Disclaimer: I do NOT own the turtles, so please don't sew me!

Warning: This story is extremely weird. LOL. But I like it. Oh, and yes, I'm still working on my other stories. I'm just taking a break from them and I wanted to start something different.

Green Fatale

Chapter 1 part 1

Strange Things Happen

By Raphangela

Do you know me? Many people don't. It's a question we even often ask ourselves… Do I know who I am? Do I? No. If I did, then I wouldn't have asked the first question.

This is my story… A story about something strange had happened to me. So strange, I'm still getting use to its affects on me. You see, I'm a girl. A femme turtle that has strange and unique superpowers beyond my comprehension… But I wasn't always a girl and nor did I ever have superpowers of any kind. 'I was your average Joe' my use to be brother, Raphael, would say, but he never thought of me as 'normal' to begin with. He always called me an oddball, probably because of my personality and characteristics, which they think I'm dumb because of them. sigh I'm not dumb like everyone thinks I am. I may not be the smartest person on earth, but I am a lot smarter than everyone gives an account for. I have become more intelligent over the years since I have changed. I'm also a writer and an artist along with being a full time super heroine. I know things that my brothers and loved ones don't even know or even care to know. I'm very empathetic, I feel others emotions as well as I feel my own. I try not to be ashamed of this, but it's really hard when others point their fingers at you because of it. At times I wish I never even felt at all… Maybe then I wouldn't be as confused as I am today about this world and about who I am and what I'm meant for. I question that everyday, since I was a child, in secretes of my hoping that no one would find out, especially my older adopted family and my friends (We really don't know if we are related or not and nor do we really care). I always put on a smile for them, hoping that no one will never know how much pain and questioning it takes to even put on that recital. Now, things have gotten worse and I'm asking myself who I really am in my life and in everyone else's. I thought, before all of this happened, that life was confusing enough… Now that I am different, things just keep getting worse and worse… My story is like this—

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"Mikey!"

I immediately woke up when I heard the irritated voice of my assumed to be brother, Donatello. You see, early one morning he had requested for my help with his lab for that afternoon and I unfortunately had fallen asleep after lunch was served. Of course, Donny would be mad at me for that. He doesn't want his 'precious' time wasted on nothing and he had been planning to get some of his research done, but it required the helping hand of another.So, naturally I turned out to be the only one to help him besides April, but she couldn't help him that day because she said she was terribly busy doing something about house cleaning. Anyway, it was left to me since we all knew neither of the others would help and I'm always free to lend a hand. I really had nothing else better to do than to read comics, watch television, play video games, eat, sleep, and do little things here and there in creativity. Whatever the question or answer was, it lead right to me. Don asked me to help mainly because he had no choice, but also he'd rather have my help than Raphael's and Leo wasn't much help with anything scientific. As much as I love my the guy and how I love to help others, I can't help but feel like I'm conned into this.           

I looked up at the clock and saw that it was already 8:35 PM. I moaned as I got up and saw 'the look' my brother was giving me. He had that discontented look on his face he usually gives me when he's not impressed or not happy with me. He also had his arms crossed like he usually does when he looks at me. I sighed in my mind and said in a cheery voice that's even too cheery for me, "Hi!" I watched him as he lifted an eye bridge and looked at me like I was stupid.

"Hi." He said in a nonchalant voice, still looking at me with 'the look' and he started to tap his foot patiently. I can tell that in his mind he's thinking 'I'm waiting!' 

"Alrighty!" I said as got up, my smile plastered on my face as it usually is. "Let's go to that lab! Lead da way, Capt'n!" I said as I saluted like the navy does.

Don shook his head at me and then led the way to his lab. He looked back at me with another one of his 'looks', signaling that he's about to give me one of his lectures, but I did not know what of, though. Don surprised me with a smile as he then said; "I'm almost done on my examination about the advancement of cells in the metamorphosis of our bodies and that of others. It's rather quite fascinating on how our bodies can change enduringly by just one extreme experience or natural occurrences…but of course, when I meant extreme, I meant something like what happened to us when we were mutated."

"Uh huh… What?" I said, not having a single clue to what my brother just said. We reached the lab right after I had replied to him.

My brother sighed and said; "What I mean is- Our bodies can enhance themselves all alone or they can be enhanced by something drastic…like that of what happened to us when we were normal baby turtles. Because of the contact with the ooze, we were changed into what we are today—Mutated Turtles. Or, the enhancement can occur naturally over time, like the characters you see in your silly comics you read."

"Oh. The X-MEN…" I simply said. "Now I get it. Kewl."

"Yes!" He said excitedly as he rushed toward his computer and started working on something. He pressed several buttons and something started to happen. I watched in amazement as the wall in his lab seemed to split in half and separate from each other, revealing another compartment that neither I nor my brother's knew of. Inside the room was a huge machine in the middle that was surrounded in a circle by other mechanical things that, with no doubt, goes with it in some way. Besides of just seeing silver, I saw loads of white. The room was almost completely white, like that of a professional science lab. Even though I wasn't much into things like that, I have to admit it made me quite 'fascinated'. I had no idea that my brother was capable of creating or making such things.

"Wow! Dude! Don…So, this is what you've been doing in your spare time, bro?" I asked him. "It looks…Radical, dude!"

"Thanks." He proudly replied. "I call her 'T.E.C.O.M.'!"

"Tecom?" I asked as I lifted an eye bridge at him.

"Techno Evolution Chamber Of Metamorphosis- T.E.C.O.M!" He explained. "Pretty nifty, huh? Anyway, all I need you do is keep an eye on the machine while it generates it power on the radioactive cells that's I've already set into place."

"Uhh…Don?" I asked, not fully understanding the situation. "Why can't you do that? I mean, why do you need me for?"

"I would if I could, but I'll be too busy looking and guiding with the supercomputer's controls that I can't keep an eye out on how the cells are reacting. I need you to watch the machine, while I'll be busy with the controls. Understand now, Mikey?"

"As much as I can, bro… As much as I can." I said with a taunting tone. 

"Ha…Ha…Ha…" He said as he shook his head at me and then pointed to where he wanted me. "I need you to stand in front of the machine, but… Do NOT enter the platform, the circle around the big machine you see there. Stay off of it and whatever you do, do NOT get on up close for any particular reason whatsoever. Got that, shell-for-brains?"  
   

 "Yes ser-ee, Capt'n!" I replied back in the same fashion I did last time. I tried not to laugh when I heard my brother sigh and said; "Whatever."

I got into the position I was told to be and looked back at my brother. "Uhh….Don?"

"What, Mikey?" He asked, not looking up from his computer.

"Don't I need…like…protective gear or something? You know, to block off any…umm… radioactivity…or something like that?"

"Not needed." Don simply said. "As long as you are not where you are not supposed to be you'll be fine. I safely calculated everything into place. So, don't worry, Mikey." 

I gulped and then replied, "Okay." I felt not as sure about all of this as my stomach began to turn ill on me. I had a bad sinking feeling about all of this, and surprisingly I found out that my feelings were right.

As soon as Don turned on the machine, my stomach seemed to have jumped up. I watched as the machine moved a little and electricity or energy of some kind started mess with the contents on the slate that Donatello must've put underneath it. I watched as the machines around it started to glow brightly for awhile, but then smoke started to come out of them. And all too fast, I watched as the big machine in the middle started to throw sparks onto the floor and around and about in the place. Scared out of my wits, I called my brother's attention. "DON!!" I looked toward him and saw that he was busy trying to shut it off.

"I can't turn it off, Mikey!! I can't stop it!!" He seemed to scream, frightened as much or more than I was. "IT'S GONNA BLOW!!"

I cringed at hearing that, but I found myself walking towards the machine in high hopes of turning it off or something. "DON! WHERE'S THE OFF SWITCH TO THIS THING!!?" I yelled over the terrible noise it made. 

"NO!! MIKE!!" I heard him yell at me as I got in front of it. "GET AWAY FROM IT!! IT'S TOO DANGEROUS!!"

"I'M FINE!!" I yelled, determined to shut it off before it destroys us all. I looked at it closely to see if there was something I could do to turn it off.  But all at once the contents in the slate splattered up into my face, the glass cutting my face and cutting my wrists. I couldn't even get the chance to cringe, let alone run away, as the electricity from it blasted me and took me for a loop and then sprung me across the room. Before I could hit the wall, I saw and heard and saw a large explosion, which made me hit the wall even harder. My body felt numb and my heart began to race at an extraordinary rate. I heard my brother call my name, his voice dripping in terror. After that, I felt extremely tired and everything went completely dark.

To Be Continued

Please tell me what you guys think. This is just the first part of the chapter…there will be more. Please review. Should I keep it in Mikey's view? Or should I have it in no point of view whatsoever?