Leo, Raph, Mikey and Donnie were captured by the Kraang during one of their patrols and separated. An experiment goes wrong and blows up half the Kraang's lair, allowing all four Turtles to escape. But with a price. They've escaped seperatley and with no memory of who they are or anyone around them. Can Splinter find his lost son's and help return their memory? Will the Turtles find each other or are they doomed to be apart? Takes Place About Half-Way Through Season Two.

LOST LIFE...

Chapter One:

Mysterious Colors

You are not lost as long as you know who you are.

Orange

I was strapped down to a hard, cold stone table. My wrists and ankles were held down by thick leather straps, my arms at my sides.

My breathing was coming out in short gasps. I was terrified. My forearms arms were facing upwards, revealing the angry red marks where they had injected something into my system.

The door opened and they entered, face's expressionless as always. The hovered over me and if they could have I knew they would have smiled- if it would be mocking, sympathetic, or just dead evil, I wasn't sure.

They pulled out a syringe and put the point against my forearm, injecting me with the drugs. Immediately, my head began to ache and spin.

I wanted to go home. I wanted my big brothers.

Hold on... did I even have big brothers? Did I even have a home?

My vision was all blurry. I think this is what it's like to be drunk.

"Is the injection that is to consume the mind of the one's known as the Turtles in the process of consuming the mind of this turtle?" one asked.

"Yes, injection is in process of doing what it is Krang has said."

I looked over to my right- well, I think it was my right- and see a big screen. It showed a pink brain- I think it was supposed to be my brain- but it was slowly turning red.

I had to get out of here- get out of where?- I had to find the others- what others?- I had to-

Wait... who am I?

His eye's snapped open and he sat straight up, clutching his hand to his chest. He looked around. He was in the abandoned apartment building- the place he'd called home for six months.

He sighed, slumping against the dirty mattress. It was the same dream again. Always the same dream. He didn't understand it. And he wasn't sure he wanted to.

He sat up and stretched his hands over his head, popping his back. He reached over and took the orange bandanna off the nightstand. The only things that he'd had with him from the start was the orange mask, the pads and wrappings on his body and his nunchuaku.

He tied the bandanna around his head and tucked his nunchaku in his belt. Grabbing his skateboard, he made his way out of the abandoned building and into the night air.

He needed to cool off. Like every night, he would go out and skate. He'd found that he had a passion for skateboarding and the Marchiel Arts. Sometimes he would attack a group called the Purple Dragons when they were mugging people or something. He lived on the West side of the city, so things like the Purple Dragons were normal.

He strapped his skateboard onto his shell, breathing in the night time air. With a small smile, he began running and jumping from rooftop to rooftop, feeling the adrenaline pumping through his vains, the wind in his face.

And then he heard the screaming.

He skidded to a stop and instinctively grabbed his nunchaku, looking around, baby blue eye's narrowed.

"Help! Somebody help me!"

He ran to the edge of the building and looked down into the alleyway bellow. Three Purple Dragons were mugging a guy, snickering and smirking.

He rolled his shoulders, a small smile on his features. Time to kick some butt.

He jumped and expertly landed behind the three Purple Dragons, who froze. Very slowly, they turned around. He punched the middle guy in the face.

The Purple Dragon screamed, clutching his bleeding nose. The other two moved in to attack, but he easily jumped over them and head-kicked them in midair, sending them to the ground.

The three Purple Dragons scrambled to their feet and made a run for it.

"W-Who are you?" the guy asked. He had a burst lip and a few bruises but otherwise was unhurt.

He looked at him for a moment. He was half-hidden in the shadows, so only his mask could be made out clearly.

He didn't answer, just stared. How was he supposed to respond? Sirens began to sound in the distance, and he climbed back up onto the rooftop's, as the flashing of red and blue lights came closer to the alleyway.

Your probably wondering why he couldn't respond to the man's question. It's because he didn't know the answer.

Purple

He was once again strapped down onto the hard table, the expressionless alien-things that could't talk properly hovering over him.

He struggled against the leather straps, but he knew it was no use.

One of them came up to him, holding a syringe. I began to panic. No, not again. Not again! The alien pressed the needle's point to my neck, ready to inject me with what ever drug or chemical it was. And I snapped my head forward and bit it's hand.

I don't think I hurt it- no, not at all. But I shocked it.

It dropped the syringe and took a surprised step backwards- right into another robot-alien. They tumbled to the ground and slammed right into the computer. Brain-things came out of their chests and scurried away, squealing.

The computer sparked- and everything was on fire.

The robot-aliens were retreating. The fire was on the table and was creeping towards my strapped down wrist. The flames licked at my green flesh, burning the skin black. I screamed- and the leather snapped.

Hurriedly, I unstrapped my other arm an legs, ignoring the pain in my burnt hand. Everything was a blur- I had to get out of here. I had to find- find someone. Or someone's. But... who?

I made a dash for it, the fire spreading. And the lab exploded.

He opened his eyes, his breathing caught in his throat. He swallowed and sat up, looking around. He was in the abandoned park, sitting in his regular tree branch, a bo staff in his hand and a purple bandanna hanging on a twig next to him.

Sighing, he sat up and tied the purple bandanna around his head. The stars were up, the moon beaming down at him. He took a deep breath, smelling the scent of damp grass after a light rain.

He jumped down from his tree branch, looking around the abandoned park, not really seeing it. It had been the same dream again. It kept nagging him at the back of his mind. It was strange- could it possibly be some sort of memory?

He shook his head. Even if it was a memory, how was he supposed to find out what it meant? He didn't know anyone...

Giving another sigh, he began making his way out of the abandoned park. He didn't do a lot of fighting, probably because there wasn't that much trouble on the East side of New York. Heck, he wasn't really sure if there was that much trouble in the West, South and North.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he jumped up onto a building and began running. He needed to find some food- maybe he could snatch an apple or two. He didn't steal much- never money or anything, just food. And even then it was cheap food and he left money when ever he could.

He skidded to a halt, watching a group of men pushing around a women. She was crying, begging them to leave her alone. It wasn't until the first guy began to unbuckle his pants did he realize what they were doing.

Growling low in his throat, he jumped down from the building, spinning his bo staff above his head as if he were a helicopter.

The guys looked up in surprise and he landed smack-damn on the first one's face, knocking him to the ground. He spun around and hit another guy with his staff. He jumped, doing a back flip to avoid getting punched and landed beside the guy, kicking him in the shins.

The guys began to retreat.

He looked back at the women, who was still crying. She squinted at him and he noticed a pair of broken glasses at his feet. She couldn't make her savior out.

He kicked the glasses towards her and she put them on. But when she looked up, he was gone and red and blue lights were flashing in the distance.

He smiled down at the women from the rooftop and continued his run. Best the women not know who he was. Heck, he didn't know who he was.

Red

I couldn't breath.

The smoke filled my lungs and caused me to cough, my vision swimming. My cell door had opened when the fire started and I'd made a dash for it. Now I was running down the halls, my muscles burning.

I had to get out of here- wait, what about the others? Were there others? How did I know this? No- there couldn't be others. It was only me- it had only ever been just me.

I made a sharp turn around the corner- only to see those robotic alien things. They immediately spotted me and began firing their guns.

I ducked and dodged, before running right at one of the alien robots and slamming right into it. I grabbed it's gun and began firing. Soon, the pink brain things were scattering.

I noticed a chest. It was already open and it looked like some things had been taken out. All that was left were two masks- one red, one blue- two sai and two katana's. Weird. I recognized them. I don't know from where, but I do.

Without a second thought, I grabbed the red mask and twin sai's, along with some wrappings and pads that I just knew belonged to me.

Once I was geared up, I began making my way down the hall again. It was getting hotter, the smoke getting darker.

I ducked down and began crawling along the floor, so I could breath. Panic was squeezing my chest, but I kept going.

I had to keep going.

He groaned, sitting up. It was the same dream again. Shaking his head, he grabbed his red bandanna and tied it on. He was in the the abandoned warehouse, the place he'd called home for the last six months. He grabbed his sai and stuffed them in his belt. He needed to go out.

He climbed up onto the roof expertly and began jumping, running along with ease. He felt the night time wind bite at his face and he closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.

Then he skidded to a stop and looked over the edge of the roof, frowning. A bunch of those robotic aliens- which he'd found out were called the Kraang- were stealing from a lab. He grinned. In the North, it was almost common for these things to appear. Well, at least he thought it was just in the North. He wasn't so sure out the South, West and East.

He grabbed his sai, twirling them in his hands. Still grinning, he jumped down from the roof, gaining the robotic alien's attentions.

"It is the one who is the one that escaped from Krang in the time of six months previous." one said.

He rolled his eyes. God, these guys could not talk properly!

He jumped into battle, slicing a Kraang apart in seconds. They raised their guns and he ducked and dodged, easily disarming them. He stuck his sai in one's head and sliced on in the chest.

Soon, the Kraang brains were running away, squealing.

"That's more like it." he muttered, satisfied. He walked over to the metal case that they had tried to steal and opened it.

Inside was four syringe's, all filled with yellow liquid.

He frowned, before heaving up the case and he began walking back to the warehouse. He wasn't sure what it was, but he wasn't going to let the Kraang have it. They'd done something to him, he wasn't entierly sure what exactly.

Maybe it was because of them that he couldn't remember his own name.

Blue

I was running as fast as I could, clutching the twin katana's in my sweaty hands.

There were others- I knew there were others. I didn't know who they were or how they got here but I just knew they were here and that they meant something to me- I'd know it as soon as I see them. I just knew it.

That's why I hadn't gone straight for the exit. I'd had a clear way, an easy escape, but I couldn't leave the others behind. I just couldn't. I didn't even know who they were but I couldn't leave them.

I jumped over a bunch of 'dead' robots and dashed into a hallway lined with cells. They had been here. I knew. But now it was empty. The cells were all open. Had they gotten out? Or was I to late?

Swallowing, I took a deep breath and began running to the exit, accidentally knocking over a can of oil. Wait... oh, shell.

I jumped over a fallen cart and began running faster. My legs ached and groaned, my lungs begged for air instead of the smoke I was now breathing. I began coughing, but I kept running.

I couldn't see anything. I nearly tripped more than once. I could hear the oil slowly inching towards the hissing flames.

I jumped out the door, landing on my plastron, and covered my head with my hands. It did little to keep out the deafening BOOM!

He blinked open his eyes and saw the night sky, the stars twinkling happily above him. He stretched and sat up, grabbing his blue bandanna and tying it around his face.

He stood, looking up at the massive hole in the abandoned factory's ceiling. On the South of New York, things were really down hill.

Sighing, he climbed out of the massive hole and breathed in the night air. He took a moment to just listen to the distant sounds of honking cars and laughing people.

Smiling, he began running across the rooftops, jumping and flipping with perfect ease. Eventually, he stopped to head back home, when someone spoke.

"Well, well, well. So your still alive then?"

He turned to face a young girl wearing grey armor and had black and red face paint on. Behind her came a bunch of ninja's wearing black. They looked a little robotic.

"We all thought you were dead." the girl said.

He raised an eyeridge, staring at the strange girl. He'd seen her somewhere before. He just didn't know where. "Do I know you?"

The girl laughed, "Very funny."

He just stared at her. After a moment, her grin faded.

"Your not joking?"

He shook his head. Why would he be joking?

The girl was just staring at him now. She seemed shocked. Then she blinked and grinned. "I'm Karai. Let's see how well you do against my Foot Bots."

Immediately, the Foot Bots began attacking.

Caught off guard, he barely dodged getting his head cut off, before flipping out of another's way and slicing it to pieces.

Another advanced on him, but he was ready. He stabbed it in the chest, sparks flying. He cut off the legs of another and threw three off the edge of the building.

When more began to come, he growled, kicked two in the head and made a dash for it. The Foot Bots followed, but he was too swift and too fast. He lost them in minutes.

"What. Is. Wrong. With. Her?" he panted, shaking his head in astonishment. What had she said her name was again? Karai? Huh... where had he heard that name before? Had he met her before?

Does she know who he is?

April sighed, sitting down on the couch next to Casey. Splinter was in his room again.

The Turtles had been missing for half a year now. They'd given up all hope of finding them. The lair was quiet. Too quiet. It was cold and lonely without Donnie blowing up his lab, without Leo watching his Space Hero's or training, without Raph giving out comments and fighting, without Mikey pulling pranks and singing in the kitchen while he made dinner. And April, Casey and Splinter hated every second of it.

April sighed and switched on the TV, Casey glancing up from where he was polishing his hokey stick.

"Last night, four witnesses claim to have seen something peculiar." the news lady said, "Let's go to our first witness, Joe Popper."

A man, in his late 30's or early 40's, appeared on screen.

"Tell us what happened, Joe."

"Well," Joe began, "my wife had been making dinner when she had run out of oil. So, I'd gone to the store around the corner. On my way back, I was pushed to the ground and beaten by three Purple Dragons. I thought I was done for when a mysterious figure on a skateboard with nunchaku jumped down from the building above. He beat up the Purple Dragons and they went running. I couldn't make out his face, only an orange mask."

April gasped. No. It wasn't possible... skateboard, nunchaku, orange mask... no. It was obviously someone else. They were dead. Gone forever.

"I'd asked what his name was, but he didn't awns er and ran away."

"Thank you, Joe." the lady said, "Now, moving onto our second witness, Lisa McLaggen."

A young women, probably in her early 20's, replaced Joe on screen.

"Tell us what happened, Lisa."

"I was walking to my friends house to return her camera, which she had left at my house." Lisa said, "When a group of drunk men walked up to me and tried to rape me." here, Lisa gave a small shudder. "And they would have too, if not for the purple-masked man."

Casey looked at the TV, frowning.

"He jumped down from above with a staff and beat the drunks. I had lost my glasses so I couldn't see him clearly, but I was able to make out a purple mask. By the time I'd put them back on, he was gone."

"Thank you, Miss Lisa." said the reporter, "Now, moving onto our third witness, Jack Kumming, who was able to catch a video."

The screen showed a video of a bunch of men (who were really Kraang) robbing the lab. A figure appeared on the street. You couldn't see him clearly, but you could make out his red mask and twin sai's.

Casey dropped his hokey stick.

The video showed the red-masked taking down the Kraang and looking to see what they had tried to steal and then him taking it.

"And now for our fourth witness," the lady said, "Peter Uman, who also shot a video."

The video came on to show someone fighting Foot Bots. Like all the others, you couldn't make him out clearly. But you could see his blue mask and twin katana's.

Something hit the ground behind them.

April jumped and turned around to see Splinter, his walking stick forgotten on the ground, staring at the TV with misty eyes.

The lady came back. "Do they mean harm? Are they working together? Who are these four Mysterious Colours?"

April switched off the TV and she and Casey turned to look at the stunned Master Splinter.

Splinter swallowed. "We need to find out where all this happened."

"On it." Casey said, jumping up and going to get Donnie's laptop.

"Master Splinter," April said, "Do you really think... ?"

Splinter swallowed again, his eyes swelling with tears. "I hope so, April. I hope so."

Hey, this is my first try at a TMNT story. Should I continue? Please review and if you want to flame, please don't do it as a Guest. That's just plain cowardliness. That is unless you just don't have an account.