Author's Note: I do not own TMNT nor any of the characters. I have a few ocs that will appear. In this story, it is mostly based off of the 2012 reboot, but will incorporate things from previous shows and perhaps the comics. I couldn't think of a creative title - that is what this story will be called. Changing some aspects of the events in the show - nothing major. This story is RATED M FOR MATURE! I figured that since the turtles are trained ninjas and wield some pretty dangerous weapons, this fic will be an M story - blood, violence, vulgar language, gore and horrific death included. Smut...well there may not be much. I wouldn't exactly know how to write...turtle sex...o.O Well, I think that's about it - ON WITH THE SHOW!

Prologue – 16 Years Ago London

Thunder rolled and lightning cracked. Throughout the dimly lit house, screams cut through the atmosphere. She had been in labor for 14 hours now and still no progress had been made. She was beginning to regret the decision to give birth at home instead of a hospital – at least there they could have given her some anesthesia and performed a cesarean. But it was too late now, they could not move her.

He waited outside the room, hands balled into tight fists. His knuckles turned white and teeth bit through the flesh of his lip, spewing thick and warm blood into this mouth. He could hardly stand her screams anymore, it killed him to just sit there and listen to her. He was no doctor, but hell he wanted to do something to stop this. What was taking so long? Why hasn't the baby come yet? Was there something wrong? Were they going to be alright? He pondered these questions as he unbearably waited.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the screaming stopped and was replaced by faint crying. His head perked up, a breathy gasp escaped him. Brown eyes turned to the door as it creaked open; the doctor and a long time friend of his stepped out after a few moments, a small bundle wrapped in a white blanket in his arms. He all but leaped to his feet, his hands began to tremble and his chest grew heavy. Heart pounding, he looked from the man to the newborn in his arms, softly fussing in the blanket. What he did not notice was the look upon his friend's face. It was an expression of sorrow.

His friend offered the child to him, placing the bundle correctly into his arms. ''It's a girl.'' He told him, his voice even showing signs of sadness. Another gasp left the new father as he joyfully stared down at his beautiful daughter. Her skin was pale, eyes shut, fists closed. ''Hello, darling,'' he spoke, softly. He trailed a finger down her small cheek, smiling and sniffling. Brown hues flickered back up to the other man; they were glazed with unshed tears. ''Linda?''

The doctor's eyes closed and he lowered his head, shaking it. It was as if someone had plunged a knife into his heart, as if someone had slapped him across the face with a brick. ''No…'' he breathed, shaking his own head out of denial. His friend frowned. ''I'm sorry, Albert.'' A sob choked him, the tears began to fall. He looked back down at the child in his arms, noticing just then how much she resembled his beloved. He shut his eyes tight, leaning his forehead against the newborn's and crying softly. The other put a hand on his shoulder, a sign of comfort.

''Come,'' he said, then. ''There's something we have to discuss.''

He gazed up with watery eyes. Sniffling and taking a deep breath, he asked, ''what is it?'' but the other shook his head. ''Not here.'' was his response. The new father shook his own head, swallowing the thick lump forming in his throat. ''Tell me, Ronald.'' he demanded. He now saw how sad he looked. A feeling in his gut told him it was more than just the loss of Linda. ''What's wrong, Ronald? Is it my daughter? My Evelyn?'' The doctor's jaw set, he sighed softly as his teeth chewed on the flesh inside his lip. He did not want to do this here – something of this matter must be private.

''Yes.''

''Then tell me.''

He sighed, heavily. He was asking for it, he would regret it. The doctor reached out towards the child, the one he called Evelyn – a name that Linda loved so very much – and curled his fingers in the blanket where her head was located. His gaze flickering at the father, he said, his voice low, ''I warned you.'' He pulled the blanket down a little, revealing the horror.

Author's Note: DUN-DUN-DUUUUUHHH! CLIFFHANGER, MUAHAHAHA!

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- Evie Rose