A lone child jumped noisily across the tops of buildings. He wasn't an ordinary child, for he was a mutant turtle.

Child's POV:

'Oh god, oh god, oh god..' I chanted in my mind. Dude I seriously have no idea whatsoever to what's going on! One minute I was skateboarding ( BTW, the skateboard I found in the dump ), the next I'm trying to run for my life! Some creepy alien robot things with brains in their chests are following err... chasing me!

"Kraang shall capture this thing known as the turtle so Kraang can experiment on the thing known as the turtle."

"Wha–– ahhhhhhh!" I screamed as one of them grabbed me.

"Le-lemme g-go, lemme go!" I stuttered. One of 'em carried some pointy thing or – Oh my gosh! It's... it's one of those things that these dudes with white jackets stab in people! I don' wanna get stabbed! I tried struggling to get free but their grip was too dang tight!

"Noooo~" I screamed as that robot alien thing came closer with my newly hated object.

I yelped when the hated object came into contact with my beloved skin. I felt so weak and tired. The last thing I remember was being dragged into some box thing with bars, before blacking out.

Leatherhead's POV:

Grr... I hate this... the feeling of being trapped and... temperamental.

Ever since being captured by the Kraang and mutated, I've been been very temperamental. They've done tests on me resulting me to lose control and go on violent rampages.

I'm sitting crisscrossed with my eyes shut thinking until I hear the creak of the very familiar doors open up. I open my right eye to stare at the Kraang as they come through the doors. My eyes go between the colors of green and white and I shoot a low growl, until I notice them carrying something.

"Kraang put the cage into the other room where the thing known as the mutated alligator is being kept," I heard one of them instruct.

I hear the 'beeps' of buttons being pressed then the sound of a 'click' before a Kraang came in and dropped a cage on the floor. The Kraang left the room and I was alone with the cage. I stared intently at the cage, my thoughts building up in my mind until I heard the sound of a low shuffle and a groan.

I picked up the cage and bent the bars apart, big enough to peer inside of it. My eyes widened with shock as I stared into the bright baby blue eyes that were beginning to open.

Child's POV:

I felt myself waking up. My head was throbbing in so much pain.

"Ugh.." I groaned as I tried to lift my head.

I opened my eyes, blinking repeatedly to wash away the tiredness. Once my vision was cleared, I looked up and my eyes widened in fear as I met the green eyes of a huge monster.

"Ahhhh~" I screamed as I backed away to the corner of the box thing.

The monster grabbed me and pulled me carefully out of the box thing.

"Shh... shhh... I'm not going to harm you."he cooed as he gently set me to the ground.

As I stared at him, seeing somewhat warmth in his eyes, I found the courage to speak.

"W-what are you? Where am I?"

"Don't be afraid child. I am a mutant, a mutant alligator to be exact. You're in the Kraang's place... a prisoner, just like me." he answered.

Mutant alligator? Kraang? Prisoner? What the shell is going on?! Then the memories were flooding back to me: The robot aliens, the sharp thing, and the feeling of tiredness.

"Are the Kraang those robot alien things?"

"Well, that's one way to put it."

"What are they going to do with us?"

"Experiment is usually what they do." he sighed looking down.

Experiment?! That ain't good! I need to get out of here, but what about...

"Um... what's your name and how old are you and how were you mutated?" I rambled out.

He stared at me amused for some reason before answering, "My name's Leatherhead, I'm 18 and the Kraang were the ones that mutated me."

"Oh... I really want to get out of here." I whimpered.

I saw his eyes study me with pity. I wonder what he was thinking about...

Leatherhead's POV:

I felt the need to help this child. No child should have to go through this type of pain. He looks so small, scared, and fragile. That's when I made up my mind: I have to help him,no, I will help him.

"We will get out." I stated firmly.

"Really? How?," his bright eyes sparkled with hope.

"I'm not sure, but I'll think of a plan"

I started to ramble my thoughts together to create an escape plan. I wanted to get um... what's his name out of here. I just realized I told him about me, but I forgot to ask him about himself.

"So what's your story?" I ask turning my head to face him.

"Oh... I'm 9 years old, I was mutated by some ooze thing in a jar.. Oh! And my names Michelangelo but you can call me Mikey." he beamed.

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This is my first fanfic! Ch. 2 will be up soon. Please read & review!