I wasn't suppose ta live…..I wasn't suppose ta be here, and I don't wanta be here, but there nothin' I can do…..nothin'. I don't know what happen ta them, but I know one thing fur sure…they're dead…and they killed them. I hate em a lot fur that. They killed them for no reason…well….maybe there was a reason…..it was because they were after my brothar…blue. He did a lot of bad things, and so did I, when I was older. But that don't matter, cause he's dead….so is yellow and purple…..all dead….all gone.

(REGULAR POV)

A giant mass of red walk down the sewer line. He would have wrinkled his nose if he wasn't so caught up in his grief. It was so dark and drafty, so cold and sad….it was as if the world was reflecting his feeling of pain and horror as the image flash in his mind. His family gone, his home planet disappeared, he couldn't even recognize the feeling he got here. Every thing just appeared so…different, it wasn't the fact it look like New York from over 100 years ago, but it was the way things look and were shape. Even his body felt strange, he felt bigger, rounder even…he didn't know how to explain it. But at the end of it, it didn't matter, it didn't matter where or when he was…there was nothing to be concern with, no reason to do anything anymore. He closed his eyes as flashes came again, except for real, more detail, more pain. He whimpered as he walk, his giant body barely able to make it through the sewer system, he whish he could just disappear, or maybe find a way to reverse time. Maybe go to the time before they attack them, before they could give them a chance to explain…..before they destroyed everything. He stop as he could picture it as if he had just witness it all over again. He sink to his knees while he closed his eyes…please make the pain stop…please. He slowly change his position to sitting down, he slid closer to the corner his back was turned to it as he slowly slid down, he whimpered again as he could feel tears cloud his eyes with salted water. How he wish this nightmare could end…how he wish it could all just end.

Donatello Hamato like to think he was a smart boy, a brilliant boy, one that knew too much for his young age. Weather it was with numbers or words or electronics and especially science, he could understand it to points it was ridicules. He even had his own science lab now, where he was able to play or tinker with anything he wanted, or more correctly, anything he could find. That was the problem, he couldn't find a lot of things, computers were a rare but wonderful treasure, broken toy cars and ect. were constant. And then the other few different electronic thing he found was also nice to have. Though there were something's his father forbid, like the slightly broken tattoo gun he found, which he was told to throw out. Or the strange '69' position book he found with a picture of a woman in small clothes and man in underwear, which was on the cover, though he never got to read it since his father was surprisingly strict about burning the book, which he could never understand why he would do that? And the fact he wasn't allow to look at the old military grave yard with possible advance computers super chips, and part from real air planes parts and strange drums possible filled with rare (and dangerous) chemicals, until he was at least 13, which stink, a lot. But he was thankfully given the option of looking through the sewers alone, trying to find the rare treasures he craved, just as long as he didn't go too far from home, and to look out for toys or comic books, a request from his only little brother. And today was a lucky day, not as lucky as the days when he found computers, but was still a close coming second. He had the luck of finding 2, very possible to fix, walkie talkies that he found. They were a traditional black with a logo of a 'spy kid' on the back, making him believe it was part of some strange spy kid set, which probably came out after a movie. None the less he smiled at the stupidity of whatever human boy which had thrown these toys down the sewers, he just couldn't be happier. They rested in a white plastic bag which he constantly brought with him when ever he went out searching, and in his other hand was a toy, a stuff dog to be exact. It was a snow white dog with big, purple, floppy ears, a purple tail, and purple spots on its back and on one of its eyes. The dogs name was Vinnie, and he was a very well loved dog by Donnie. He loved the little guy to pieces and never went any where without him, he even took him to the Dojo when he and his brothers would practice. His dog had bend there for every moment of his life ever sense he was 4 years old. Donnie smiled as he then saw something flash, was that another machine. Probably a toy car again, but still, he usually like to try and make it into something new. Like the time he took a toy train and made it run around their home with no track and it acted like a control car. It was really cool, according to his brothers. Raph and Leo like to use it for target practice with their throwing stars while Mikey got to control it. He smiled at the thought as he ran towards the thing, he hope it was a remote control helicopter, he was thinking of making a new, indestructible helicopter they could also use for target practice. He like the challenge of making it and his brother would be happy and thankful, he like feeling useful. He ran towards the possible toy car or hopefully helicopter with enthusiasm, and just couldn't believe his luck when he actually found it to be just what he needed – a helicopter. No controller, but he could make one from the other million of car and game controllers. He then stood up as he began to look at it closely, until he was stop by a horrifying noise.

"What the hell ya think ya doin' with my toy" someone ask, Donnie whip around to find 3 boys standing there, they look to be maybe 16 years old, and they did not look happy. Donnie felt other fear, his Daddy always told him to beware humans, they weren't all bad, after all, his father was a human once. But he was also smart enough to know not all humans would except what he was, and might hurt him because of it. And by the way the boys look at him, he had a feeling that they were the unfriendly humans. He gulp as he just stared at them as if he were a dear caught in head light. The one on the right had black short hair with a bunch of piercings in his ears and noise and dark blue eyes.

The one on the left had bright red hair, as red as the color of most of the remote control cars he had found, and had some pretty impressive muscles, he wondered if that's what his brother Raph would have look like if he were older and human. Except his black eyes look mean and unforgiving, unlike his big brother. Though he may be mean his eyes would never look that cold and he 'secretly told them all how much he loved them, making him feel like he would actually hurt him and not 'lightly' punch him on the shoulder.

Then the guy in the middle look like the leader, except much scarier then Donnie would have like to admit. He had bright, blond hair to where it almost look white. He had light chestnut brown eyes and a unhappy look on his face.

"I said" he spoke again "What the hell do ya think you're doing with my toy?" he ask, except much slower and scarier. That's when Donnie suddenly realize he still held the helicopter as if it was never there before. And in pure fear he drop the toy, as if it had suddenly became hot and untouchable. It fell to the ground with a big bang, the tail broke off and a large dent was now on the side. Donnie back away in fear as he realize had broke the originally slightly broken toy. The guy eyes now glaze in anger as he then stomp over to Donnie.

"You fucking BRAT you broke my HELICOPTER." Donnie felt terrified as the man to lunge at him, he forgot all of his training that he had learn, and beside, even if he did try to fight, it was useless without his Bo staff since these guys were twice as big, and even with it he felt his chances of winning were next to impossible. He drop the white plastic bag he carried as he then brought the stuff dog to his chest, turning around showing the boy his shell. He felt him grab the top of his shell and then threw him into the middle of the small section of the sewer, he now laid on his shell in the bright sun light, now revealing to the boys what Donnie look like. They stop in shock at what they saw, before the red head guy stood.

"Well look at the little brat dress in his Halloween costume" he cooed in a cold and fearful voice. Donnie gulp, but did not stop to correct them, he remembered his father telling him if he ever did run into humans and if they guess he was in a costume he was to play along and to not tell them at any cost what he really was. Or it could mean great trouble for their family. So he said nothing as the boys just laugh at his shaken form.

"Oh what that in his hands" the one with the piercings taunted, red head then swop down and then snatch Vinnie from Donnie hands, that gave Donnie the ability to speak.

"VINNIE" He scream, he then forgot the fear he felt as he then stood and tried to grab his stuff dog again, but he was then pick up from the boy with blonde hair. The red head and piercing guy grin evilly as he held the dog not at all too kindly.

"Oh is this the big baby's dog?" The piercing guy ask, Donnie gulp but nodded in fear, what were they going to do to his dog? The red head grin as he then reach into his pocket and pulled out a small switch blade, he flip it open and then began to bring it closer to the poor dog.

"Wonder if we can make him cry…" the red head ask, but more to himself as the dog now had a knife to his neck, Donnie began to shake.

"NO! Leave my dog alone!" he cried, but sadly, that might as well had been a please for him to cut his dog as he then began to absolutely tear up the dog. He cut and rip up the soft and beloved toy to bits. Donnie couldn't stop the tears even if he tried as he saw his stuff animal become a pile of rip up cloth and stuffing. They all roared in laughter as the blonde one then threw him to the ground by the pet. Donnie stood on his hands and knees as he look down at his now 'dead' pet.

"Vinnie…." He whimpered, he cried as he then gathered up the pieces of cloth and held them close to his chest, as if he were holding the dead body to his dog. He had loved him very much. But Donnie was then interrupted by a kick to the side of his shell, though it might give him more protection then the average human boys sides and chest, it was still hard enough that he cried in pain as he was kick away from his puppy. He gasp as he hit the wall. He then grab his sides in pain as he tried to breath, now finding it much harder, how much it hurt. Donnie was not surprise to then feel a odd number of legs beginning to kick him over and over again, it wasn't until one hit him in the head did things get fuzzy. He began to cry, even whimpering for his daddy and brothers, he wanted some one to help him…..someone….anyone.

Jasmine sigh in annoyance as she walk into the sewers…why did she agree to do this? Just why, and in any rate why was she dating this loser. She didn't like Scott, she HATED him, but her dad explain about how much he needed his father to agree to a deal, and how it would help him if she dated his son. He of course ask her to do this in trade that she could dump him, and get a chance to go to Paris, where she could go to college, and he also trusted her to know how to deal with an ass like him.

'Just one more month' Jazzy thought, but of course that was like 50 years, how much she hated him. With a sigh she tap her foot on the ground, they had been playing with his 'expensive' helicopter toy – which was boring as hell – and had gotten twice as annoying when he had stupidly crash the thing into a the gutter through a broken rain drain. So she stood in front of a man whole cover within a ally way, impatiently waiting for them to come back up. But when she glance at her clock, realizing it had been 20 minuets now, she finally decided she had enough. With a growl she then jump into the sewers, not bothering to use the latter since she didn't require them. She then stood as she began to jog the direction she was pretty sure she saw them leaving, she even saw a few of the beer bottles they had. It wasn't until she herd gentle crying was when she almost stop. Who on earth was in the sewers, crying? It didn't sound like the guys, it was smaller, maybe of a little boy, she began to become worried. It was coming from the same direction of where the guys went. She then step up the pace, hoping to find them. She finally made a turn and stop when she saw the sight before her. It was enough to sicken her, she knew they were assholes, but to think they would go to this level was pure disgusting and a little heartbreaking for the small boy. It may be dark and she couldn't see him well, but she knew a child was there, no fooling her on that. She open her mouth to possible stop the argument, before she went there to stop it herself, but every one froze when they saw something. In the shallow down the hall where she could barely see it from the corner of her eye.

"Leave. Him. ALONE!" Came a loud cry, she began to worry, was the man the father or something, had he caught them beating up his son, this wouldn't be good. She stuck her head out to see who that was, he probably couldn't see her, but when she saw him, she practically gasp.

Red wasn't expecting to see anything as he sat alone, silently mourning for the loss of his strange but beloved family when…..he just walk in. A little boy, a little turtle mutant boy had just…walk in. He ignored him, obviously not knowing he was there, but Red saw him, and when he did, he slowly recognized who he was.

It was Donatello Hamato, scientist from the past, a great inventor who help made the now universal famous 'O'Neil tech', and the brother of the 4 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles that had done some many great and amazing adventures, and one of the 4 that had murdered his family. He thought for a moment, as he stared at the small turtle who look at the new toy he found quiet happily. This couldn't be him, could it, was this Donatello? But, why was he so young, Red was so confused. Had he….gone into the past some how, to the point he was in the time when the turtles were younger? He look at the turtle….possible…Red stared at him, and as he did, a thought came into his head.

'Kill him' he thought,

'What?' he ask, shock at his minds demand.

'This is your chance, your chance to save your brothers, if he was never born, then they will never kill them' his mind taunted, he actually thought about it for a minuet, but shook his head.

No, it wouldn't work even if he could. Because if the turtles had never existed then they would have never gone into the future, and their 'evil clones' would have never been made. And….it just felt wrong. Though he may hate them, he didn't want to kill them, it would do no good, and it would prove at the end how much a monster he was.

'But why care?' the same thought demanded 'they destroyed your family and very reason to live, why not at least settle the score' the voice ask, it kept demanding why he refused to gain revenge, but he almost growled out loud at it.

'NO' he scream 'I WON'T KILL HIM, I'VE KILLED TOO MANY…no more death….please…' the thought was gone, he bowed his head, he felt so much like a failure now, he couldn't even revenge his now dead brothers. But he then remembered Blue, Blue had wanted to make up for his actions, and though he was force to steel and cause other crimes, he had made a promise to never kill, and he knew he wouldn't want him to kill the turtles, especially not when they were small and venerable like this, they wouldn't even understand who and what he was…..and beside….Donatello, had been against killing them, he had even tried to save them, and he believe he and his brothers would have lived. But they had run out of time, and he fell unconscious, but he knew at the end he would have saved them. And so taking out his revenge on the little innocent turtle was just wrong, just wrong. And again, something was off about him, since when did he have 3 toes, and his eyes, they look more red then brown, it was all just off.

His thoughts were then interrupted by a voice, he had not even herd the 3 men, and his ears had been genetically enhance to hear things farther away, as well a smell them, he must had been too distracted to even try to detect them. He sat silently as he slowly watch the seen unfold, and that's when he notice the stuff dog in Donnie hands. He felt his heart clench, he remembered when his brother had 'borrowed' a stuff toy from a store that also happen to have something 'Darrius Dumb' had wanted, it had been a little stuff toy dog. It was the cheapest thing there, not even having something to press to make it talk, a 'old fashion' stuff dog, it had been completely purple with black spots on it, Purple had named it…

"Vinnie" his eyes widen when he herd Donnie whimpered that as he held onto the small pile of stuffing. He felt shame and guilt for letting the little one lose his beloved stuff dog, he kept feeling sadness and pain seeing the small child whimper against the wall, it wasn't until they kick him particularly hard on the head did he then realize something, he could stop them. He slowly stood up as he watch them still kick the defenseless mutant, he could for once do something right once in his miserable life. And besides, it wasn't life threatening, and even if it was, at least he died of an actual noble cause. He stood as he glared at the boys, they reminded him of the punks Blue was force to talk to, he had to set up Darius little 'drug ring' and 'drug dealers' and it had to be made look as if Blue had been the master mind behind it, even though it was either set it up or allow his brothers to be dissected and die, it wasn't hard to chose which one he would do. He never like them, nothing but pieces of trash that deserved nothing but to be shot. He began to growl as he finally found his voice.

"Leave. Him. ALONE!" he screech, the 3 boys stop to turned towards him, they couldn't see him all the well, but he decided to change that.

Donnie blink his still fuzzy eyes, some one had just yelled, and it wasn't the guys that surrounded him, he tried to look past their legs and then saw something. It was in the dark but it slowly stomp its way into the light was the most shocking thing he ever saw. A huge, about 6 ft turtle stood there, he was HUGE and width as well. He was bright red like Raph mask, and he had darker red scars all over his arms and legs. He had yellow eyes with bright, burning red pupils that glared at the guys. He saw as he walk closer. He had yellow finger nails on his hands as well, and his shell was big and was a dark blue. He also notice the horns that came out of his shell and face, he also had dark blue clothing, but he couldn't tell because everything was getting fuzzy, but the last thing he remembered was the red face of the other turtle like creature, before he fell unconscious.

OKAY DONE WITH THE CHAPTER, YAY, PLEASE READ AND REVIEW AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT SO FAR, PROMISE THIS WILL BE BETTER THEN ORIGINAL, SINCE I'M RE DOING A LOT OF STORIES, I FIGURED I DO THIS ONE TOO, HOPE YOU LIKE IT, AND AS ALWAYS.

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BLUE ROZE