Disclaimer:...Seriously?...Obviously i do not own, sadly Nickelodeon owns them now. I'm not doing this for any kind of monetary gain, i'm just a poor, bored student who need to write shit down...

Little Soldier Mine-Hey people who clicked on my story. This is something that has been rolling around in my head like a tumbleweed, gaining mass and momentum. So, i have an idea and somewhat of a direction that i want this story to go, nothing solid yet since i'm more of a make-up-as-i-go person. This is AU (people, really soak in the ALTERNATE UNIVERSE vibe, please) so things will most definitely not follow a canon storyline. I will take certain events and occurrences from canon story, but it will most likely be the 2003 universe seeing as i haven't made myself watch the new Nick version.

If (keyword being if) i continue this, i feel like the rating will go up, not because of sexual matters but more because of, well, darker themes. There will be no romance that i can foresee, definitely no Donnie/April because i ship Casey/April so hard it's awkwardtowalkwiththisboner.

I'm still kinda iffy about where to go from here and i don't even know if i want to continue. I guess that's where you all come in. If the feedback is positive and there is enough, i'll continue, if not, this gets taken out back and shot in the face. :)

Enough blabber...enjoy?

-Twisted Perception-

The first time it happened, it was an accident.

Splinter had given them two hours free time where they could go out and play in the connecting sewers if they promised not to go more than a five minute walk from the lair. Donnie had taken the chance to break away from his brothers, who had started a game of follow the leader, to explore a nearby tunnel when he found the small rat.

He had been carefully holding the small rat in his hands, trying to learn how it's limbs moved in tangent to the rest to the rest of it's body. He had been gently moving it's limbs this way and that, stretching them and flexing them, pulling the flexible tail taut, and gently moving the small furry head from side to side.

When he accidentally snapped the rat's neck.

The rat had given one last panicked squeal before before becoming silent and hanging limp in Donnie's small green hand.

Donnie had looked down, face pale and eyes wide, before tears started streaming down his round cheeks. He had quickly set the rat down in a small crevice where no one would find it, kneeled down and cried, before slowly getting up and drying the tears on his face and heading home.

Now that he's older and he looks back on that day he realizes that he cried, not because he had killed something, but because he wasn't quite done with his examination of the rat. He'd hidden it's small, broken body because he hadn't wanted anybody to find it.

A week after he had killed the small rat he had come back to see if it was still there and found a half devoured decaying corpse full of maggots. Instead of feeling fear and revulsion, Donnie had felt a sharp thrill of excitement and had proceeded to take the corpse apart and exam everything; the organs, the skeleton, the fur.

Donnie realized from a very early age that he was different from his brothers and father. Leo, Raph, Mikey, and he might be similar in appearance, but that's as far as the similarities went.

He remembers being small and watching his brothers roll around, wrestling and laughing. Always laughing. He'd watch them fall and cry. That seemed to be all his brothers did; laugh, cry, scream.

He always found it odd. He never felt compelled to join them when they played. He hated rough housing and wrestling, and he'd get annoyed if his brothers touched him when he hadn't seen them coming. When he fell or hurt himself he would just pick himself up, no tears, no fuss.

But he did laugh and cry and scream. He laughed, however infrequent, when he found something funny, Mikey was usually the cause. He cried when he got frustrated or something didn't go the way he wanted. He screamed when he got angry, when his thoughts seemed to crowd his mind and he couldn't get the relief he so craved.

As he grew, he noticed his fathers gaze, always watching. He knew he was different and Splinter knew it, too.

So he learned to lie, to deceive, to play the part of happy, normal turtle.

But that was all it was, an act.

A/N:Well? Leave a comment with your humble opinion, your thoughts, your whatevers. Continue or kill?