A/N: Well, I decided I wanted to try this challenge too. Don't be too surprised if "Experiment" is on hold for now. :D

"Only thing each of you has to decide is how you want to die"

-The Iceman

A screen flashes on, startling the young turtle awake. He brought his hands up, covering his eyes, trying to block out the light.

"You may want to pay attention, Michelangelo. It could be the difference between living or dying."

Mikey's eyes snapped back up to the screen, wide. "Stockman…?"

The man's lips curled into a sneer. "Yes. And you and your brother are going to help me in a little experiment."

"Experiment? With what!" Mikey narrowed his eyes. Stockman had his brother as well. But which brother?

"I want to test how your minds work. Are you as smart as your brainy brother Donatello?"

Mikey blinked, utterly confused. He knew how smart he was… and he knew he didn't have the intelligence that his brother Don did. Don was just gifted.

"And you better hope that you are. It'll be the only thing that saves you. Now if you can figure this out, I'll let you see your brother. Pay attention. You have one minute to read, five to think, and thirty seconds to answer. A wrong answer will put your brother at risk. Have fun."

Stockman's face disappeared and a riddle appeared on the screen.

A family lived in a round house. There was a father, chef, grandma, grandpa and three kids. They heard the children scream. The father and chef said they were in the kitchen using sharp knives. The grandpa said he was reading the newspaper and the grandma said she was in the corner knitting. Who killed the children?

Mikey read it over quickly, his brows creasing in thought. He'd heard this one before, but where? He closed his eyes trying to think. Time passed quickly, and soon, Stockman's face popped up once more. "Thirty seconds, Turtle. Answer."

A small grin crossed Mikey's face. "Easy. The grandma did. There's no corners in a round house."

Baxter Stockman's face lit up in glee. "They're easy now turtle, but they wont be for long. As promised, here is your brother."

The screen went black for a moment, before a dim light lit up before showing his older brother.

"Mikey!" Don's eyes flew wide in surprise. Stockman had gotten his baby brother? "We'll get out of here Mikey. I promise."

He saw his brother's frown, before he heard his voice. "Where are we Don…?"

Donatello bit his lip, frowning. "Stockman… he buried us Mike."

"Buried…? You're kidding, right?" There was distinct fear in his brother's voice. He wanted to say that 'yes', he was kidding. But it wasn't true. "No Mike. I'm not."

There was silence for a moment, before Mikey took a breath. "Where are you Don? Are we close?"

"I don't know. We have to play Stockman's game, but we'll get out Mike. Don't you worry." He had to give him hope. Mikey without hope wasn't a normal occurrence.

"Don…" Despair. That's all he heard. He frowned before it continued. "I'm not as smart as you… what if I screw up?"

How could Mike think like that? "You won't screw up Mike. We can do it."

The screen crackled before it split, showing both Mikey and Stockman.

"Have you turtles enjoyed your time together?"

Donatello growled. "What're you planning?"

"I'm merely conducting an experiment. Now would you like to hear the rules of the game?" He laughed.

"A game…? This isn't a game." Mikey sounds angry. Good. He'll be able to keep his spirits up.

"Oh, but I disagree turtles. There are two choices. You live. Or you die. How you play the game, determines which one is chosen. So… how do you want to play?"