The young turtle's eyes moved slowly over the cracked pieces of shell, observing every last minuscule detail. The patterns were now abnormal, instead of the perfect hexagons that decorated their most recognisable aspect. A jagged line ripped through the centre, shattering the nearest hexagons into minuscule, irretrievable pieces.

He laid his hand gently on the top, feeling the razor sharp pieces poke at his skin. Flinching slightly and removing his hand, Donatello plucked out the small pieces that had embedded in his skin. A few deeper than others let a tiny amount of blood out as he pulled them away, and he wiped his hand with the withered old rag that laid beside him.

The squeak of the marker against the whiteboard made the onlookers cringe. Donatello was used to the sound by now and knew he needed to refill his marker but never got around to doing it. He was too preoccupied with his own thoughts. 'What happened him?'

All attention was on Casey now, his right eye a deep shade of purple and a hand clutched tightly around his ribs and abdomen. "I just turned around and Shredder was there, I couldn't stop Raph from fighting so I rang you guys."

Donatello wiped his board clean with the rag that sat millimetres away from him, the squeaking of his marker indicating he was writing again. 'Did he fall a great height? His shell must have took a great force of impact to crack like this.' Donnie held the whiteboard up for him to see.

"Shredder took him off the building when he fell..." Casey let out a pain filled sigh watching as Donatello adjusted his glasses and wheeled himself back to examine his brother's head, noticing the particular outstanding bruise around his brother's left temple. Donatello lifted the small flashlight that was in his medical box, opening each of Raphael's eyelids to see both thankfully still reacting to light, but one was too small and the other too large. Immediately the word sprung to Donatello's mind, concussion. 'He has a concussion, we need an ice pack for his head and remove any jagged pieces of shell, clean the cuts and apply pressure to his shell until I can figure out how to fix it.'

April ran off to the kitchen to retrieve the requested ice pack while Splinter made a reluctant Casey lie down on the other bed in the laboratory to rest. As Donatello wheeled around quickly getting the bandages and cotton balls to begin cleaning the deep cuts in Raphael's shell, Splinter began picking out the razor sharp pieces with some tweezers. April returned quickly with two ice packs wrapped in thin cloths and gave one to Casey for his eye and gently laid the other on Raphael's bruised temple.

"Thank you April," Splinter gave her a genuine look of gratitude and she gave a small smile and a bow of her head in return. "Donatello, allow me to do that." Splinter held his hands out for Donatello to give him the cotton balls and the small bottle in his hands.

'Im able to do it sensei.' Donatello insisted, unscrewing the cap of the small medicine bottle. He felt absolutely useless, and wanted to have the chance to help someone for a change, and now that unfortunately he did have the chance to do something, Splinter was about to take it away from him.

"Donatello," Splinter repeated himself, "My son I am more than capable of doing it myself." Donatello reluctantly handed his father the items he requested, wheeling himself out of the way and watching as Splinter began the task at hand. Donatello almost felt a pang of jealousy hit as he watched his father's gentle movements on his immediate older brother.

"He'll be okay D, it's Raph he can take just about anything!" Donnie turned his head in Casey's direction as his whole face lit up, "You shoulda' seen him! He just cut his cast off like it was nothing and he almost had Shredder!" Casey spoke as though the whole thing was an action movie he'd just seen and was some excited five year old., "...well that is until Shredder kinda pulled him off the building too... But he so woulda' had him!"

Donnie looked up at April to see the same exasperated expression mirrored back at him.

This was going to be a long night.

...

The dark corridors seriously lacked light, the dusty cobwebs hanging loosely off the rusty roof. The long drawn out cries of ancient prisoners haunted the eerie hallways, echoing the full length of the floor.

Michelangelo sat huddled in the corner with his knees to his chest, trying to block out the crying of possibly human prisoners in the dark cells around him. The darkness scared him, the sounds scared him and thinking about his family saddened him. Every night he would cry himself to sleep thinking about Leonardo. Every night he would pray that the next day would be better, that his captors would leave him alone just for one day so some of his wounds could heal, but that prayer was never answered.

The only way to tell the time was the automatic flickering light bulbs that came on during night hours. That insistent, head ache inducing light bulb that flickered annoyingly made it hard for him to get much sleep. The constant screams and yells of distraught voices never ceased, the volume may have gotten lower, but it never stopped.

The walls on either side of him were opaque, filthy and cold, yet the door was nothing more than a rusty steel gate that proved stronger than it looked. The opposite cell was empty, although it wasn't empty when Michelangelo first came. A small and innocent 13 year old boy with messy brown hair and a tooth missing right where Donnie's was, had looked at Michelangelo in awe. He had expressed his love for turtles and seemed completely unfazed by Mikey's appearance, and had gotten distressed when Mikey cried at night. Numerous times the young boy asked what was wrong with Mikey, finally getting his answer a night before he had been taken away. Now Mikey had only mere memories of the sympathetic boy, and prayed the Kraang weren't as bad to children. The saddest thing to Michelangelo was, he didn't even the get the boy's name. He had simply replied, 'I don't have a name anymore.' And resumed their previous conversation.

A series of thumps emitted from the roof, as though someone drunk and big had staggered in. It quickly snapped Michelangelo out of his thoughts, as he looked towards the roof. A very loud voice boomed out seconds later, making Mikey wince.

"Hamato Yoshi's son!" Mikey's ears perked up at the sound of his father's name. He listened on anxiously, praying his father and two remaining brothers were okay. "Go on with the experiment." The thumping signalled his departure, and the definite sound of a door slamming confirmed it.

"Get lost furball, I can do this myself." A distant feminine voice sounded irritated, and was met with a growl.

"Stubborn little cub, let the stronger one handle this." Another voice challenged the first person, their voices getting that bit louder as they came in the direction of the hallway.

"I mean it Tiger Claw, get lost or I'll stick this where the sun doesn't shine!" The flickering light bulbs came on as the two figures made their way to the bottom of the hallway. "Leave!" Karai reached Mikey's cell and turned around to the irritated tiger. She wrenched the door open, flung in a smoke bomb and closed the door again although the smoke could drift out of the gate. Mikey immediately backed away but realised he had nowhere to go and was forced to inhale the yellow-ish smoke that made him feel tired and sluggish.

"Finally." Karai muttered as Tiger Claw left her alone. She came in as the smoke began to thin, keeping the metal portion of her armour that covered her mouth and nose in a raised position. "Calm yourself, breathing heavily won't make it any better."

Mikey looked up at her and calmed his breaths. He watched her wearily as he felt like his body was gradually getting heavier and heavier. Karai waited a few moments before sheathing her sword, apparently not needing it. She looked down at the small turtle with what seemed like a look of sympathy. "Look...about Leo..."

Mikey frowned, his eyes filling up with tears. He couldn't bring himself around to speak, and simply stared at the kunoichi in front of him.

"I didn't mean to kill him..." Karai lowered her voice to a level that Mikey strained to hear her. Mikey looked up at her in shock and anger, wishing he could get up and have his nunchucks and unleash a bout of nunchuck fury on her. "It was Shredder, he lied to me." Mikey didn't know what to believe. Was it Karai or Shredder? She first said it was her but now she had changed her story.

"Just tell me who killed him..." Mikey said miserably, the whites of his eyes still red from crying the previous night before.

"Shredder," Karai growled lowly, "I'll kill him. I'll end this all!" Mikey stared up at her in deep shock, considering her words.

"Dudette..." Mikey wasn't even sure what to say, gaping at Karai as she clenched the handle of her sword as she seemed deep in thought. She squeezed her eyes shut, and a tear slipped down her cheek as she let it fall.

"I'll get you out of here as soon as I can..." Karai opened her eyes and looked down at Mikey, "I know Splinter... Father will never accept me into his family after what I've done, but when you do get home don't ever leave it! Unless you absolutely have to." Mikey nodded his head in response as she stepped towards him.

The sound of someone coming for the hallway alerted them both. "Whatever you do Michelangelo," Karai frantically fought to get his half asleep body up, "Remember who the real enemy is!" She urged quietly, slinging his arm around her shoulders.

The young turtle processed what she had just said as they hobbled their way out of the cell and for the staircase at the end of the hall. After what seemed a long time walking the two reached the door to Stockman's lab and Karai suddenly stopped supporting him and grabbed his upper arm instead. "Don't fight," she told him quickly and Mikey opened his mouth to respond, "Just do it, it'll be so much easier Michelangelo." And with that she opened the door and led him inside.

"How many years has it been?" Tiger claw looked at his wrist in a mock way as if he were looking at a watch. "Oh you didn't age well on the journey." He snickered, standing against the wall in a relaxed manner as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"He spoke his first word! Finally after so many years you've actually grew a brain cell! Oh wait, it just disappeared along with your 'watch'." Karai grinned back at him not even stopping as he growled maliciously back at her. "Growl somewhere else kitty." She didn't spare the mutant a glance as she walked towards the fly mutant buzzing around his computer monitors.

The vertically standing table stood beside Stockman's table of chemicals and unused beakers. Mikey swallowed nervously as Karai began strapping him to it. He weakly fought against her, and she looked at him sympathetically. "Please Karai...no." She refused to meet his gaze as she stepped away from him, silently praying to Leonardo to forgive her for her role in all this.

Mikey weakly pulled at the restraints to no avail. The unknown smoke that he'd inhaled had rendered him weak, and now he hadn't a fighting chance in shell of avoiding what was going to happen next. He watched dreadfully as the mutant carefully approached him with the syringe filled with a deep blue liquid that immediately reminded Michelangelo of Leonardo's deep blue eyes.

"No! Get away from me!" Mikey struggled and turned his face in the other direction, away from the fly mutant. He whimpered as he felt the needle pierce his skin, feeling the cool liquid spreading up his arm, across his chest and up into his head. It felt like a mild brain freeze at first, gradually building up to a throbbing pulse all over his brain. He could only whimper as the blinding pain took a hold of his senses, and all of a sudden false memories appeared in front of his very eyes.

"Bumbling idiot... I hate you!" Donatello screamed down at him, his face set in a harsh glare as he crossed his arms. To Donnie's right stood Raphael, eyes ablaze with anger as though he were about to launch on him at any second.

"You ruin everything! You're no brother of mine!" Raphael leaned forward as he screamed at Michelangelo, truly detesting his little brother. Mikey's eyes filled with tears and he felt two feet tall as he cowered under the piercing glare of his siblings.

His heart clenched painfully at the sight of Leonardo, his transparent form wispy in appearance as he looked at Mikey in disappointment. He shook his head and lowered it, slowly dissipating as he rose up towards the roof.

Slowly the image distorted and a crackling like an untuned t.v took over as Mikey's sobbing was almost as loud as the crackling. Mikey knew that this was not real. His brother's didn't hate him, and it took all of Mikey's power to keep himself from believing it.

Then all he seen was a large figure stood in a candlelit room and immediately Mikey felt reassurance. "We will hunt them down, my son," Mikey found himself nodding a yes. "Never again will they hurt our family." Shredder turned around, placed a hand on Mikey's shoulder and immediately he felt a sense of security. Just like all those times Splinter was there for him.

And suddenly the very thought of Splinter made his blood boil. The thought of Leonardo, Raphael and Donatello had rendered him seething in anger. All he felt was the need to destroy them, make them pay for a false reason that was now drilled solidly into his head.

The memories ended, bringing Michelangelo back into Stockman's lab, where he not only wanted to kill his family, but he believed Shredder was his guardian, his protector. His father.

A:N - I'm sorry for the short chapter but I thought it should stop there :) Oh and about the whole Leo thing... And Mikey... *Gets out shield* Murder is a crime everyone... Just puttin' that out there! Hehe I just want to give a quick warning that Karai and Casey might seem slightly off character, Karai more than Casey. Thanks for reading and leave a review on what you think, thank you :D