Yeah, yeah, I hear you. I can't even keep up with one story so what am I doing starting another with an unfinished one! Well, maybe this will be better. I can't really explain it but I have a hard time doing one thing at once. It might help if I do more than one thing to switch back and forth between two or something…

Warning: Family violence and angst. Yeah, I do a lotta angst but this is kind of different than my usual. No death though… Also, you might consider some of the characters OOC.

Disclaimer: See the word disclaimer? Guess what it means! I don't own the turtles or the word vamoose…although I want to own the first and not really the second but okay.

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The little mutant boy sat in the corner of the cold, dark room, crying softly as to not wake anyone. In a few more minutes he would compose himself and join his three brothers in their small room. He sadly wiped his eyes. Dragging his feet he convinced himself to walk into that room and fall asleep instead of just running away. He probably wouldn't make it anyway; why even try. Besides if he wasn't there who would take the abuse? He was probably the only one who would be able to live this lifestyle.

He had gone though two of his seven years in this stressful life. Even though he hated it he wouldn't wish it on any enemies he might have. Since he was a mutant turtle, a humanoid, and not a human he probably already had many enemies. He would stay though, just for the sake of his brothers.

As he lay in the ratty sleeping bag considered his bed he stared up at the ceiling, in one of his daydreams. He always daydreamed before falling asleep. It helped him get his mind off his pain and troubles. Though the sound of his brother's snores; some quiet, others loud, also helped.

This daydream wasn't much different than the others he usually had. He was daydreaming that his brothers walked in on one of the beatings and helped him out. They all ran away together and had a much happier, carefree life. Sometimes he dreamed that he was older and could deal with this on his own. Then his brothers wouldn't have to find out the horrible truth. They could still think as their father as a perfect godlike figure. He would be able to live without so much pain and he would still have a father. At least maybe he'd still have a father. By the time he was old enough to stand up for himself he'd probably hate Sensei's guts.

Who knew though? This all started cause he wanted his father's approval so much. Maybe when he was older and free from the beatings he'd still want Master Splinter's approval. Who knew? The future was a long ways away and a lot could happen between now and then…

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Short but just the prologue so don't worry. Next chapter will have more information and definitely be longer. But anyway…I don't have a witty way to say review so I'll just shut up now… Good-bye.