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[Mikey came to slowly, lightheaded and disoriented. His mouth felt dry, his head ached, and there was a thick, unpleasant smell in the air. Slowly, he blinked his eyes open, but there was nothing to see.

His arms hurt, and he shifted to try and move them, groggy and confused. The rattle of heavy iron chains rang through his head, and he grimaced as sore muscles pulled in his shoulders.

Wait ...

Tugging his wrists, the reality of the situation dawned on him with all the subtlety of a ton of bricks. Pulling again, his breath came quickly and he whimpered quietly as the chains refused to give. His toes barely scraped the floor, chest aching as he began to hyperventilate.

Where the hell was he and where were his brothers?]

[Leonardo has been awake for a few minutes now; he'd yelped when he came to and tried to move, only to be accosted by a pain so stabbing and sharp that he'd nearly blacked out again. Taking a few moments to control himself, he'd called his brothers' names and received no reply.

Things were bad, he'd observed grimly. He laid his cheek back on the ground to calm himself and try to banish some of the pain away from his awareness with a sort of on-the-fly meditation technique Splinter had shown him a few years ago. It worked only marginally.

The clink of chains in the room made him jump and he sucked in a silent breath at the pain that followed. But then- a whimper. He recognized that voice.] Mike? [he called, voice rough with disuse. How long had he been out...?]

[Mikey startled at the voice, then let out a breath of relief that almost sounded like a sob.]

Leo?

[His throat was raw, scratchy and irritated, and he coughed once. Eyes slowly adjusting to the faint light, he squinted through the dark, finally making out a huddled form in the corner of the room.]

Leo ... what's going on?

I'm not sure. [He shifted lightly then laid back down, half on his hip and half on his stomach. His body was positioned as if he'd just been tossed inside, which was likely the case. He doesn't remember breaking his legs, which is worrisome; even if they'd heavily sedated him, he'd have woken up at the fractures.] I woke up just a few minutes ago.

[His eyes were starting to adjust and he could barely see Mike's outline in the dusty silver light; his plastron scraped across the ground as he shifted again.] Are you all right? Are you hurt?

[Struggling on his toes to relieve the pressure on his wrists, Mikey bit back a grunt of pain.]

I'm okay, I think.

But I can't move.

[Wriggling his fingers, Mikey tried to get some feeling back into them. If they were numb, he'd probably been hanging there for a while now. But how or why he was there, he didn't know.]

[Leo started and was about to demand why he couldn't move when he remembered the sound. Chains; Mike was probably chained to the wall. Squinting, Leo tried to make out any outlines that would look like restraints, but it was an exercise in the futile and he gave up after just a few moments with a sigh.]

I can't move either. Can you feel anything along the ground that you might be able to use?

[Gritting his teeth, Mike tried to feel along the ground with his toes, but he could barely feel a few inches away.]

There's nothing here.

[Swallowing, he stared at Leo's outline. He wasn't chained to the wall, he was laying down, almost haphazardly. It didn't look good. If Leo was hurt and he was restrained, their chances of getting out of here were reduced drastically.]

Leo, are you okay?

[For a second, Leonardo considers lying.

...but that would make teamwork very difficult, especially if Mike counted on him later to do something he simply wouldn't be able to do. It takes some time for him to really come to a conclusion, but when he speaks next it's with great reluctance.]

I'm pretty sure my legs are broken.

[Mike's stomach sinks in dread, and he swallows hard. If Leo was out of commission, then they're effectively screwed. Mikey can't move, and even without restraints Leo is immobile.

They're completely defenseless.

Suddenly he feels very, very exposed, and his breath comes a little quicker as he fights the urge to try and curl up. It's useless now, and all it does is rattles the chains.]

Mike- Mikey. [Even in the dark Leo can tell Mikey's panicking, and he pushes himself up onto his elbow with a pained grunt.] Mike, calm down. Listen to me and just breathe for a minute.

[Do the others know they're here? Maybe they're on their way to rescue them.

... or maybe Don and Raph are here too, somewhere else. Maybe they have no idea and he and Leo are just stuck here. Maybe no one will find them until it's too--

Sucking in a deep breath -- or as deep as he can manage with his lungs compressed -- Mikey tries to keep his panic under control.]

How are we gonna get out of here?

[Leo's eyes sweep the room, brain ticking away at a mile a minute. Don was the smarts of the group, but Leo knew he was the Plan guy, and very good at it. He spots the drain in the middle of the floor.] How much can you move your arms, Mike? About how much give do you have on those chains?

[Mikey tugs at them again.]

I can barely touch the floor.

Can you touch where the chain on your left wrist is connected to the wall with your right hand? [Leonardo shifts up onto both elbows, gritting his teeth as he rolls further onto his stomach and steels himself.]

[Still a little panicked, Mikey stares stupidly into the dark for a few seconds before he realizes what Leo is asking him.

Gritting his teeth and trying to support his weight on one wrist, he reaches over with his right hand, fingertips just barely brushing the edge of the restraint.]

A little. Just my fingertips.

[That'll have to be enough.] ...all right.

Okay. I don't think the grate over the drain is welded down. I'm going to head over there and pry it up; it looks pretty solid, so when I slide it over to you, try to break one of the chains with it. The moonlight's not catching at all on them, so I'm assuming they're rusted. Can you feel if they are at all?

They feel kinda rough.

[So yes, probably rusted.]

Good.

Take some time to calm down. I'm not gonna talk for a minute, so don't freak out. [Oh God, this is going to hurt. Leo -in a flash of last-minute insight- unwinds a wrist guard and stuffs it between his teeth before he starts dragging himself across the floor.]

[That's easier said than done when you've got an imagination like Mikey's. He worries his lower lip and twists his wrists, eyes flicking up to the window then back down to the grate, then over to his brother.]

[It takes a lot longer than he would've liked, but eventually Leonardo makes it to the drain and just collapses with a gasp, breathing raggedly and desperately attempting to collect himself before he scares Mike any more than his poor brother already is.]

[YEAH PRETTY SCARED RIGHT HERE. He has no idea how Leo managed to drag himself across the floor with two broken legs without making a damn sound, but at least that breathing means he's still alive.]

... Leo?

[About now Leo wishes he has some sort of operator. She would say pleasantly "please hold while we attempt to reach your Leonardo," and he could just sit there and catch his breath while Mike listened to some sort of classical rendition of a popular rock song.

...yeah, he's losing it.]

I'm all right. Give me a minute. [His voice is raspy like he'd been smoking half his life, but there's little he can do about it.]

Not reassuring me here, bro.

[Mike tugs at the chains again, feeling the skin on his wrists rub against the rusty restraints. Too tight to slip his hands through, but too loose not to rub painfully when he struggles.]

Just- [He coughs, clears his throat and tries again.] -I'm fine. Hold on, I'll try to pry this loose. [The grate thankfully isn't welded down; just a disc that fits into the slotted hole on the ground. Leo wasn't sure what he would've done if it had been bolted down. Possibly cried.

The grate scraped against its holder before he finally managed to work a part of it up- he grabbed the lip of the grate and slid it away from the drain.] Watch your feet Mike. [Then he laid it on the ground and scuffed it towards Mike, hopefully not into his toes.]

[Feeling the grate grind to a stop near his feet, Mikey stretches and tries to drag it closer with his toes. It's heavy, and now he's got it, he realizes it's too heavy. There's no way he could maneuver it to break the chains.]

Leo, it's too heavy.

[Frustration and panic bleed into his voice. He feels completely useless.]

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watch and be amazed as egg switches tenses faster than the eye can see

/abuses tenses horribly

/watches in sadistic joy

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