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Life took a sudden turn for the worst for Lyric Schmidt when she found herself kidnapped and experimented on at just the age of fourteen. Now with some strange new powers, she finds herself in the sewers of New York in order to stay away from others who could possibly hurt her because of what she now was. When she instead finds herself face-to-face with a small orange bandana wearing mutant turtle, the next thing she knows she is somehow living with him and his three mutant ninja turtle brothers and their sensei, a rat who was once the human Hamato Yoshi. Three years later and Master Splinter is finally allowing the turtles to go up to the surface. Lyric, not particularly fond of going up to the surface unless she has to, finds herself being forced to go up too on behalf of Master Splinter so she can keep a careful eye on the four teenagers. What she hadn't been expecting, though, when asked to babysit, was for the five of them to be gaining tons of enemies, especially alien ones who wish to take over the planet or an insane man in metal armor who goes by the name of the Shredder. What she also hadn't been expecting was for Donatello, the closest turtle to her of the four brothers, to suddenly fall for a certain girl named April O'Neil, causing a weird feeling to stir in Lyric's stomach at just the mere thought of the two of them.

I cried out as I landed on the bottom of the sewer. My foot had given out from the impact and twisted slightly to the side. I quickly grabbed my ankle. Tears started to well up in my eyes. Hesitantly I released my ankle and moved my one hand onto the wall beside me. I gagged at the slimy stuff my hand met before forcing my body up into a standing position. It took a bit, but finally I was able to get off of the ground. I just couldn't put my bad ankle fully on to the ground. I had to keep it up in the air and my hand on the wall so I could hop along.

"I hate my life," I whimpered. A second later I tripped for no reason and fell forward on to the ground. I cried out as my face smacked against the ground. A crunch came from my nose followed by blood that splattered out on to the ground, my face, and the white shirt and pants that I wore. My body started to shake whilst I got back into a sitting position. I delicately put a hand on my face and wiped at some of the blood that had decorated my face. The tears that were in my eyes were now fully running down my face, combining with the hot blood. I pressed my hands against my eyes and wildly shook my head. I had to look terrible. Luckily there was no on around to see the disaster that currently was my face. I probably looked like I came out of a gory movie or something.

"Hello?" a young male voice called out to me.

I froze completely. Who the heck could be down here? With my hands still covering my eyes, I peeked through my fingers for the voice who had spoken. Not too far away from where I sat I spotted a dark figure. He looked really small, though. I continued to stare. It couldn't possibly be a kid, could it? Now thinking about it, even the voice had sounded like it belonged to a child. But what could a kid possibly be doing down here to begin with?

"Is someone down here? I thought I heard something," the voice asked, heading a little bit in my direction.

I pressed myself up against the wall until my fingers were digging into the wall. I could feel the slimy stuff get into my fingernails. I had no idea who this kid was, if it definitely was a kid, or why he was even in the sewers to begin with, but I couldn't risk getting caught again. I needed to find some way to get back to my family without getting caught. A difficult task considering I live in Pennsylvania and am currently stuck in New York.

I sighed through my nostrils softly. Besides, the kid would probably hate me as soon as he figured out that I wasn't fully human any longer. It probably wouldn't take too long for him to figure it out.

I glanced back to where the kid was to figure out how much time I had before he discovered me…only to find him gone. I slowly moved away from the wall confused. I gave a frown. The kid was there not even half a minute ago. I wasn't thinking that long, was I? And even if I had been, wouldn't I have notice him wander back the way he had come?

I put a hand to my forehead. I was finally losing it. I bet there hadn't been a kid whatsoever. My mind just made the kid up as an illusion so I could freak myself out to the point of going insane from paranoia. That kid's voice sounded so real, though. But then again, in all seriousness, what parent would allow their child to go underground into the sewers? No sane parent, that's who.

"Whoa. That's a lot of blood there, dudette."

From fright, I jumped at least a good few feet in the air. My mother always used to make fun of how high I could jump when given a good scare. I once even jumped into my best friend's arms once when she forced me into a haunted house with her. Anyway, I spun around to find the kid from earlier kneeling next to me with a wide grin on his face. My eyes slowly widened as I took in his features. Usually I wasn't one to openly stare…but for once I couldn't really help myself. He was green with a shell on his back and a plastron where his stomach and chest was. Like a giant turtle…but he looked humanish too oddly enough. Freckles were speckled across his cheeks and he had an orange bandana or something across his eyes to cover them like a mask. Across his waist was a brown leather belt.

The grin on turtle human thing widened as he watched me. "My name's Michelangelo, but you can call me Mikey. What's your name?" he asked me. It was definitely the same figure from earlier.

I never really got the chance to tell him my name cause everything seemed to suddenly go black

When I awoke later, I found myself in a place that looked like a lab. Scratch that, it was a lab. I see the beakers. I was laying on a metal table with a couple pillows under my head to keep it elevated and another one under my bad foot. I brought up a hand to my face and realized that all the blood at been taken care of as well as my nose. My clothes were still stained, but I was all right with that since it meant that whoever fixed me up had not touched them.

Slowly, and I mean extremely slowly since I was not realizing just how much my muscles were hurting, I rose up on to my elbows and looked around the lab. Besides the beakers and test tubes, there were a couple more metal tables, a laptop, and a combination of completed, discarded, and just started inventions. My hands itched just to grab one of the non-completed inventions and fix it up. I had a knack for inventing things, as well as hacking, so whenever I saw items that could be fixed, or just inventions in general that somebody had already made, it made me super giddy and want to get my hands on the item. It took a fair bit, but I was finally able to force my eyes to continue searching the lab. I frowned in confusion when I spotted some sort of staff leaning against the far opposite wall. It definitely was no walking staff and had really no purpose in this lab. Was it possibly a weapon of sorts? Staffs can be weapons. I've played enough video games to know that.

"Usually we try to keep to ourselves, but if it wasn't for the fact that Mikey found you the way you were, injured and whatnot, we probably would have left you where you were. That way when you woke you, everything would have felt like a bad dream and you would have gone back to your own business."

My eyes widened.

Another turtle human thing appeared beside me. He was a bit taller than the last one I met with a purple mask over his eyes instead of orange and no freckles anywhere on his face. Instead he had a gap between his front teeth. He was much taller than the other one and pretty lanky for a kid. He also had a belt like the other one, but also a sash or something across his plastron and over his shell.

I slowly returned my gaze to the turtle's eyes. He smiled slightly at me, in almost a hesitating sort of way. I could just tell that he had no idea what to make of me. I'd probably be feeling the same if I was in his shoes. I was an intruder in their home. Just like I had no clue what to make of them, they had no clue what to make of me along with the fact that I was now in their sanctuary.

"You're all right, though," the turtle continued. "I cleaned up the blood on your face and then had to put your nose back in to position. It was crooked pretty badly so it might be bruised for a while. Your ankle isn't too bad either. Just a small sprain and swelling. If you stay off of it for a bit you should be all right."

I nodded in thanks but otherwise said nothing. There was no way any of this was really real. I had to be dreaming. Every single bit of this freaking nightmare. From the kidnapping all the way to finding myself in the sewers in the home of two mutant turtles.

The turtle seemed to think for a moment on what to say before finally opening his mouth. "I'm Donatello," he told me as he moved closer to where I lay.

My eyes grew even wider. I didn't mean to, but the next thing I knew I was in pain and on the floor. I groaned and finally closed my eyes. What was I supposed to clench first? Everything was hurting. Ugh. In the end, I just grabbed my head and curled up into a ball.

"Oh my goodness!" I cracked open an eye to watch as the turtle moved around the table so he could help me up. "Are you all right?!"

I jumped away from the turtle before he could even touch me. My back slammed against the table that I had been laying on. He stared back at me silently, but I could tell he was trying not to look hurt at the fact I moved away. I instantly looked away, unsure as to why I felt sorry for my actions.

"Take your time. I'll be in the other room," Donatello murmured. With a quick nod, he hurriedly walked out of the lab.

I stayed where I was on the floor, closing my eyes tightly and already regretting my action for the turtle who had patched me up pretty darn good. But then again. That word. Turtle. A freaking turtle had patched me up. I must be losing my mind. I have to be. Mutant turtles?! There's no such thing! I sighed and banged my head against the table, causing a loud bang to echo around me and for a throbbing pain to enter my head. What was I saying? I shouldn't exist either…yet whatever that green stuff was that got put into my system says otherwise. Here I was afraid of not being accepted and of people being afraid of me…and I was doing the one thing I didn't want to these two nice turtles. Michelangelo and Donatello.

I pressed my palms against my eyes. "I wish none of this ever happened. I just want to go home to Pennsylvania where I have mountains and grass, back to my family who loves me, back to my best friend Tiffany who also loves me and would do anything to keep my safe, and back to talking with my Skype partner-" My head snapped up and I pulled away my hands. "Oh my god." My breathing became fast and rapid as I crawled towards the direction of where the turtle had gone. I pushed open the door as best I could until there was enough room for me to squeeze right on through.

On the other side was what would be considered a living room. The first thing I saw was a couch with a TV right in front of it. And in front of the TV sat a turtle. He looked too big to be the first turtle I met so it must've been Donatello. I quickly made my way over towards him. He didn't seem to notice me, though, because his eyes were glued to the show. Whatever the show was, it sounded like something I would never be able to watch. It just sounded too corny.

Once I was close enough to see that the turtle's mask was blue instead of purple, the turtle himself turned to look at me. We both blinked together in unison. There was three of them?!

"Uh, can I help you?" he asked me uncertainly.

"You're not Donnie," I told him, moving slowly back.

He shook his head. "My name's Leo."

I continued to move back until I was at the point where my back was against the couch. "Sorry…wrong, uh, turtle."

"Miss, you should probably lay down," Leo told me, slowly standing to his feet. "You need to calm down."

"Leo!" Donnie came into view followed by Mikey (the turtle from earlier), another turtle who was as short as Mikey but with a red mask, and a giant rat who was dressed in robes. The rat even had a beard and staff. He stared at me, though, with an unreadable expression. "Good, you found her." I ripped my attention from the rat and to Donatello.

Leo gestured towards me. "She was looking for you."

He glanced at me to see if I actually was. I swallowed and then nodded my head a second later. He suddenly got all concerned and came up next to me. I didn't flinch away this time when he looked over my face and then my foot. Donnie pulled back confused. "Is something wrong?"

I gave a small awkward one sided smile. "It's me, Donnie,…Lyric Schmidt."

The turtle froze as his mouth hung open.

"Got a secret girlfriend you forgot to tell us about, Donnie?" the turtle with the red mask snickered.

Mikey laughed along with the other one. "Donnie's got a girlfriend!" he sang.

The rat glared down at the two turtles. "That is enough, Raphael, Michelangelo." His gaze then moved on to Donnie. His eyes narrowed just a bit as he gripped his green staff. "Though I am very intrigued, Donatello, as to how the two of you could possibly know one another when you have never gone above ground."

I bit my lip and glanced awkwardly to the side, unsure as to how to begin. Donnie on the other hand continued to stare at me, his mouth hanging wide open.

First chapter, baby! For those interested, sounding good? TMNT has been on my mind ever since I watched the movie in August and then got into the newer series (eventually will be watching the other two animated series as well in due time). Enjoy and comment!

And now here's an explanation for my plan for writing this new year.

All right...so...I'm so sorry for being lazy on updates. It hurts me not to update, but I have a personal life too so it was a bit hard. Currently trying to save up money to go to grooming school (currently just got a call for an interview at Petco to be a Pet Stylist assistant and money is money so hoping things go well). Anywho, one of my New Years Resolutions was to try to write more. So here's the plan I've got. Each month I'm going to focus on a particular story. By the next month, I move on to the next story (but only if I finished the episode of the last story (this will probably change in the future when I write things that aren't by episodes)). Now, for this month (don't be too mad) but I started a new fan fiction up only because I needed to write something to help me get back into the groove of writing. Since I have recently become really obsessed with TMNT (profile picture, guys, was probablely a big hint, lol) I have gone that fan fiction route. Not interested, don't read. But then next month will be the continuing of one of my other stories. So, how it's gonna go down. I will post that story literally once I finish this and get the new story information done and over with. Might update it twice depending on how short the first chapter looks. But then will update once next week and so on and so forth. By the time I run out of TMNT chapters, it should hopefully be halfway through February, maybe beginning of March, and will then start posting the beginning of the story of February which I will hopefully have a good few chapters already of that to get started on (once again, not sure which story yet). My goal is to always have a few chapters that will need uploading so I don't fall behind again. If things work out and I can get really ahead with my writing, I will start updating twice a week and maybe three times a week.