Hey this is a new story I couldn't wait to write. This story is based on the book/movie/musical The Count Of Monte Cristo. Where there is a man named Edmund Dantes who has everything he could ever want, even the girl of his dreams. But when his friends turn against him he loses everything. So this will be a TMNT version, including some songs that were in the musical.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights of Tmnt.

Chapter 1- A Story Told

It had been one week since April had chosen Donatello over Casey Jones, and the new couple couldn't be any happier. They would spend time together in Donnie's lab, whenever they were alone, and occasionally on rooftops alone. To say that they were happy was an understatement. Even Donatello's brothers were happy for them. Splinter, on the day they got together, gave a small blessing. Not even the foot clan was attacking so they could hang a lot out on the surface. There was just one complication.

Casey Jones

To say the teen was even a bit happy about this new relationship was an overstatement. Jones was so confident. He knew he would get the red head. But when she chose Donnie this made the hockey player fill with envy and hate. He heard the story of Master Splinter and Shredder fighting over a girl but he didn't care. He just wanted to figure out a way so he could have April O'neil. No matter the cost. Even if it meant getting rid of Donatello.

(Casey's P.O.V)

I just had to figure out a way to get rid of Donnie. If he was gone I could have April all to myself. Yes, but how? Then I suddenly had an idea. 'Shredder, if I could make the right kinda deal with him then maybe just maybe he could help me get rid of Donnie.' I could not get this idea out of my head. It just sounded perfect. He could even help me perfect it. I'll go to his place tonight. I don't care if I get injured, just as long as he hears me out on my 'special offer'.

This was it I was close to Shredder's. I told the others I was gonna hang at my place. It's so easy to trick them. And man I'm gonna have to trick them big time when I put this plan into motion. I walked up to the door, and immediately the foot recognized me and put their weapons to my throat. I wasn't surprised, I knew they would do this.
"What are you doing here?" One asked. I looked straight at the soldier. "I've come to make a deal with the Shredder, regarding one of the turtles." They seemed convinced and led me to what looked like Shredder's throne room. It was dark and it was filled with his mutant henchmen. They all gave me threatening looks, I didn't mind. Finally I was walked to Shredder's throne, where I saw him himself. He was staring at me with question.
"What brings you here?" I looked directly at him, not showing any fear towards him. "I've come to make a deal." He let me continue. "The turtle known as Donatello, he has made me very angry, stealing the girl I loved. I need your help to get rid of him." He looked at me, a bit surprised and then smiled. He got up and walked up to me. "What's in it for me?" "Having one of the turtles at your disposal." I replied. He signaled the guards to leave along with the mutants so we were alone. "Alright, Mr. Jones convince me of this plan that you have." This was it, I only had one shot.

(This is a duet between Casey and Shredder. Casey's lines will be slanted and Shredder's will be normal print, when they both sing it will be bold.)

We may not be friends but our interests are the same. So let's collaborate and trust in fate to parcel out the blame. There are ends we've both got that can justify the means. So let's negotiate
And fabricate the facts behind the scenes
Keeping all the details vague and secrets hidden
Safe from the balance sheet of those you trust, because history is the story told by the winners of the fight.
You supply a little, lie a little, testify and try a little ninja. Who's gonna question what goes on in the middle of the night? Not a tinker
Not a tailor
Not his family or April.
Or a Jailor
So we both are agreed, lets be vigilant and wise.
We must both pretend that your naive friend was caught in his own lies. For this plan to succeed we must share but one belief. Donatello will stay and end his days inside my dungeon!
Where the softest things he'll touch are stones and darkness, deep in a cracky isle and dungeon's keep. Because history is a story told by the men who make the laws.
You supply a little lie,
And have the gullible to by a little fable.
What will become of the righteous men who fashioned Donatello's flaws?
The rich and well respected and no more to be rejected at our table. I'll be a comfort in her time of grief and anguish, I'll be April's ever most faithful acolite, every night. Though a part of me wishes Donnie didn't have to languish.
I can see that it's him or me.
Let him sit there and rot till he's forgot.
LET HIM ROT!
History's a story told by the people who survive!
Let me sign and then initial.
It's the truth if it's officially the story.
What is the cost of one young man so two more men can survive?
He's the price we have to pay so we can live and fight another day for love and glory.
He's standing in the way, a threat to justice as we will say.
So goes the story
Stick to the story
Here ends a story!

"So I'll get Donatello close to here tonight. Your men come and take him while I'll tell his family he was kidnapped. Make it so hard for them to reach him. Then if he isn't already I'll tell is family he's dead and then I can comfort April and not have to worry about her being taken away from me. Do we have a deal?" He looked at me and smiled.
"I believe so Mr. Jones.

I hope you guys liked it. I'm excited to continue this, and yes I'm still writing The cost of Equivalent exchange. So please fav/follow/review. Also if youwant me to have Donnie sing Hell to your doorstep please let me know ahead of time.
Song - A Story told/original version by Patrick Stanke.