A/N: Hello everyone! It's been quite some time, hasn't it? I'd make a joke about it feeling like I haven't written in years, but it'd end up being a literal joke since it has been years since this was last continued. I bet you never thought you'd never see me again did you? Or you're probably just wondering who the heck I am, either way, you'll know soon enough! That came out harsher than intended didn't it? I apologize for that, anyway, if you haven't somehow miraculously stumbled upon this story before, you'll probably need a proper introduction for it, so, let us get started!
Yes, there will be one original character taking place within this story. Yes, the story line will be tailored slightly to help support this character. Yes, there may be some blood and gore within the story. No, there will not be any sexually related acts taking place. Yes, this is the 2012 version based off of the TV show. And as for the timeline? It'll be a bit hard to pin point since this WAS based off the episode showdown, but now with all the new episodes, I have a lot more to work with. I believe that I can tailor everything to work out with the most recent episode Owari, but it will take some time to rewrite. As for the expected time frame of completion for this story, I'm not fully sure how many chapters there will be since I was looking to make this an ongoing series. But hopefully it'll be a nice long journey that doesn't overstay it's welcome!
As for the normal Disclaimer: jumbo, we all know that I don't own the turtles, but if I did it would be a dream come true! I do own the story and the original character however! As for the amazing cover picture, it's all due to my friend Ash, so be sure to give her a round of applause!
Now as for the story, every journey has to start somewhere, and this is where our journey begins! But not only for us, but for the turtles as well! So I'd suggest kicking back, grabbing a slice of pizza, and taking a load off, because this is going to be a long one. Aside from all that however, I have nothing much else to say, aside from please enjoy the first chapter, and to please leave a review! Things start off a little rocky, and may even contain a bit of blood, but I wouldn't start giving out rated M for mature ratings just yet. Oh, who am I kidding? I'd proceed with a bit of caution if I were you!
Anyway, it's time I finally stopped rambling. Let us get on with it already!
It was dark, just like it always had been. Dark. A cell couldn't get very bright when you were enclosed off by four walls without any windows, but this darkness was different. It was nothing, there was just nothing. There was no door, no walls, not even a floor to stand on. There was just nothing but empty black space. And she hated every waking moment of it.
The creature hated it, she hated being alone, she hated the darkness, she despised it, she despised all of it. But why was there now nothing at all? Was she finally dead? Was this hell? Was this her hell? If it was, it was the worst form of torture they could have possibly inflicted on her. The silence was driving the creature mad, but even she couldn't bring herself to make a sound, she was alone, she was isolated, she was terrified. No one could hear her anyway.
The creature was so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn't even recognized that she was utterly and completely numb up until now, maybe she really was dead after all. Then again, she hadn't moved from her sitting position in god knows how long. She was afraid, afraid to move. Afraid that if she walked too far she'd end up falling into the abyss, end up falling forever into nothingness.
Not to mention the poor creature was also bored out of her mind, but that didn't seem to matter much compared to her current situation. What could the creature possibly do? She was stuck, trapped, captured, she was a prisoner.
She remembered every moment of it too, the abuse, the pain, the torture. It had been for so long that the creature became practically immune to the pain, but it that didn't stop it from hurting on the inside. She also remembered her captors. Were they aliens? Robots? Maybe both? Well, whatever they were, it didn't stop them from being monsters.
The one thing the poor creature couldn't remember however was her family, not without the photo anyway.
It had been so long since she last saw them, and they were all so very little at the time, just like her. They were just tiny tots when the photo was taken, but now she couldn't even remember their faces due to aging. They probably looked different now, but that photo was her life line in remembering. Without it, she only saw four faint colors, blue, red, purple, and orange.
But now the photo of them was gone, lost in the dark abyss of her imprisonment forever. She always kept it safely tucked in her shell, where could it have possibly gone off to? It was all she had left of them, she needed it to live, she needed them.
But years passed and they never came, no one ever came. And it had been ten long years, ten years of loneliness, ten years of suffering, ten years of agony. But no one ever came for her.
Did they even remember her? Were they even alive? Why was she even alive? If she still was anyway, because it certainly didn't seem like it now.
And even after death, she was still being tortured. Why couldn't it just all end? She could have easily ended it, maybe that's what she did. Maybe that's why she was still suffering, maybe that's why she deserved all of this, maybe that's why she had a major headache, maybe that's wh- Wait, what? Headache?
That's right, she had a headache. She was feeling pain, not to mention the creatures head was now pounding into oblivion, and god did she miss not being able to feel anything.
Cut off her arm, sock her in the jaw, rip her apart, she didn't care. But out of everything you had to give her a bloody headache? Not even god knew how bad her headaches were.
Seeing that the throbbing in her head wasn't going to end anytime soon, the creature held two three fingered hands to her forehead, trying to now massage the pain away which only seemed to make it worsen. But it wasn't just in her head now, it was all over. It was as if someone had repeatedly slammed her entire body into a brick wall, her head receiving the entirety of the blows. Creating immense white hot pain that would have anyone doubled over in a second, and in this case, it was starting to have the same effect on the creature.
The creature was hunched over, grabbing at her head as she begged for the pain to go away. It felt like her skull was now being ripped open, but no sound ever seemed to come out of her mouth. Only tears slid down her face as she dug her nails into her own skin."Make it go away!" The creature silently sobbed inside of her mind, begging whatever force that held her to do something, to do anything to help her.
After several moments of no success, an ear chilling scream managed to erupt from the creature when the pain became completely unbearable. But not before a sickening rip was heard, it was as if someone had silently stitched her mouth shut without her knowing it. Only adding onto all of the agonizing pain as the taste and smell of crimson flooded her senses.
There was so much blood now, it stained the endless abyss red and pooled out from the creature like a river, she couldn't breathe past the overflow of blood. No, it wouldn't stop. The pain wouldn't stop, the blood wouldn't stop, the torture wouldn't stop, shell, even her own screaming wouldn't stop. Why wouldn't any of it stop?
The blood wasn't the only thing red anymore, but it was impossible for the creature to tell as her vision blurred due to the lack of oxygen she desperately needed. And then just like that, the last thing the creature ever saw was the darkness as she slipped into a river of blood and faded away into nothingness.
"MIKEY!" A rage filled scream cried out from underneath the streets of Manhattan as chaos plagued a hidden lair, and then it was from that moment everyone knew Michelangelo Hamato was now an official goner.
And they were proven right, because it didn't take very long for a pissed off Raphael to come storming into the heart and center of their home. And if looks could kill, everyone would have been long dead by now.
Casey couldn't conceal his laughter as he was the first one to notice the hilariously sad appearance of his hot headed friend, grinning madly, he decided to risk it. "Hey Raph, pfft did you get a new look? I'm really digging it."
Raph bared his teeth as he made his way over to to the jock, showing clear as day that he wasn't in the mood to play around. "Shut it Jones, I'll deal with you later. Now, where the shell is Mikey so I can beat him into submission?!"
Donatello was next to pick up on the current "situation" presented to them, and though he was able to conceal his laughter much better than what their black haired friend could do, it didn't stop him from doubling over on the inside. "You'll never find him Raph, even we couldn't find him. And we searched the entire lair!"
It was Donnie's turn to be the one focused on now as Raph got a little way to close for his own comfort. "Are you saying that you all KNEW about this?!" He screamed angrily, ready to pound just about anything or anyone that was in his way.
Donnie backed away nervously with his hands in a defensive position, just as Leo decided to take over for him. "Oh we knew Raph, we warned him it was a bad idea but you know how Mikey is." Bad idea or not, it was bloody hilarious. And the fearless leader couldn't help but grin at his younger brother before him.
Raph was now scrunched up, the steam rising off his head which made him look like a pouting five year old in his current "get up" but before he had time to say anything, laughter echoed throughout the room, one that they were all to familiar with.
Mikey couldn't take it anymore, this was to good, even for him. He couldn't help but burst out laughing at his red clad brother who was wearing a pink tutu, which was a bad idea considering where his hiding spot was. Not even moments later Mikey came crashing down from above, landing directly on top of his already outraged brother with a loud thud.
Mikey groaned as he rubbed his head, momentarily forgetting Raphael was still underneath him as he was pushed off. "You're so dead Mikey ya hear me?! You should have been glad splinter was around to save your shell when you had the chance! Well not anymore little brother!" The beat down could finally begin now that Mikey was out of hiding, leaving the other two brothers debating that if they should save their youngest from their brothers wrath.
Mikey was already in a headlock before anything could have been done for the poor turtle, and nothing was going to save him this time from his fate, not even saying that Raph was the greatest, although he was, Mikey had been avoiding his poundings way to much lately, and this did it for him.
"RAPH! LET ME GO!" The youngest wailed, no match for his older brother as he was pulled into the air, kicking furiously at nothing while he was still trapped in the deadly headlock. "You're going ta wish you had never been mutated Mikey!"
The orange clad turtle was losing oxygen now, and he could barely even do anything except for going limp in his brothers arms. "R-raph." Mikey barely wheezed out, receiving concerned glances from Donnie and Leo who could tell Raphael was going overboard. "Alright Raph, I think that's enough." Leo reasoned, slowly making his way over to the scene.
"No way! Did you see what he did ta me Leo?! He glued a tutu to my belt, permanently! The shell for brains deserves what's coming to him!" Mikey was barely hanging onto conscious now, and he couldn't help but leg out a gag as Raph tightened the headlock even further.
"I-I'm sorry Raph.." Mikey muttered, unsure if he made himself audible or not as the world began to slip away. But as quickly as the darkness came, it vanished, the tight pressure now lifting from his throat.
Raph only stared at Mikey as he let him go, his eyes wide as he watched his little brother gasp for breath on the ground in front of him. "I'm sorry." Mikey repeated, louder this time around now that he wasn't being choked by his own brother.
"M-mikey.." Raph whispered, it was now his turn to be the one sorry. "Mikey I didn't mean ta." Mikey weakly looked up, giving one of his famous grins and a thumbs up to show that he was okay. "I know you didn't Raphie."
Normally Raphael would have been ticked off at being called the childish nickname, but this time around he didn't mind it all that much. Even if it did make his ego seem like a complete wuss in front of everyone."I'm really sorry Mikey." Raph whispered, although it was more to himself than to his youngest. He hated apologizing, and he half hoped that his baby brother didn't hear him at all. But he couldn't deny how awful he felt this time around.
Sure, the two always messed with each other from time to time, but never once had he come close to bringing his brother to the near brink of unconsciousness by his own hand. Even if it wasn't intentional, he really almost did it that time.
Debating what to do next, Raph awkwardly kneeled down to his little brother and placed a hand on top of his shell, letting his actions take over for his words.
This action seemed to not only catch the littlest by surprise, but everyone else as well as they stared in awe and confusion at the display before them. Confused for what made Raphael turn so quickly from wanting to murder his sibling, to being concerned from him, and in awe from the fact that Raphael rarely showed affection like this to any of them, and dare they say apologize? But in front of them all? Were they dreaming? Insane? Or did Raph just care about his little brother more than they came to give him recognition for?
"Alright, I gotta get out of here before I'm sick." Casey retorted, making his way to the turnstiles and pushing past them. "Way to ruin the moment Casey!" Donnie called out to the leaving human, a hundred percent certain that he did nothing wrong to receive a tongue being stuck out at him.
"So uh, Mikey you hungry?" Raph asked as he finally helped his brother up onto to his feet, hoping to change subjects and to never bring up this moment again, as he was now certain that everyone else heard his small apology from before.
Instantly that got a smile beaming from the youngster, what kind of question was that? He was always hungry! "Like a turtle do!" Mikey declared happily, already pulling out his T phone to place a pizza order. It was half past dinner after all, they were all starving!
"So, who picks it up this time?" Leo calmly asked as he made his way to the center of the lair and began searching for a TV remote. "I sure as shell ain't getting it." Raph declared, almost instantly replying as he pulled out a comic book and everyone returned to their normal routines. Raph however had forgotten that he was still wearing the tutu from before, and he was going to end up regretting it later.
"I wouldn't mind getting it, but I actually have something that I'm supposed to be watching in the lab right now." Donnie pointed a thumb towards the metal doors, before vanishing behind them shortly after. That only left one turtle.
"Why am I always the one who has to pick the pizza up?!" Mikey cried out, knowing that Leo would have already suggested it if he planned on doing it himself.
Leo didn't reply, he was to busy being absorbed into the TV that was now turned on, space heroes, of course it was space heroes.
Raph only glanced at Mikey from behind his comic book before returning to it. "Money is on the kitchen counter." He stated gruffly, Mikey hung his head in defeat, knowing that he wouldn't win a battle that his brothers weren't even fighting.
Mikey was now grumbling to himself as he retrieved the money from the kitchen counter, and he might have even been grumbling more than his own stomach was, and that was saying something!
But Mikey also couldn't help but stop short when he walked back out and noticed Raph still in his outfit from earlier, snickering, he debated if he should say anything, he could always save it for patrol later on tonight. But Mikey wasn't that evil, in fact, he wasn't evil at all. "Hey Raph, you might wanna change outta that. I know looking beautiful is important and all to you but I don't think it'll help much during a fight." Mikey grinned, most of the time he wasn't evil anyway.
"Mikey!" Was the last thing he heard as he laughed and jumped over the turnstiles, racing to their usual spot for pizza pick up. Pizza, a successful prank, and an apology from his hot headed brother? Today was definitely going to be a good day.
A/N: And that concludes chapter one! Can you guys believe it? This is actually happening! Hopefully you all enjoyed! I tried to make it as long as possible without dragging it on, so please tell me what you thought of it! Feedback always helps me improve and write more, but I'd also really do with a beta reader or two. So, if you see any grammar mistakes, or just any mistakes at all, just let me know and I'll fix them quicker than you can say pizza! With that all said, I'll see you all in the next chapter! Oh, and by the way. Things should start heating up real soon! After all, cliff hangers are made for a reason! But that will have to wait until next time. So with that once again said, ~Stay purrfect!