Going through some rewrites.

I do not own TMNT. All I own is my character Thomas.

October 1st 1997

I woke up to a very annoying headache in a dark area right next to a dumpster not knowing how I got there or who I am. I place my hand on my face and instead of feeling skin I felt hair and it smelt like a wet animal. Confused and kind of frightened, I inspected my body.

I looked to be about three feet tall. There was hair all over my body which I had a feeling it was part of me. My hands had small claws. My feet had only four toes instead of five. My ears were pointed on the top sides of my head and kept twitching at the nearby sounds. Both my hands (paws?) and had thin dark hair designs on them that I decided to shrug off as normal. I checked to see if I had a tail and of course I had one. It was long and skinny, almost touching the ground. I couldn't tell what official color my fur is but I believe it's black for now.

"What am I?" I thought.

As for clothes I was wearing a too large dark hooded cloak, shorts, and a large necklace with a square pendant that had a carved and painted flower looking symbol on it.

I checked to see if there was maybe something in my pockets and found a handwritten note that said...

"Not much things can be explained right now. If you want to find some answers you must grab the large duffle bag (heavy I know) right next to you, don't even open it yet. Look at the picture at the back of this note, say the name written on there, and trust the feeling. It will help you find him, and whatever you do, DON'T STOP RUNNING FROM THE PEOPLE WHO ARE IN A BLACK VAN CHASING YOU. Trust me.

P.S. There is a bottle of water in the side pocket of the bag, you'll need if you are going to run. Don't be scared. Trust your instincts. Once you find him you will be fine."

I am scared. Mostly because the darkness in this alley and there are these people that are after me for a reason that I don't know of. I felt weak but reading that I will be safe helped it a little.

The bag next to me was almost twice my size, and it looked completely stuffed. I went up to the bag, opened the side zipper and found the bottle. I didn't realize how thirsty I was until I drank it all in under 30 seconds. When I finished I found myself eating the bottle itself with no problem as if I was like eating regular food. What I was doing was almost surprising but felt normal.

I turned the note over a found a printed picture of a sincere looking man. His face looked too familiar. His name was handwritten right next to his head.

"Hamato Yoshi" I whispered. Instantly I felt a familiar feeling in my stomach telling me to go in a certain direction. It's that feeling when you get nervous about something like speaking in front of everyone and you are afraid you will be made fun of. "Trust your instincts" those words echoed in my head. I smiled at that.

As soon as I tried to pick the bag it an enormous amount of pain went through my arms just a quick second and then it subsided. I rolled up my sleeve to discover that my arms had nearly visible bruises on certain places as well as a few cuts, even on my legs.

"What did I get into?"I thought to myself shaking a bit.

I looked inside the same pocket of the water bottle to see if there was anything else that would help me but I found another handwritten note and a letter that said To Hamato Yoshi. The note said...

"I know that it hurts you to carry the bag and the pain only lasts for a second. Be aware that you Are hurting yourself and you won't feel any pain. To carry this bag hink that you have the strength of a large animal or something that is strong enough to catry it and you will be alright. When you are using your new strength you only have very little time to use it. Say Gorilla."

"Gorilla." I said feeling ridiculous that I even said that. I didn't feel any different but I picked up the bag anyway and surprisingly it felt like I wasn't carrying anything at all. I adjusted the strap, placed it around my neck. Miraculously it worked and I couldn't feel the pain.

I placed the black hood over my head so that no one could see my face(who wants to?) and began to walk towards the street light and found the entire block deserted. It's a bit query why the streets Are this deserted but it was better this way. As soon as my instincts told me where to go I ran as fast as I could.

The more I ran toward my destination, the more closer I feel to him. Running on four toes wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. It felt natural.

After another two minutes of running I almost got hit by a black van. I was about to make a quick sorry but then I saw that it was the large black van being driven by a expressionless man.

"That is the one Krang needs to take back to Krang." Said the guy getting ready to drive in my direction.

My mouth dropped open and I booked it out of there going back to what I was doing.

I kept on running in fear as the car was in hot pursuit on me. I was getting closer to my destination but three more vans were still hot on my tail(no pun intended). My instincts told me to head in the alleyway and there was nothing there but garbage bins, a few cats(they hissed at me but ran away), and a manhole cover.

My senses told me that I should go into the manhole. At first I didn't want to, I didn't have a choice I opened the cover, threw the large bag in first,claimed down the ladder and brought the cover back on just as the cars came to the alley.

Climbing down the ladder kept causing noises that were too loud so I stayed on the ladder to not cause any more noise, I heard car doors open and close as I footsteps approach my direction. They got closer and closer until they stopped right above the cover. I covered my mouth and tried to slow my breathing. I was still in earshot distance.

"Krang has lost the target for we have been chasing for Krang." Said one of the guys.

"Did Krang check sewer lid?"

"No Krang did not."

Crap I thought to myself.

They removed the lid and My body refused to move from it's spot until My inside voice shouted RUN!

"Krang has found target. Capture him."

I jumped down the ladder ignoring the pain that came with it, grabbed My duffle bag and sprinted through the dimly lit tunnels. My running didn't last 20 seconds and I didn't even go that far from where I started. My strength started to decrease drastically as I found myself dragging the heavy bag. Three of the men we're still chasing me and I was cornered at a wall.

The men slowly walked to me with a needle full of some sort liquid that I couldn't tell which color it was. My body couldn't respond to My command to move but just sit there looking into the expressionless man's eyes. The man in the front held my arm and inserted the liquid into me making me create ear splitting scream but the amen didn't seem that bothered.

Suddenly there was this feeling of nausea that filled My entire body I was basically falling asleep. The last thing I heard and saw was a very tall hooded figure stand behind the amen in a battle like stance.

"Either you men leave this place or else." Then I was out.

Thanks for reading. I appreciate it. If there's anything I need to improve let me know.