[B]Raphael:[/b]

Blood and pain was all that he can rememeber happening the past year...or has it been only a couple of months that passed, he couldn't remember. It was hard to keep track of time when you're the subject of countless of torture sessions. Raphael winced as he pulled the hood of his jacket up to try to hide his now half healed wounds on the lower part of the left side of his face and neck. Those and any small cuts and bruses throbbed in pain everytime he tried to move caused him to hiss in pain. "There's people actually talking some..." He muttered when voices drifted into his dirty, bloody cell. It was somewhat a nice change of pace to hear someone talking, and not screaming their voice hoarse like he did when his scars were reopened. Screaming and pleading was the only things he could remember now that he took the time to think on it. The sky seems now a foreign thing to him now. Raphael pulled his hand away from his face when fresh blood coated it after he absently scratched his cheek. "No, not again. I can't aford to loose any more blood. What if they come to get me again?"