A/N: Okay, okay, I know I said this would be up this weekend, but with the parents gone, I "borrowed" the laptop : D Aren't you happy? Anyways, of those of you who don't know what this is, it's a retelling of Good Genes, but set in the 2k12 dimension. You could (probably) read this without having to read the first story, Slumber's Torture, except it's mentioned a lot in this first chapter.
Anyways, I apologize if it's not as good as Slumber's Torture *falls to the ground dead* But I've done my best. I pray I don't disappoint.
Now go read my pretties!

Previously:

"Don't say anything Leo...I told you...it's okay now..." Donnie let out a well deserved sigh of relief. His head sank into his pillow, and he finally felt like he was worth the family he had. "What I don't get though is why I'm so sick..." He coughed again, but that wasn't what disturbed him. His brothers had glanced at each other as if they knew the cause of his current discomfort. No, it wasn't an if, they did know.

"You don't?" Mikey practically squeaked it out, his brow scrunching together in an innocent confusion.

Donnie shook his head no, and looked at his father for answers. Splinter frowned briefly, and sighed. "Rest now Donatello. You have been through enough for one day."

Their brotherly bond was stronger than ever, as new memories now plagued Don's mind. It wasn't Raph who took Leo's sight, it wasn't Shredder who had taken Mikey's arm or Raph's eye. Shredder hadn't even killed Master Splinter. It had been a beast, a creature that would no doubt soon infect the young Donatello's mind.

Donnie inhaled sharply as he came to. His body was screaming out at him, every muscle and tendon weak from exhaustion. Every bone ached, but his mind told him that fatigue was the least of his worries.

Opening his eyes, Donnie tried to sit up. He instantly regretted it as harsh, bright light filled his vision, momentarily blinding him. Cold metal bit at his wrists, and he realized he was being restrained. The bed, if it could be called that, that he was laying on was metallic, and almost frozen. It slowed down his movements, but not his thoughts. His mind was racing. Where was he? Where were his brothers? What had happened?

There was a chittering sound around him, and then a voice spoke. "The one that is in this place that is called Turtle is beginning to wake in this place."

Donnie just sat there dumbfounded, searching for answers. The Kraang were here? The Kraang had him? What was going on?

Slowly, Donnie could see again. There were several Kraang droids standing guard around him, and several Kraang that weren't in the human bodies, but rather in the hovering devices floating near him. They were the ones chattering, and they seemed to be very excited.

It scared him. He was alone. He was tied down tightly, no way of escape, and even now his heart rate was way higher than it should have been.

One of the Kraang scientists approached him, a needle connected to his bio-suit. Donnie did his best to avoid him, to avoid it, but he couldn't get away. The binds tore at his skin, and even though his own blood was lubricating it, and his wrists were slipping out, he was too late. The needle pierced his skin, and its contents were released into his blood stream.

Donnie screamed. He couldn't help it. He thrashed around, wishing for the burning sensation to go away, but it didn't. He could feel it growing inside of him, taking over every cell, every atom, consuming him. It was taking him over.

In the least, the Kraang were satisfied with their results, and at the most, amused by Donnie's torment. He could barely hear their thrilled antics, their voices disappearing over the sound of his own cries. His entire body pulsated with pain, throbbing endlessly.

It was the pain that made him pass out. He had reached his limit- he could no longer take it. He couldn't fight it any longer. It was to strong. To horribly strong.

Donnie flew up out of his bed, his face drenched in sweat. His heart was pounding, his head was pounding, and his breaths were shallow and uneven. But in all that, as he looked around his dark room, he knew he was safe. Those were side effects of the dream he just had.

Donnie chewed on his bottom lip as the images crossed over his mind. It had barely been a day since The Nightmare, and he was hoped he wasn't about to experience something like that again. The horrors...never again. They had promised him. His brothers had promised him never again.

"It was just a nightmare," Donnie whispered to himself as he rubbed his wrists. They were very tender, and the skin around them was chaffed and broken. It sent hot flares throughout him instantly. Flipping on the desk lamp, Donnie examined the inflamed flesh. Had it not been his, he would be fine, having gone into his famed "Doctor Mode". But it was not his brothers, nor his father. He didn't have anyone counting on him to keep a clear head. This was happening to him. Right here. Right now.

Donnie stumbled up out of his bed, struggling to reach his door. He had to get to Master Splinter. Master Splinter would know what to do. He would know what happened to him.

Every step forward Donnie took seemed to be a step behind. The door seemed to be further and further away, keeping him away from the ones who could help him.

Donnie could feel his legs giving out from under him. He still had not yet gained his strength back from his previous ordeal, and in fact, had possibly seemed to worsen.

At least he wasn't vomiting blood anymore. Not around his family at least...he didn't need them worrying anymore so than what they already were. They were doing their best to care for him, he didn't want them to go overboard. He was going to be fine.

Donnie fell as his legs gave out. He crashed to the floor, hitting the sewer concrete hard. His head crashed against it, and he could feel a gash open. Blood, his blood, leaked onto the ground below him, staining it once again.

That smell...he remembered it all too well. It terrified him. It reminded him of what happened. Of what happened to his brothers. Of what happened to him. And for some reason...it now made him angry.

Donnie rose to his feet, grasping his bed for support. He was so weak...but it didn't matter...he had to find Master Splinter...he had to find his brothers...where were they? Where was he? Donnie struggled to remember. What was happening to him?

A sudden jolt shot down through his spine. It paralyzed him, and he dropped again, this time draped over his bed.

Donnie wanted to scream. He wanted to call out for his brothers. He wanted to yell for his father. But his voice was gone. Silently, his torment began.

A/N: Ooh! A cliffy :D Sorry if I disappointed you guys...I'm so very sorry...
This is usually where I beg for reviews, but I won't (to much) this time. I'll only ask once or twice. Will you please review? Pretty please? Tell me where I went wrong with this?
Anyways, ta-ta for now!