Just A Clone

Disclamer: Okay now, I don't own any of the characters from Teenage Mutant Ninja Trutles, the good, the bad, or the incredibly ugly. The only ones I own are the little family I created and killed off. Oops, I'm getting a little TOO ahead of myself there. Ha ha, ahem, on to the story!

Sarah's POV

"Faster, run faster! RUN FASTER YOU IDIOT!!!" These were my thoughts as my long legs carried me down a darkened street of New York City.

The name of it?

Who the hell cared? All I knew was that I had to, NEEDED to get away from my current assailents. Ninjas, invisble ones. No, I haven't gone crazy. I've just... I've been alone for quite some time now and... I've found out things that no person should know...

It was a couple years ago, 4 to be precise, when my life went to the dogs. I'd been sitting quietly on the roof of my family's pleasent little Boston apartment complex, reading a book and listening to my three brothers and their... band. It was about six or seven in the evening and they had started packing up to leave when my father came up, his face pale and sweaty.

"Okay guys, let's go," he said, "Xander, Jacob, Albert, Sarah, your mother and I wish to speak to you in the living room."

"Somebody's in trouble." I sang.

He shook his head, "No one's in trouble Sarah, I just... we just need to have a little family pow-wow."

The twins smiled. "You know what that means guys." they said together.

I nodded.

My eldest brother nodded as well, "Bad news."

If only he'd known how right he was.

When we got to the living room, my mother was sitting in a chair. She looked as pale as dad did, if not more so.

"Mom?" Albert said, the worry in his voice growing, "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Kids," my father said, "Pack your bags, we're moving."

There was about ten minutes of an awkward silence, then Jacob started, "WHAT?! We just moved here two months ago!"

"Don't tell us it's for your job, that's what you said last time! Why do we have to move?" Albert cried.

I crossed my arms, "We just got settled into our new school! We all just made new friends!" This was true save for me, for some strange reason, people didn't like me much. Don't ask me why, I have no idea.

Xander nodded in agreement, "Sarah's right, we all just got comfortable, so why're we being uprooted yet again? I just got a gig at this new club called Comatose and it's four days from now. Do you know how long I've waited for a chance like this? A chance to be able to help provide for this faamily?"

"Look, it's for the best if w--

"I don't care if it's for our best intrest, your best intrest, or this very PLANET'S best intrest, I am NOT going to move again!" I shouted.

"YEAH!" the twins cried in unison.

At this point, my mother began to cry, "Kids... please just try to understand, we're doing this to protect you. We just... we just want to keep you safe."

I was... shocked wasn't the word for it, I was... wierded out by this.

Jacob, angry and flustered, said "How the heck does THAT make sense mom? How can MOVING make us SAFE?"

Mom only cried more, and Dad took a heavy breath and sighed, "We'll tell you as soon as we've gone but--

--CRASH--

Both the windows and the front door were blown in and somebody screamed. I think it was me, but I'm not so sure anymore. What happened next was all a blur of screams, blades, broken glass and... and the death of my father.

My family and I were taken to this wierd facility deep within the heart of New York City, where we met... and trust me when I say this, a badly disfugured black man. Evenyone called him Dr. Stockman. I think I heard his name on the news one day, apparently he was some kind of whack-bag scientist or something. Now, I wouldn't say this to his ugly, scarred mug but I'd have to agree with the news.

He did things; horrible, painful things, to me and my family. My mother, Jacob and Albert all died... but Xander? I'm not so sure what happened to him. Hopefully he died too. I wouldn't want him to go through what I'm going through right now. I wouldn't want him in the pain I'm in right at this moment. I wouldn't want him... to be... like me... right now.

sigh So... how was it? Please review if you can. Thanks a bushel!