Hello everyone, thank you for choosing to read my story. This is a remake of one of my stories, and the original will only be up for another 24 hours, so please, if you're going to read that then read it quickly. Anyway, on another note, the first chapter is pretty short, sorry 'bout dat. So, without further delay, I give you, chapter one.

I slam my bedroom door shut, burning hatred ruling my mind as my fists clench, and my eyes narrow. Anger boils in my veins, heating up my flesh, clouding my vision like fog on spring a night. I feel like a time bomb, just waiting to blow. It was only a matter of minutes before I did, and I knew that I couldn't take the chance of exploding in a heap of hostility and pure rage in front of my brothers. At least not in front Mikey and Donnie, I don't think I'd mind erupting in front of Leonardo, hell, I might've actually enjoyed. Course, I made a run for it, the fear of being punished by Splinta' urgin' my feet to carry me to my bedroom, the only place in this godforsaken home that holds peace and quiet.

I can't even explain what just happened to me, to Leonardo, to my family. I'm unsure of it all. Recalling my memories I see nothing but a blur. Did I screw up, or is it Leonardo who should be feelin' embarrassed for his mild behavior? Leo.. A growl rises in my throat at the thought of my big brother, my fearless leader, the boy in blue who doesn't do shit. Well, that's what everyone believes. They think he's a perfect little angel. Little do they all know that the halo balancing in the air above his head is no halo, but instead a weapon he uses to target me, ta get me in trouble for one thing or another. The little bastard has everyone wrapped around his finger, especially Splinta'.

Ah, the damn rat. He claims to be our father, not just or Sensei. He calls us his sons, not just students. My brotha's, they're just too blind, too fucking dumb, to see the truth behind our "Fathers" words. He ain't our Father, just our Master, just our Teacher. Nothin' more, nothin' less. And that fucking pisses me off.

Splinter's always takin' Leo's side, anyone with eyes can see that. The favoritism he shows towards the eldest of us all, it pollutes the air I inhale, filling my lungs with poison until I'm suffocating, watching everyone around me breathe and live as if there's no problems to have to deal with. Hell, are they wrong.

I punch a lamp off of my desk, gritted teeth showing, for my lips are curled as I snarl, my short temper becoming too hard to control.

Ever since I was young I have had an inconceivable amount of anger, jealousy was always getting the best of me, not to mention the fact that I find joy in competition; for me, the thought of a challenge is adrenaline itself. So, it wasn't exactly unexpected when I began to lash out on my brothers.

Back when we were small, my picking on my brothers was mere teasing, taking their toys away from them during play time. Obviously I was punished; time-out, as we called it back then. I didn't really mind it. I was sent to sit in the corner of the main room, with nothing to do but watch my brothers as they played. But like I said, I didn't mind it. It was kinda relaxing, I guess, to be able to just sit there and rest. Trust me though, nothing good ever lasts for me. My dickheaded brothers had to fucking ruin everything for me, pointing and laughing and making fun of me for having to be disciplined. Splinta' didn't mind when they did it to me, but when the tables were turned I was being yelled at. The damn Rat is a fucking hypocrite, him mutating into a Rat was pretty ironic, considering that's what he is at heart.

But I'm getting ahead of myself, thinking back too far. I need to just focus on what's happened within the past hour. What's going on now. What'll happen next.

So what did happen?

Well, Leonardo and I were bickering over which show to watch, he thought that because he spent an extra three hours in the dojo that he can just come into the main room and take over the TV; obviously, I thought otherwise. We started fighting or something. I raised my voice, and my fists decided they wanted in on the action.

As usual, I made the first strike, unable to contain my envy. My fist lunged into the air, meeting Leonardo's jaw with a crack. With his lips bleeding, with his eyes flaring, my brother pounced on me, abandoning his good-boy act. Pinning me to the ground by my wrists, he kept his bent knees at my sides, my legs becoming my only free limbs. Above me, Leonardo seemed to be yelling, his lips moving up and down, spitting on me as he spoke words I could not hear. Instead, I could only hear static, as if everything going on around me was being blocked out. Not wanting to be seen as the victim any longer, I brought my knees up and they slammed against. My move quickly made me dominant, somersaulting me and Leonardo over.

Places switched, glory began to seep into my eyes, I could feel it. Taunting my leader, I talked in a menacing way, my words slipping into Leonardo ears as he struggled underneath me. "Watcha' gonna do now, Fearless? Now that I'm the alpha? You gonna give up, surrender? Or are you just gonna keep struggling?" I smirked at the squirming figure before me, but a mischievous grin quickly melted to a dismayed frown; for suddenly, Leonardo was smiling.

"I'll call for Splinter." What a threat.

I quickly got off of Leonardo, but not without twisting his arm backwards first. The squeal of pain that escaped my brother was triumph enough, but still, I couldn't help but feel resentful. "Tattletale." I muttered as I began walking towards my room.

"Ninja dropout." Leonardo threw at me, with a challenging tone of voice.

"Splinta' junia'." I backfire.

"Screwup." Now, I will admit, that pierced my heart as much as his Katana would've. I stormed off after that, slamming my bedroom door.

And now, here I am, alone in the world, or so it seems. There's no one out there for me, no one who could love me. No one who will ever truly understand me and my anger.

Though, I will say, I gotta get outta here.

Thoughts swim through my head, ideas forming into plans, each and every approximation being held onto tightly, all piecing together to make the finished product. I lay in bed, my ceiling fan spinning in circles, the sound soothing my headache, caused from hours and hours spent awake. It's later, well, early, actually. I have to be up for breakfast in a half hour, and I have yet to sleep. I'll be fine, I'm sure of it. After training I'll just take a nap, and all will be well.

Grinning, I stare up at the ceiling, putting the final touch on my mastermind plan. Oh yes, it's going to be beautiful. What's my plan? To run away, away from this hell I've called home for the past 15 years. Away from these demons I've mistaken as family.

Chapter one everyone, I hope you liked it, and I hope you'll review. If you want me to update, I'd do that, because otherwise I might forget to (trust me, it's happened before). Anyway, enjoy the rest of your week.

-RaphSai03