Hey Guys! SMU here! This is my first fanfiction! I hope you all like it! Please be sure to leave a nice review! Now, here we go!

Chapter 1

Rahzar was already having a bad enough day as it was. First, he tripped trying to get out of bed, which was already an impossible task, being a zombie-like werewolf. Then, the turtles stop him from completing his mission to steal mutagen from the Kraang. It should have been easy, since the Kraang were no longer around to defend it, but the turtles stole it from him at the last second.

" CURSE THOSE DARN TURTLES!" screamed Rahzar out of blind rage. "CURSE THIS BODY! CURSE EVERYTHING!"

He then realized in his rage he had destroyed almost his entire room.

"Crap," he muttered to himself. He felt lost. He didn't know what to do with his life anymore. He then picked up a picture of his former self, the martial arts master, "Chris Bradford." He then growled in anger after being taunted by the picture and crushed it in his mighty claws.

"Why?," he asked himself. "Why do I have to be this monster? If it wasn't for those stupid turtles, none of this would've happened! It was bad enough when I was first mutated, but then that stupid turtle mutated me twice!"

He recalled the terrible memory of Michelangelo kicking him into the mutagen, turning him into the even bigger freak he was now. At this point, he was about to smash his dresser, when Fishface walked in.

"You do realize it was YOUR fault we ended up like this. You're technically the one who drowned us in mutagen," he chuckled.

Rahzar wanted to kill that walking pile of sushi where he stood, but inside, he knew he was right. He was the reason they were both mutants. Freaks. Monsters to society. He then shook off the thought.

"What do you want Xever?" he growled.

Fishface smirked and replied," Master Shredder has summoned you. I would get there quickly. You know how he is when he's mad."

Rahzar's blood turned cold. Shredder was not someone you wanted to anger. It very well may be the last thing you do. He then quickly sped out of the room and towards Shredder's throne room.

On his way, he picked up a ringing sound coming from his room. One of the perks of being a mutant dog is having excellent hearing. He rushed to his room, finding his old cellphone ringing.

"Who could be calling me?," he asked himself. "I thought I quit my service."

He tried to pick it up, failing due to his long skeletal claws.

"Come on!" he yelled.

After many failed attemptshe finally picked it up. He looked at the contacts to see who was calling him and froze.

It was his mother.

Thanks for reading guys! I hope you enjoy the rest of the story when it's finished.

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