Author's Note:

Hello thanks to everyone who has reviewed and/or read my story. Don't worry I am still going to post the story up. I'm sorry it has taken so for the update but college life and some plot holes I found in the story have kept me away.

I promise that I will write the whole story, I already have the whole outline for it, its just writing it down that is going slow. I admit, writing isn't my strongest point, so updates may be slow.

I rewrote the chapters that are up, don't worry I didn't change to much of them. Just a few changes here and there. This same will probably be seen on the first chapter. Thanks once again for all who have read this story.

Also would like to note that the Turtles do not belong to me. I am not calming the turtles are mine nor am (or want to) making money off of this story. I am just a fan who is writing a story because I luv the turtles.

PROLOGUE:

A women in her late twenties was walking fast, she had a mischievous grim from ear to ear. Her subject was finally ready for testing. A older man came running to her side, "The cure is ready, Doctor."

"It's about time! How long does it take you idiots to get the cure ready. The subject has been here for three days. With the rate I pay, I should fire all your asses."

He made a slight cringe. Now walking faster to take the lead, he lead her to a room that read "37B". "This is where we place it," fear was heard from his voice.

Room 37B was small with walls and floor painted snow white. The room was empty except for a table in the middle with a terrified girl on it. One could tell that this room has seen may horrors. The doctor walk up to the fearful girl, with hungry eyes.

"How are you?" she said kindly, but her eyes betray her kindness.

The girls looks at her with fear and tears falling down her face. "W-Where am I! What d-d-do you want with m-me? And w-why do you . . . .

"SILENCE!", she cuts off the girl. "Now," gestured to her nameless assistant to come and looks at the girl once more, "I have a . . . 'cure' that needs testing and you my dear have just volunteered."

"Here you go Doctor," he places a syringe into her hand. It contain purple-ish color liquid that seem to have an earthly glow to it.

"No NO NO", she screamed. Tying as hard as she could to break free from her bondage, but to no avail. She was wasn't going anywhere. Screaming till her voice die out "HELP HELP! She's a MAD women someone HELP." Sadly no one could hear the girl's cry for help.

"Scream all you want child," she said amused, "no one will help, no one hears you." The Doctor slowly injects the fowl liquids into her body; her assistant with concern in his eyes. The girl screams even louder.

The liquid circulates through her body, whatever this 'cure' was to perform, it did not do its duties. The Doctor looks upon the body as its skins turns to a dark gray color. Who know what the liquids is doing to her insides. Finally the girl takes one more agonizing scream and closers her eyes . . . she is dead.

"It seems to be another failure", her assistant said as if it were some kind of science fair project. "What to you want to do with the body", turning to the doctor.

"I don't care!", glaring eyes at another fail experiment. "Get the clean up crew. Tell them to dump it where ever they want it." She storms off to the door till her assistant stops her.

"Doctor Sanderson", only using her full name when she was extremely mad. "Subjects E-33 is ready, do you wish for us to retrieve it?"

"NO you IDIOT", yelling at her assistant with death in her eyes " what are we going to experiment on them if this 'cure' was a FALURE! We have had too much failures, I'm going with a different plain B. Keep watch of it and bring it when plain B is ready."

The assistant's could never look her straight in the face. Looking at the ground he asked "What good will plain B do? Even if it does work, there is no way to know if the effects will last. What we're doing isn't good, we should go bac-

"I didn't ask for your opinion, did I. Keep watch over E-22, and bring it when plain B is realy! Is that understood!

"Yes Doctor", he said and as he left he thought, what have I become . . . maybe Jason right about her . . .

She looked at the table where the girls body lay. "Soon E-22, your body will be on that table and you will give me hope while I take you life." She left the room laughing, as is someone told her the funnies joke