't really have any reason to get up." Michael leaned against the counter and grinned. "Or what, you're going to be late for work?"

"I have to go check on my garden and you know it takes a good fifteen minutes to walk out of here." Leon reminded.

"Chill, it rained last night. You can tell because the bathroom ceiling is leaking again." Michael pointed out.

"So that was what that was," Leon mumbled and took a seat at the counter, resting his head on the wooden top and closing his eyes.

"What's got you so tired anyway?" Michael asked as he decided to stop bothering Mikey and take a seat next to his boyfriend. "We went to bed at a decent time last night." Leon didn't respond, only grunted. "I wasn't kicking in my sleep again, was I?" Michael asked as he stared to rub at Leon's head in a soothing way. Leon shook his head but smiled as he enjoyed the attention.

Michael grinned and leaned his head on his other hand as he looked over at Mikey. "I often kick in my sleep when I dream that I'm running. It's like I'm a cute puppy." His tongue dipped out of his mouth at that moment, giving Mikey the perfect mental image when he glanced behind at the clone. "Do you do that too?"

Mikey nodded his head, "I usually only kick in my sleep when I'm having a nightmare though 'cause I'm usually trying to run away before being turned into turtle soup or something like that." He started to dish out the eggs onto the plates then turned around and stopped as he looked at Rafieo. "Good morning," he greeted as he plastered a smile onto his face. "How long have you been standing there? Come on, Rafieo, come sit and get breakfast while it's still hot."

Rafieo blinked but managed a smile of his own as he took his seat near the wall. "Um, Mikey, could I talk to you later?" He asked as the littler turtle placed a plate of eggs in front of him.

"Sure," Mikey frowned as he handed the other two plates out. He sat his plate down in front of the empty stool between Rafieo and Michael but stopped suddenly. "Morning," Mikey greeted, his voice and face suddenly going stoic, as the others quickly turned around to see who he was talking to.

Donald stopped in his steps as he noticed everyone's eyes were now on him. "What? Am I not aloud to come out for breakfast anymore?" he barked as he glared in return and stormed over to the refrigerator. The three other clones went back to their meal but Rafieo kept glancing between Mikey and Donald, wondering if the smaller turtle was going to attack or not.

Mikey continued to simply stare at Donald and the purple clone finally seemed to notice after he closed the refrigerator door. "What are you looking at?" Donald asked with a sneer.

"Want some eggs?" Mikey offered, his normally cheerful mood still absent from his voice as he offered the two extra plates.

"If you weren't so dumb I'd think you poisoned them or something." Donald snorted as he grabbed the plates and walked back to his room.

Mikey grinned as he took his seat next to Rafieo and began to eat his own eggs. "Mikey," Rafieo frowned. "What did you do to Donald's eggs?"

"Oh, nothing much," Mikey's grin widened, "I only spit in them." Michael cracked up beside him and offered his hand in a high three, which Mikey eagerly accepted.

"How do you know you spat in his and not your brother's plate?" Leon asked, even as he smiled at the little turtle's antics.

"Because I spat in the bigger serving and Donald would give Donnie the smaller serving," Mikey's smile faltered for a moment and even though the words were unspoken, Mikey's sudden solemn expression spoke it; if Donnie was given anything to eat at all.

Michael quickly cleared his throat and tried to break the sudden tension. "If he comes back with an empty plate and makes any sign that he enjoyed it, I'm going to bust a gut, I swear!" Mikey chuckled but the others could tell it was forced.

Don finally realized why Donald had used acid as 'lube' the first time; so he could feel it every time after. Don realized that if Donald had just used him regularly the first time and every time after he would eventually become numb to the sensation. But the aggravated burn marks forced him to feel pain every time Donald split him open.

He had to give his clone some credit, he was smart. But he was truly evil and quite different from himself.

Donatello moaned around the gag still in his mouth as he shifted his arms a bit. Donald hadn't undone the straps to let him stretch and his arms were starting to loose feeling. He had been lying on his back for a consecutive three days at least, he lost count exactly. Especially since everything was starting to blur together. Donald had a weird schedule that he was forcing Don to adapt to of when he slept and ate.

Apparently, sleeping a full night wasted his time. Instead, he took short, hour long naps seven or eight times a day. His sleep schedule caused his meals to become messed up as well, causing him only to eat breakfast and then simply snack the rest of the day if he needed to.

Don would be fine with that, as long as he actually got some food. His stomach rumbled once more and he closed his eyes and tried not to focus on the pain in his stomach, or the pain in his arms, or the pain in his lower body, or any of the random spots on his arms and legs that hurt. Really, he just tried not to focus on his body.

The first hour with Donald's 'toys' had been the roughest. Donald had tested to see how much electricity could run through his body without making him past out with a plug in taser gun that he had. The electroshock weapon had him screaming for hours as Donald continued to administer the electric shock, disrupting his superficial muscle functions. Luckily, Leon had interrupted that test and Donald had moved on to a different one, deciding he no longer wanted Donatello to pass out and that the taser gun was wasting too much electricity in their limited supply.

Unluckily, Donald's tests had only gotten worse. Donatello grimaced and attempted to wiggle the toes on his left foot, just to see if he still had feeling left in the limb. He did but the feeling was mostly just pain. Donald had wanted skin tissue from the bottom of his foot to see why the skin there was as strong as shoes were. Given Donald hadn't taken a large sample, but still, he had been skinned, twice; Donald also needed some skin from his thigh, where it was most sensitive, to be able to tell the difference.

Don closed his eyes and just tried to relax in the few moments he had without Donald's presence. One of the worst things had to be Donald's constant watch of him. He couldn't even breathe without having Donald's eyes on him. Even when the large mutant was asleep, Don could still feel his eyes on him. It was unnerving to the turtle that was so used to his privacy.

"Wakey, wakey, Donatello." Don's eyes shot open as he felt his clones claw like hands brush against his hip. "I think I've been neglecting you lately, your bruises are starting to heal." Once more Donald's evil crackle of a laugh filled the air as Don listened painfully to his clone. "But don't worry; I have a few more tests that I want to run that should leave you with blossoming bruises once again. They do look so fitting as they form slowly under your olive-toned skin." Donald stroked Don's thigh so gently it almost appeared to be lovingly.

But Donnie knew better than to trust that hand. It always led to pain or unpleasantries.

"I've got another plate of eggs from your," he paused for a moment, "loving brother." Donald hissed out, his lips curling up. "Would you actually like to eat some today, or do you not trust me still?"

Donnie met his eyes for the first time in a while, "I will never trust you." He declared boldly.

Donald's smirk didn't falter but he rolled his eyes. "I'm so hurt," he mocked. "But don't fret; I'm not even giving you the option of the chloroform substance today. I have a special option since I'm aware that you haven't eaten anything in the past few days. Well, nothing under than me." He snickered at his own joke. "So, how desperate are you for food, Donatello?" Donald asked as he waved the plate of eggs in front of Donnie's beak. The scent alone was enough to set off Don's stomach to start rumbling.

"Well, that answers that." Donald chuckled again as he set the plates off onto one of his many tables. "But first I must add my special something."

Donald licked his three fingers, currently bare since he removed his large gloves that handled as a defensive shield and fit over his fingers to make them sharp like claws. He trailed his fingers suggestively over his chest and his grin widened as he knew Don was watching them as they trailed lower.

"Don't worry, my sweet Donatello," Donald's hand began to stroke under his shell. "You'll get to feel me later, for now though," His cock finally dropped down and he began to stroke it until it stood up and curved to touch his plastron. "Just watch until you get to taste."

Don tried to look away but he had learned not to take his eyes off of Donald. Even though he knew what his evil clone was planning now, thanks to his suggestion. If Don wanted to eat Mikey's eggs, which at the moment sounded like a gift from a divine spirit to him, he had to first suffer through eating Donald.

Regrettably, Don knew that he had to eat or else he wouldn't stand a chance to fight against Donald when his brothers came to rescue him, which he still believed would happen. Plus, he knew that Donald wasn't going to offer him any other food substance for the rest of the day.

Opening his mouth, Donnie resigned himself to whatever would happen. He didn't expect Donald to laugh at him instead. "Not right now, my good little Donnie," he cooed as he continued to stroke himself. He shifted his stance so it was wider, easier to balance, and started to become out of breath. "You'll get to taste, but not quite yet."

Donald moaned as he saw the confused look on Don's face. "You're doing so well, Donnie; such the obedient little slave; willing. And forever curious," he moaned again and bit his lip as his thumb repeatedly ran over the head. "Simply wonderful,"

He began to pre-leak and he quickly turned around and grabbed one of the plates of eggs, holding it in one hand as the other hand continued to pump. Don's eyes widened as he watched. He knew Donald was sick, but he couldn't possibly—

Donald came with another moan and his sticky cum squirted all over the eggs. Don wanted to sob as he watched his clone ruin Mikey's eggs.

Grinning, Donald turned around and placed the plate on Don's plastron as he wiped himself off and tucked himself away. "Alright, Donnie, bon appetite," He grabbed a forkful of the tainted eggs and offered it to the captive turtle.

Don would have cried if he was hydrated enough to still produce tears. Instead, he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Donald laughed as he fed Don the entire plate.

During breakfast, Michael had spent most of the meal talking about a new movie that he wanted to rent on the television. He told everything he knew about the movie to Leon to try and get him to let him rent it. When they rented movies they had to use an actual credit card that contained the little cash that they did have; granted to them from Darius back before he considered them totally useless.

Reluctantly, Leon had agreed. Michael grinned and leaned over to Mikey while they started to pile up the dishes. "I knew I had him as soon as I said Will Smith the Third was acting in it; he's his favorite up and coming actor." Michael grinned.

Leon insisted on cleaning the dishes since Mikey cooked and Rafieo quickly agreed to help. It was the least he could do for his older brother after he had helped him out the night before.

Rafieo cleared his throat as they started to wash off the dishes before they stacked them into the dishwasher. "Hey, Leon, I just wanted to say, you know, thanks, for the other night." Rafieo glanced over at Mikey and Michael sitting on the couch as they tried to find the movie they wanted. "What exactly did you say to him?"

"I just told him the truth, Rafieo; that you really do like him and that you didn't mean to hurt him. He understood but you're going to have to gain his trust again, which shouldn't be too hard considering how easily he trusted you the first time." Leon thought aloud as he handed Rafieo a dish to place into the dishwasher.

"Oh, okay," Rafieo grinned as he looked over his shoulder again at the back of Mikey's head as he pointed at the menu screen on the television and argued with Michael. A sudden crash and pain in his hand made him jump and he frowned as he noticed that he had crushed the plate he was holding and that the pieces not lodged in his hand were now in spread out all over on the floor.

Rafieo looked as Leon sighed loudly behind him. He frowned as he apologized, "I'm sorry,"

"Its okay, Rafieo, it was just an accident." Rafieo flinched at the word but Leon didn't notice. "Why don't you just go wash your hand out and then sit over on the couch? I'll clean this up and finish loading the dishes."

Rafieo nodded even though he knew what his big brother was really trying to say; go sit on the couch and try not to destroy anything else. It wasn't his fault that he didn't know his own strength and that he constantly broke things. He tried to be careful, he really did.

He held his hand to his plastron as he trudged to the bathroom to clean and bandage it. Rafieo hissed as he ran the cold water over his wound. He kept his hand under the faucet as he reached for a towel, only to find a smaller hand already grabbing one off of the rack.

"Here, let me help you." Mikey offered as he threw the towel over his shoulder and grabbed Rafieo's injured hand gently. "First, we have to actually get the pieces out of your skin." Mikey frowned as he noticed a large piece still lodged in his hand.

"I was gonna get that out later." Rafieo claimed as Mikey gently pulled the piece out. Rafieo grimaced as he watched blood start to flow out of the wound.

"Don't worry, Donnie says that if you rinse the blood off with warm water than there will be a low chance of infection." Mikey smiled as he turned the faucet from cold to hot and placed Rafieo's hand back under. "It might sting," he warned just as Rafieo hissed and made a pained face.

"Do you have any gauze or band aids? Also, we'll need disinfectant," Mikey questioned as he concentrated on Rafieo's hand under the running water.

Rafieo nodded and reached up to the cabinet hanging over the sink. He pulled out a box of band aids and a small spray bottle of disinfectant as Mikey turned off the water and started to gently dab his hand dry with the towel.

"Alright, now this will sting," Mikey warned as he sprayed the disinfectant. Rafieo hissed but Mikey quickly blew on Rafieo's hand to counter the sting. He then applied two band aids to cover the wound and deemed Rafieo better.

"There you go," Mikey grinned as he suspected Rafieo's hand. "It should be fine now." Mikey frowned as he noticed Rafieo sniffle and his chin start to shake. "Does it still hurt?" He asked, confused.

"No," Rafieo shook his head and used his bandaged hand to grip Mikey's hand in his own. "It's just," he paused for a moment, looking around the room like he was waiting for something until he focused on Mikey again. "It's just you're so nice to me even after I hurt you."

Mikey frowned and pulled his hand out of Rafieo's grip. "Its okay, Rafieo, I mean, I understand that you didn't mean to hurt me." Mikey offered a weak smile. "It was just an accident of sorts."

"But that's the thing." Rafieo yelled suddenly, startling Mikey enough to make him back up a step. "No one ever looks at me the same after my accidents. My accident with Michael made him never want to hang out with me no more. My accident with David killed him. Even my accident with this stupid dish will make it that Leon doesn't let me clean the dishes anymore. But my accident with you," Rafieo's eyes dropped to the floor. "I really, really hurt you but you're still not looking at me like I'm a big, dumb beast. Why? Why aren't you looking at me like everyone else?"

Mikey hesitated before he answered, taking his time to actually think about what Rafieo had said. Rafieo had accidentally killed someone and hurt Michael, not to mention probably countless other things, including raping Mikey. Yet, he didn't think that Rafieo was a monster. Did he have Stockholm syndrome? Or did he just have a better judge of character than that?

"I," Mikey stopped again and met Rafieo's eyes. "I honestly don't know. I should hate you, I really, really should 'cause, what you did, dude, that was pretty much unforgivable. I mean, I know you don't understand it but I always imagined that my first time was really going to be special. 'Cause first times are suppose to be with the person you want to be with the rest of your life and, well I was picturing flowers, silk sheets, candles, romantic promises, the whole she-bang! But," he shrugged his shoulders. "I don't hate you for taking that away from me. In fact, I think I feel bad for you, which just shouldn't be, yet that's how I feel." He tried to explain.

"It might be because that was my first time so I have something with you or I feel like I should have some special bond with you now. Or maybe it's because I never really even believed that I would have a first time, being what I am and everything." Mikey shrugged. "I don't know what it is."

Rafieo shifted from one foot to the other. "Why do you feel bad for me?" He asked, honestly confused.

"Well," Mikey smiled sadly, "I just think that you're not really a bad guy, you're just made that way, or at least, made to think that way. But I think you and Michael and Leon can be good guys if you want to be. You guys just need a little tender care and love," Mikey's face suddenly lit up and he reached to grab Rafieo's uninjured hand. "And I hope you know that I'll never think of you as a big, dumb beast; I mean, you are better looking than Raph, remember."

Rafieo smiled and gripped Mikey's hand back. "I remember, but didn't you say you were being, um, sarcastic?" He still wasn't sure what that word meant but he understood that it was apparently a negative word.

"Yeah," Mikey's face flushed a bit, "But I might have changed my mind." Rafieo instantly smiled and rubbed at his neck with his injured hand. "Oh, but, um," Mikey stuttered, "I kind of want to, you know, take it slow and stuff."

"Take what slow?" Rafieo asked as he tilted his head to the side.

"Our relationship, duh," Mikey grinned as he let go of Rafieo's hand and started to head out of the bathroom. "If you think I'm going to come out of this as a victim who lost something and gained nothing then you obviously don't know me enough. I'm going to come out of this bad situation with something positive; a boyfriend!" With that said, Mikey left the bathroom smiling.

If Rafieo wasn't in love with Mikey before, he was right then.

"Perfect timing," Michael yelled as Mikey and Rafieo returned to the main room. Leon was sitting on the couch, watching as the opening credits began to roll by for the movie they had rented. "The popcorn's just finished cooking and the movie's about to begin." Michael grinned as he grabbed a big bowl and jumped over the couch to land right next to Leon. He instantly rested his head on Leon's shoulder and started to throw popcorn pieces into his mouth.

Rafieo frowned as he watched his brothers. "We just ate breakfast, how can you be hungry again?"

"There's always room for popcorn." Mikey beamed as he made his way to the couch and sat down next to Michael, grabbing a handful of popcorn. Rafieo gave up on trying to understand the two smallest turtles and their undying hunger and settled next to Mikey on the couch.

Ten minutes into the movie, the popcorn was gone, the bowl was disregarded on the floor, and Leon had his arm wrapped around Michael as the yellow turtle continued to cuddle and intently watch the movie. Rafieo rested his arms on the back of the couch and carefully waited for any chance to wrap his arm around Mikey's shoulder.

He spent the next half hour watching Mikey more than the movie. But once something exploded on the screen, his interest was drawn to the film. It was then that Mikey's head rested against his side. His face flushed to a darker red, really unnoticeable unless he was looked carefully enough at, but he slid his hand down the couch and carefully rested it on Mikey's shoulder as a smile crossed his face.

Another explosion occurred in the movie and Mikey suddenly lunged forward off of the couch to land half on the floor, half on the small, already-broken table. The table finally snapped in half. Mikey groaned as he rubbed his head and picked himself off of the broken table. The other three turtles just continued to stare at him as they all wondered what just happened.

Mikey blinked at them and frowned. "Did I fall asleep?" He asked.

"You fell asleep!" Michael was outraged. "This movie is the most awesome-tastic movie ever and you fell asleep during it?"

"Well, you probably didn't sleep a lot last night so it makes sense that you would be tired." Leon sighed. "And I think we're finally going to have to throw the table away. No way even super glue can fix that."

"Yeah, you cracked it right in half, Mikey." Michael added, impressed.

"Oh," Mikey stood up and looked at the split table. "Sorry about that. I guess I'm just use to hearing explosions and them actually happening around me so, you know, duck and cover and whatever." Mikey yawned. "I think I'm going to go take a nap. Can you guys tell me how it ends?"

"Actually, we have this rented for the next twenty-four hours." Leon told.

"Yeah, so go rest up and then I'll be more than happy to re-watch it with you. 'Cause this movie is that awesome!" Michael exclaimed as he refocused in on the television.

"Kay, cool," Mikey smiled. "Rafieo, you don't mind if I take a nap on your bed, do you?"

"No, that's okay." Rafieo frowned, concerned. "Are you sure you're alright? You hit the table pretty hard."

"What? Oh, no that's nothing compared to what I'm normally thrown into." Mikey grinned sheepishly. "I mean, at least it wasn't a wall or anything. Those always hurt the most." That didn't really make Rafieo feel better. "Well, um, night! See ya in a few hours." Mikey quickly made his way to Rafieo's room and closed the door. He stared at the door for a full five minutes before he finally released a deep breath.

"Alright, Mikey," he started to prep himself. "This is your only chance; now you need to act quickly, yet carefully or else you might not be able to save Donnie. But don't think about that, only think positive thoughts." He reminded himself as he started to look at the ceiling. "Alright, vent, vent, where would I be if I was an air vent?"

He knew that there had to be an air vent somewhere, right? "Oh!" Mikey stared at the closet door and grinned. "I would so be in there!"

Mikey opened the closet door. "Cool, it's a walk-in," he commented as his hand groped for the light switch. The light flickered on and his eyes widened. "Whoa," he gasped as he slowly walked into the closet. It felt like he was stepping into the past or, more importantly, his past.

He remembered Cody mentioning that one of the museums with their stuff in it was broken into, but he never thought that his stuff would be the items stolen. Yet he was staring at his first set of nunchaku, the wall poster of Silver Sentry, and a lot of other stuff that he had in his room at one point or another. There was even some of his baby stuff.

"This is kind of creepy," Mikey grimaced. "It's like Rafieo's private museum of me. But," Mikey grabbed his nunchaku and a few smoke pellets, "This stuff is going to be handy." He looked up and sure enough, he found an air vent. "Luckily its turtle sized." He grinned as he placed his hands on one wall and his feet on the other, the closet wasn't that big after all, and began to climb up to the ceiling.

He kicked the vent cover in and blessed himself for being so flexible. Then he quickly climbed inside and from there on just tried one direction after the other. After all, he was Mikey; his plans only went so far.

Rafieo carefully cracked open his bedroom door after the movie was over. "Mikey," he called quietly into the room just as he spotted his empty bed. "Mikey?" He called out again, louder and now worried.

He noticed that his closet's light was on and he smiled. "Oh, heh," he closed his bedroom door and cleared his throat. "Hey, Mikey, I see you, ah, stumbled onto my, um, well. When Donald told me we were gonna get you and your bro, I thought I should be prepared, you know? So, I went to this museum to learn more about you and then I saw all a your stuff there and I figured that you probably wanted your stuff when you moved in here with me." Rafieo smiled. "It was also kind a, you know, one of those spur of the moment things too."

Rafieo waited for a reply and after a few moments he frowned when he didn't get one. "Mikey?" He called once more and opened the closet door. It was empty and Rafieo suddenly had a bad feeling. Hopefully, Mikey was just using the restroom.

"Oh finally," Mikey collapsed against the cold metal under him and let his breath puff out as he rested for a bit. It had taken an hour of crawling through the vents until he had finally found one that led to an opening in Donald's room.

Mikey was so lucky that the movie he had been watching had given him the idea to use the vents to travel and that Donnie had once told him all labs had a ventilation system due to possible toxic chemicals. Actually, it was lucky that he had paid attention to Donnie that one time.

"Alright," Mikey squeezed his hand under him and grabbed a smoke pellet off of his belt. Even though the vents were large, they still weren't too large. He was glad that he was considered being on the smaller size of a turtle. "Time to rescue my bro," he braced his arms over the vent's opening and looked down. He was directly above Don.

Don was still tied down to that table that he had been on the first time Mikey had barged into the room and he looked a lot worse for ware but Mikey couldn't really see details from the height he was at.

But Don did see him. Don's eyes widened as he continued to stare up at the ceiling. It had become his only activity so of course he noticed when the vent above him sprouted arms and Mikey's face.

Donnie quickly glanced to his side at Donald and was glad that he was still distracted getting the newest test ready. If he could speak around the gag he would have mouthed to Mikey to get away. Unfortunately, he didn't have the chance to say a word before a small smoke pellet was dropped above his head and he clenched his eyes closed.

"What the hell?" Donald cursed and started to cough. Donnie heard the vent's cover drop to the ground and felt Mikey land on the table he was strapped on. When he dared to open his eyes he found his brother standing over his chest and for a moment he really thought that Mikey might have a chance to beat Donald. But then two metal claws gripped Mikey's hands and he dropped his weapons as he was pulled into the smoke.

Donald finally stopped coughing enough to order, "Computer, turn fans onto maximum." The smoke was quickly sucked up into the air vent that Mikey had used and Don could look around the room enough to see Mikey strapped down to a table next to him. Mikey was struggling against the restraints that Don knew where unbreakable.

"Look here," Donald chuckled as he slowly walked to Mikey's table. "It seems our little rescue team is over his head. Didn't Rafieo tell you about my room and its security system? Any presence that doesn't step through my door first to be scanned as harmless is automatically strapped down to any space it can be strapped to." Donald tsked and ran a hand down Mikey's cheek. "You poor fool,"

Mikey growled and kicked Donald in the gut. "Don't touch me, you freak!"

Donald grabbed his gut in pain and backed up a bit as he gasped, "You're flexible," he suddenly growled, "I don't like flexibility. Computer, two extra straps for subject intruder." Automatically, two more claws gripped Mikey's legs and held them down to the table.

Mikey's eyes widened and he turned his head to look at Donnie. He gasped as he finally got a good look at his brother. Don's arms looked skeletal stretched over his head and held by the same metal claw like restraints that held him. He had dark circles under his eyes that were practically black and so many red marks on his neck it looked like he had been sunburned. His legs were sliced up in different places and one red gash drew Mikey's eyes to it. He almost wanted to ask what it was but Donald started to speak again and Mikey turned his head back to the villain, almost thankful for the excuse to look away from the sight of his beaten brother.

"There," Donald glared, "That's more like it. Now the question is; what should I do with my little intruder?" His mouth curled up into a grin and Mikey shuddered.

"Hey, Michael," Rafieo walked into the main room, frowning and rubbing his neck. "Did you happen to see Mikey come out here at all?" Michael shook his head, not taking his eyes off of the television as he re-watched the movie. "Oh, okay, it's just that he ain't in my room or in the bathroom. I'm pretty sure he ain't in Leon's or your room either." Rafieo's frown increased as he began to let himself worry.

"Rafieo, wait a minute, will you?" Michael shushed. "This is the part when the guy climbs into the vent to sneak around the bad guy's house without him noticing and get into his room."

"Oh, sorry," Rafieo whispered. For a moment his eyes were drawn to the screen and then he suddenly inhaled sharply as the feeling in the pit of his stomach grew. "Mikey's in Donald's room," he shouted and ignored Michael's attempt to shush him again as he ran to the opposite hallway and started to bang on Donald's door.

"Donald! Donald, open up!" He growled, half terrified and half furious, all for Mikey's sake. He stomped pounding on the door when he heard a muffle voice and thought that Donald was talking to him through the door. His blood ran cold when he realized that he was only hearing Donald's laughter.

Rafieo was starting to see red creep into the corner of his eyes so he quickly took a step away from the door and counted his breathes. He got to three before he growled and kicked Donald's door open.

He stormed into the room and opened his mouth only for Donald to beat him to saying anything. "Computer, the unauthorized presence in my room needs to be kept at bay." Rafieo found himself being pulled and held to the wall by six claws on his arms as he started to growl and struggle.

Donald calmly walked over to the door where Michael and Leon were just starting to gather around. He simply glared at them and slammed his door, locking it with an easy flick of the wrist.

"Relax, Rafieo, I haven't touched your little pet," Donald insisted as he started toward his enraged brother. "At least, not yet," he smirked as Rafieo tried to lunge toward him only for the restraints to hold him tight once more. "I did warn you before to hold onto your pet but it seems you didn't take my warning seriously. Now he'll have to learn the hard way. Maybe if he can't walk he'll behave better," Donald pondered out loud.

"Don't touch him, Donald," Rafieo growled as he went slack against the restraints. "Please, don't hurt him. Punish me instead, I was the one who should a watched him better."

"True, you should be punished too. Maybe I should fuck him and make you watch?" Donald sneered as he glanced from the terrified look on Mikey's face to the furious look on Rafieo's. "I'd be getting two birds with one stone; taking his virginity away from both of you. Oh, now that would be sweet. I wonder if he's as tight as Don was the first time. He is smaller so maybe he's even tighter. Would you like me to describe it to you, Rafieo? Or would you like me to-"

"I'm not a virgin." Mikey suddenly blurted out. Donald paused to turn and look at him, as though simply looking at Mikey could tell him if Mikey was lying or not. "I'm not," Mikey insisted and looked over to meet Don's eyes as his older brother stared at him. "Rafieo and I, we, um, it was last night."

"Really?" Donald looked away from Mikey to smirk at Rafieo. "Well, it seems like I was wrong for once; you can fuck something without killing it. Congratulations, someone actually found you attractive enough to willing perform intercourse with you."

Donald frowned for a minute only for his sneer to quickly return onto his face. "It was consensual, right?" Rafieo tilted his head to the side at the question and Donald sighed. "I asked if you both wanted it." Rafieo refused to meet his eyes then, which was enough of an answer for Donald.

"Well, it seems like our poor little originals have something in common." Donald snickered as he moved toward Mikey and Donnie. "What is it about your kind that screams 'take me,' hm? Is it how small you two are? Or is it simply how blind you are to the real world? Did you never expect someone to take advantage of you?" Donald asked as he gently ran a hand down Donnie's side, all the while looking at Mikey. "How does it feel to know that there are creatures that would do such 'horrible' things? How do you feel knowing that creatures that came from you are capable of doing such acts?"

"Shut up," Mikey hissed, "You don't know anything. The real world isn't like you; nothing is that low and disgusting."

Donald chuckled, "Is that so? Well, let me prove how wrong you are. Rafieo," Donald smirked as he turned to the red turtle. "I'll let you make a choice; you can either watch as I fuck your little turtle, or you can fuck him as I watch. Now I know this is a big decision for you, so you can think it over for a few minutes." Donald sneered.

Rafieo's eyes widened as he looked from Donald to Mikey. Mikey gulped and met his eyes. He tried to brave a smile but it faltered. He didn't want Donald to touch him but he honestly didn't want Rafieo to either. But he would take the lesser of the two evils.

"Its okay, Rafieo," Mikey managed not to stutter.

Rafieo's breath started to go uneven as the red in his vision increased. "No, I won't do it. I ain't gonna hurt Mikey again."

"Well, it seems you've made your choice then." Donald sniggered as he moved toward Mikey once more.

"Donald," Rafieo growled out, low enough to startle Donald into stopping in mid-step. "Donald, you ain't gonna touch him." Donald's breath hitched as he noticed Rafieo's normally yellow eyes quickly being filled with red.

"Oh shit," Donald cursed as Rafieo started to tug against the restraints and actually managed to break two. "Computer, lock onto the unauthorized presence and activate code red." He ordered quickly.

"Donald," Rafieo continued to struggle even as more restraints started to pin him to the wall. "You lay one hand on Mikey and I'll rip it off and beat you with it until you can't even beg me to stop. I swear that anything you do to him I'll do worse to you, Donald. Ya hear me, Donald?" Mikey was actually scared as the red turtle continued to yell but his words started to slur together until it became incoherent.

Rafieo continued to struggle against his binds until the restraints holding him began to glow blue with electricity. He screamed as the electricity was transferred through his body. His screams increased as the volts of electricity did until he eventually passed out and fell limp in the restraints.

"What," Mikey swallowed and looked from Rafieo's limp form to Donald. "What happened to him?"

"I suppose this is your first time seeing Rafieo loose control of himself. He normally only goes like this when he's really upset." Donald hummed in curiosity. "I guess he was angry at the very idea of me touching you. Interesting," Donald mumbled to himself.

"He's going to be alright though, right?" Mikey asked, suddenly very worried about Rafieo. Donald merely shrugged.

"Like I care," he responded. "All I know is that he's unconscious now and no longer my problem. Unlike you," Donald turned, his eyes landing on Mikey. "You are still very much my problem. Breaking into my room and trying to attack me; did you really think you could defeat me and take my Donatello away from me? You insolent little fool," Donald growled as he sauntered toward Mikey. "I'll make sure you learn never to attempt any such deed against me ever again."

"Mmphrgh!" Don yelled through the gag, finally getting Donald and Mikey to look over at him. He was thankful he had their attention at last. He began to shake his head rapidly and cry out from behind the gag.

"What?" Donald asked as he ripped the gag out from Don's mouth.

Don took a deep breath and worked his jaw for a moment before he answered. "Don't hurt Mikey, please. You know it's not worth it to try and punish him, he wouldn't learn anything from it. Hurt me instead, that would teach him better."

"Donnie," Mikey's eyes widened. "What are you saying?"

"My brothers and I never learn when we're the ones being hurt, we only suffer when another suffers because of us. That is the way of our brotherhood. So punish me instead and I assure you that Mikey won't bother you again." Donnie continued, ignoring Mikey.

"But if what you're saying is true, then doesn't that mean you haven't learned a thing while with me?" Donald inquired. "Shouldn't I hurt your brother to teach you a lesson as well?"

"No, I have learned," Don's dull eyes went to the ceiling. "I learned to stop hoping for an escape, that you're my master, that I can be broken. I know my place now."

"Donnie," Mikey whispered, tears coming to his eyes as Donald started to cackle again.

"Wonderful, my little Donnie," Donald started to stroke his cheek. "It seems you have learned well and because of that, I will spare your brother, this time." Donald smiled a genuine smile for once and it frightened Donnie more than his smirks and sneers ever did. "We're going to have so much fun together from now on, Donatello."

Then Donald was moving away from Don and Mikey to his door. He yanked the door open and snarled, "You two," at Leon and Michael, who had been trying to listen to what was going on inside the door. Well, Michael was, Leon was just making sure Michael didn't get killed. "Come get this stupid thing out of my room."

Michael hesitated until he stuck his head in and saw Rafieo. "Whoa, what did you do to Rafieo?" Michael asked as he entered the room fully and glanced at the passed out large turtle.

"He lost control again." Donald explained. Michael and Leon nodded as they went to Rafieo's side. "Computer, release hold on the first unauthorized presence and remove the intruder from my room." Rafieo was dropped into Michael's and Leon's waiting arms and they began to drag him out of the room just as Mikey was suddenly thrown from the room by the restraints.

"Ow," Mikey rubbed his head as he slumped against the wall he was thrown at. "Man, walls hurt the worse."

"Yeah," Michael grunted as he managed to tug Rafieo out of Donald's room just in time for the door to slam shut behind him. "Donald's room is all high-tech. His computer's built into the wall and stuff. Shell, Rafieo's got to lay off on the donuts." He complained as he and Leon continued to drag the unconscious turtle.

Mikey looked at Donald's door with a longing to help his brother but quickly turned away and ran after the other turtles. He had failed to be there for Donnie, he wasn't going to fail Rafieo as well. "He's going to be okay, right?"

"Yeah, just go get his bed ready, will you?" Leon asked as they began hefting Rafieo toward his bedroom.

"Okay, sure," Mikey ran ahead of them and flung open Rafieo's door. He pulled back the one sheet on the bed and wait until Leon and Michael entered the room.

"On three, we'll lift him; you get his legs, I'll get his arms." Leon ordered as they stopped right next to the mattress. "Okay, one, two, three," he and Michael grunted as the lifted the larger turtle and dropped him onto his bed, none too gently.

Mikey pulled the sheet over Rafieo and frowned. "What can I do for him?" He asked the other two as they rubbed at their sore arms.

"He's usually out for a few hours when his anger gets the best of him." Michael shrugged. "It uses a lot of his energy. Oh, but he will be really, really hungry. I think the last time he woke up he ate his bedside table."

Mikey blinked and looked around the almost bare room. "Rafieo doesn't have a bedside table," Mikey frowned.

"Exactly," Michael grinned.

"Just make sure he doesn't get up right away when he wakes up." Leon instructed as he turned to leave. "If he moves a lot afterwards he usually passes out again for an even longer time period."

"Is that why he passed out for a week that one time?" Michael asked as he followed Leon.

"Michael, shut up for two minutes." Leon barked as he slammed Rafieo's door shut. "What did I tell you?"

"What?" Michael frowned as he followed Leon into their room. "Why are you angry at me now?"

"What did I tell you, Michael?" Leon asked again as he entered the room and motioned for Michael to enter before he closed the door. Michael shrugged and Leon sighed. "I told you to stay away from Donald's room, no matter what."

"He didn't hurt me, he hurt Rafieo. And he was gonna hurt Mikey! I can't let him do that stuff to Mikey; I like Mikey and he shouldn't even be here." Michael defended as he crossed his arms over his plastron.

"That doesn't change the fact that you went snooping around Donald's room. What if he had done something to you?" Leon asked.

"Leon, he's done stuff to me before," Michael frowned. "I can handle it, you know."

"You shouldn't have to handle it, never again." Leon shouted suddenly, startling Michael. Leon sighed and rubbed at his good eye. "I'm sorry for shouting, I'm not angry at you, it's just," he trailed off.

"Leon," Michael wrapped his arms around the blue turtle. "I get it; it's Donald, it's always been Donald." Leon nodded and just held onto Michael as he rested his head on his chest.

"I promised to keep you safe from now on," Leon reminded.

"I know," Michael smiled, "And you're doing a great job." Leon smiled and rubbed up and down Michael's shell.

Mikey carefully placed a wet washcloth on Rafieo's head. The red turtle moaned and Mikey held his breath, hoping that he would wake up. Rafieo settled again and Mikey released his breath as he took a seat on the edge of the bed.

He had a plate of sandwiches on the floor next to him, ready for when he woke up, if he ever did. It had been eerie to be in the kitchen by himself. Michael and Leon were no where to be found and he didn't even want to walk near Donald's hallway.

He sighed as he watched Rafieo and suddenly grew afraid that the bigger turtle wouldn't wake up. He couldn't stand to be left alone in the creepy home. It had seemed better when he was joking with Michael or had Rafieo with him.

"Rafieo," Mikey carefully laid his head on the turtle's chest. "Please wake up."