A/N: Hey, this is the first TMNT fanfics that I've ever written, plus the first time I've tried to write entirely in the first person POV. So any and all comments would be muchly welcome.

Amy

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-

Ah, a brand new day, full of hope promise and the same old crap as yesterday.

I smash my hand down on the alarm clock and groan. I've never quite understood why I have to get up. You know – ever. Why I can't just sleep my life away, things to do I suppose. Stupid things. Wincing slightly as my feet hit the cold floor, I make my way slowly into the bathroom.

"What are you looking at?" I ask my reflection before turning away to turn on the shower and get in, the cascade of water drumming away the last of the drowsiness.

Hey, it's Tuesday. Today is Cameron's birthday. Cameron is one of the kids in my neighborhood. His parents are kind of poor, so I thought I would give him my little pet turtle as a present. I loved her dearly, but I knew she'd mean more to little Cam than she ever could to me.

After getting dressed and putting Alice – that's my turtle – into a little bowl, I take one last look around my apartment before leaving. It's small and crappy, but it's home. Damn, I still haven't cleaned up those dishes, but who's going to visit, it's not like anyone will be around to notice.

I tug at the front door of Cam's apartment building, only to find it refusing to budge. Sparing a moment to read the sign that tells me the door's been nailed shut because it won't stay shut otherwise and advising me to go in by the small side entrance in the alleyway.

Typical. Oh well, at least I still have the look on Cam's face when he gets his present to look forward to. Unfortunately, I'm so busy thinking about this that I don't see the open manhole until it's too late. Life's full of little quirks like that.

"Ooof!"

I hit the ground. Hard. So hard, in fact, that the bowl holding Alice shatters leaving several shards of glass in my arm. Where's Alice? I hope she's alright. I just manage to just brush my good arm against the edge of her shell before she slips off into the water. At least she's probably faring better than I am at this point.

Sitting up slowly, I freeze suddenly. I'm covered in something slimy. Please don't let that be what I think it is. Grimacing, I look down, my eyes slowly adjusting to the light. I could see that it wasn't what I feared – this being a sewer and all – but some sort of green glowing ooze.

Just as I started to try and brush some of the gunk of me, pain lances through my entire body. Every nerve screamed in anguish and I only have time to echo that pain with my voice before darkness takes me.

"Wake up sister."

"Mnuuuuhg." I groan, trying to wave away whoever it was that spoke. Why couldn't they just leave me alone? As strange as it may seem, people have to sleep, and that includes me. I pry my eyes open, to see only blurry shapes. Great, now I can't even see what's going on. This day just keeps on getting better.

Someone lifts my arm and I could feel them examining it while speaking again. "Who did this to you sister? Was it the humans, scum of the earth that they are?"

Still unable to focus properly and very confused, I ask, "What's going on and why do you keep calling me sister?" I try again to clearly see who was kneeling in front of me. Something about them didn't look right. Okay, they're either wearing a really thick coat, or I'm hallucinating.

Whoever it was, they were speaking again and I hadn't noticed. "…are our brothers and sisters. Together we will rise up and overthrow those that made us what we are."

Well, that doesn't sound good. I've been rescued by crazy visionaries.

Finally, my eyes begin to co-operate and the creatures around me start becoming more than blobs. And creatures they were, all human sized, but the one closest to me looked more like a spider. I yelp in shock in spite of myself and try to scoot away, a small part of me noting that there were three others, a cat, a lizard and a dog. That's it. I've lost it.

"You would refuse our hospitality?" the spider asked me, his mandibles clicking in what was probably anger. "So be it. If you are not with us, you are against us."

I watch in horror as he opens his jaws to bite me, completely unable to move. I'd really like to wake up right now. But there's no way I'm dreaming, this is way too real.

Only inches away from me, the spider suddenly gets knocked aside by some sort of stick. What now? Okay, it's a giant turtle, riiiight. This is reality calling: would Amy please report back to the front desk to re-claim her sanity.

I watched as the turtle deals with the four that had threatened me. His skill was actually very impressive; he was beating all of them and making it look easy. For a head trauma-induced delusion, this is pretty intense. Oh here we go, blacking out time again.

Donatello

Those Mutant Alliance idiots were no problem, in fact they had needed to be taught a lesson for some time now. They were living in the sewers same as us, but kept trying to either steal from us or drive us out. I don't think I need to mention their lack of success.

I left them to groan and sleep off various non-fatal injuries – I made sure that non-fatal ones were all there were – I went to check on whoever it was they'd been attacking.

When I saw her, my breath caught in my throat. She looked so small and fragile lying there unconscious. Bending down to make sure she was alright, I saw a small pool of blood under her left arm. There were shards of glass stuck in the flesh.

Those will have to come out. She'll have to be brought back to the lair so I can do a proper job.

'Of course, you would have probably brought her back even if she wasn't hurt,' a small treacherous part of my mind added.

I shake my head, that's not important now. I replace my bo and gently pick her up, careful not to further damage her arm. She's so light. I'd never be able to do this with one of my brothers.

All the way back home, I can't help but wonder where she could have come from. Someone's pet that got exposed to the mutagen, I suppose.