Hey, everyone! Sooo, this is my first fanfic, pleased to say, but this story is a few years old. I've had a lot of time to think about this story. I'm new to the site, but I have always loved writing.

Sorry to say, these updates will likely be slow, but I hope their quality outweighs their speed.

Please comment and give feedback. I am so eager to see how my writing is viewed! Well, please enjoy Chapter One!

Takes place during the time Bishop caught the turtles and the fugitoid, just before Splinter, April, and Casey rescue them.

Chapter One: Divide and Conquer

"'When you scream my name, pleading to make the pain stop, begging for mercy, you may call me Bishop.' How dramatic. I mean, he couldn't have been less ominous?" Mikey said. Raph groaned.

"Shut up, Mikey. We gotta get outta here." He strained against the straps, trying to loosen them before Bishop came back.

"They're too tight, Raph," Donnie said. "There is no way you, even with all your muscles, can break out of those."

"Then do you have any ideas, Don?" Leo asked. He was looking around, trying to find anything that could help them.

"Not unless any of us can move our hands," he responded, knowing that none of them could. Suddenly the door creaked open, highlighting Bishop's silhouette.

"Sorry for the delay, my terrapin friends," he said. "There's a lot of work that comes with cleaning up after an alien invasion. But now we can get back to our business." He chuckled.

"Whatever, ya crazy chess piece," Raph shouted. "We got nothin' to give ya anyway, so let us go, before we make ya regret it."

"Oh, I don't believe any of that. You can't move so there is no way you can make me regret anything, and you most certainly have something to give me," he laughed darkly as he collected a few saws and other evil-looking gadgets from surrounding tables. "However, due to the number of you, I believe one-on-one sessions is our better option. Take the trembling one," he motioned for the guards to take Michelangelo and walked briskly out of the room.

"'One-on-one?'" Mikey gasped, horrified. "What does he mean, 'one-on-one'?" Two men lead a third man, who was following with Michelangelo after Bishop.

"Don't worry, Mikey! We'll get out of this!" Donatello shouted. All brothers were struggling hard now, trying to get to their youngest brother.

"Mikey! Stay calm! It'll be okay!" Leo called, trying to comfort his panicking brother.

"Leo! Don! Raph!" Mikey was barely listening, frantic as he was.

"BISHOP!" Raphael hollered. "YOU LAY ONE HAND ON MIKEY AND I SWEAR TO YA YOU'LL REGRET IT! YA HEAR ME? LEAVE MIKEY ALONE!" The only response was the door slamming shut.

"Don! Get us outta here, right now! We gotta save Mikey! Now!" Raph strained even harder against his bonds, cutting into his skin and rubbing it raw. Leo was fairing no better.

"I-I I can't," Don cried, racking his brains as he, too, forced the bonds deeper into his skin. "I have no leverage, I can't get out, and none of us can move!" Leonardo stopped straining then and closed his eyes.

"Leo! What the shell do ya think you're doin'? WE GOTTA GET TA MIKEY!" Raph was infuriated.

"Calm down, Raph. I'm focusing."

"Yeah? On what? What for?" Leo looked up and glared at him.

"None of us are getting out of this with our current situation. So, we need to be ready for when the situation does come for us to bust out. I'm preserving my strength, and calming my mind, so I can see it when it comes." Raph and Donnie stopped, pondering his words. Eventually, Donnie closed his eyes and followed Leo's breathing with his own. A few minutes later, when he realized struggling was indeed pointless, Raph followed suit.

"Well, Michelangelo," purred Bishop, angling the table further back as the scared turtle whimpered. "Let's see what you can give us." He brought the buzzing saw slowly closer to his chestplate, building the dread within the terrapin. At contact, Mikey grit his teeth, determined not to make a sound, but when the saw was barely an inch in, he couldn't hold it anymore, and his screams echoed throughout the room. Bishop smirked, continuing his work with more force.

Finally, the sawing done, Mikey barely conscious, he put the saw down and placed his hands on the edges of his chestplate. Realizing what was coming, Mikey's eyes widened.

"No…please…" he whimpered. But Bishop simply hardened his grip, making Mikey wince, and pulled with all his might, angling the chestplate up and out of the way of the soft flesh beneath. Mikey screamed in pain while he worked, straining against his binds which caused him to bleed. Finally, Mikey quieted, unconscious. Bishop frowned down at him, disappointed, but saw a beeping light on one of his monitors. He scowled.

"Looks like you get to regain consciousness before I continue. Bad luck for you." He walked out. "This base has been compromised. Take him. We'll continue at another base." Guards hurried to follow his orders, while Bishop went to the room the alarm came from. He sneered. "I need to secure the rest."

So, it took me a bit to figure out some things, but I think this is a pretty good start, considering I only found out about this site a month ago. Haha.

Anyway, please give feedback and tell me what you think so far. Again, chapters might be slow, what with work and school, but I've seen you guys do it, so I should be able to as well, right? ;)

Thank you for reading!