Okay, please don't kill me ((not that you can anyway)), but... I decided to redo this chapter! A major sorry for the people who actually liked the previous version of this chapter, so.. uh.. yeah. Adiós oldie, and hola newbie! I'm pretty sure this version will be a bit better than the last one... and if not.. *shrugs* I got nothing.

Right, anyways, you guys probably wanna get on with the story... well, just before we start... I just found out we're getting something similar to Turtles Forever, but only with the 1987 turtles and the 2012 turtles. ((Hopefully, it'll be better than the original crossover)) Okay! So, here's chapter 2!

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Chapter 2: Neon Green

He watched as the angry red blob exploded on two other blobs, only they were green. One was tall with a purple smudge, and a pair of reddish-brown eyes, and the other was slightly shorter by maybe a few inches with a blue smudge, and a pair of... well, blue eyes.

From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of another green blob come to a rough halt, and sloppily threw himself on the ground, panting up a storm. The blob, upon a closer look, had an orange smudge along with a pair of baby blue eyes, and the figure's ears caught quiet murmurings of "Dude... so... tired.." from the tired blob.

He couldn't help but let a quiet snort escape him. The bonehead shouldn't have stayed up for 36 hours straight just for some dumb mobile game. He didn't know exactly how he knew of that little bit of information, and he didn't care either. He just knew and looks like Orange was paying for his stupidity.

Both his and the tired blob's attention shifted immediately when they heard a sudden slap.

"Don't touch me ya stinkin' reptile! And ya know what? I don't need you freaks! I'll go rescue J*** myself!"

A slight growl left his throat, although it seem to go unheard of by everyone except Orange here. How did he know? Because the little bonehead glanced at him, but he didn't say anything. At least he was being smart for once. His eyes narrowed angrily.

Freak. He hated that word more than the idiots back home. He didn't know why, but the name just seemed to... piss him off every time he heard it. And right now, he was really starting to get pissed.

Seriously, this chick(by sound of her voice, so he guessed) needed to back off, before he stepped in the conversation.

Miraculously enough, she did just that... by dashing off and leaping from the building, repeating the process with a different rooftop each time until eventually, she faded from their sight completely. In other words: she ditched them. Well, good riddance. Goldie was getting annoying, anyway.

Everyone fell in a sudden silence. At first, the figure didn't really mind, but as the minutes ticked on, it was starting to annoy him.

So he decided to break it with a not-so-quiet- snort. "Well, that could've gone better." he made sure the sarcasm was there. Seriously, Goldie couldn't just throw her little tantrum, and be done with it? She just had to lash out? He wouldn't admit it, but she was a tad worse than him in her moment of fury.

"Dude, she's almost worse than you."

Uncrossing his arms with a low growl, the figure whipped around and gave Orange his best angry glare. "What was that? You want to play 'Does Mikey bend that way'? Oh, sure, I don't mind at all! In fact, we can start now!"

He lunged forward, hoping to catch the little runt in less than a few seconds. Orange had other plans though.

"Waaaaaaaaa! D*****! L**! Anybody?!" he screamed, running off. The figure wasn't about to let him get away that easily.

"Come here you!"

After a few annoying minutes, he finally had Orange pinned to the ground, a slight smug look on his face. "Aw, come on dude! Get off!"

"Not until you say the magic words." the figure smirked, adding a little more pressure because of Orange's squirming.

"Never!"

"Really? Then I guess you wouldn't mind if I used the finger?"

"No! Anything but that!"

"Then you know what I wanna hear."

"N-

A haunting scream froze the two in their tracks.

RRRRRRRRRRRR

Everything in his mind screamed at him not to do it, but he couldn't help it. So when Raphael literally shot from his bed and onto bare feet, he instantly kneeled onto his knees, both hands clutching his stomach . Ugh, he felt like he just got hit by a freakin' bus, and then got punched in the gut by a professional wrestler! He winced.

Oh... right... he was punched in the gut last night... stupid Purple Dragons.

When he no longer felt like his gut was going to implode or something like that, he slowly rose until he was on his feet again.

Raphael frowned. Just what the heck did he eat last night to make him have a dream... like that? Seriously, what was up with the different color blobs? And about that random scream...?

Raph shook his head. Ugh, this is why I hate art. Too many colors.

Yeah, that wasn't his thing. He preferred to use his fists. Art seemed to be for girls, anyways. And that scream? Probably one of the annoying little punks pranking him again. Whatever. He could get them for it later after he went back t-

His neon green eyes caught the number's 7:31 glow a faint red on his black digital clock.

Something seemed important, but he couldn't remember what it was. He growled in frustration. What was he missing here!?

And then it dawned on him.

It was September 1st... the first day of school. Well... looks like today was going to start off shitty.

With an angry "Are you kidding me?!", Raph dropped on his bed. School! Why did it have to be today?! As if he weren't feeling crappy enough already.

Raph sighed. Well, it was either go to school... or have Frank kick his ass again, or worse... harm the younger kids. A shudder left him. He'd rather take the bullet, than have others suffer.

"KIDS! GET YOUR LAZY ASSES UP AND IN THE SHOWER NOW! SCHOOL STARTS TODAY AND THAT MEANS I DON'T HAFTA TA SEE YOUR UGLY FACES FOR LIKE 8 HOURS!"

Speak of the devil...

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Pain.

That's all he could feel at the moment.

No, scratch that. It's all he's been able to feel for the past 2 days.

His neon yellow eyes watch with absolute hatred as his captors finally lifted that wretched metal pole from his body. A feral hiss left from his mouth, and he snapped his jaws at them, hoping with all his might to crush them.

That proved to be a mistake.

Again, hot blinding pain struck in his side, causing a howl of absolute agony to escape his mouth. When the pain stopped, and the pole lifted again, the creature was left panting and gasping for air on the cold metal floor.

God, he hated his captors so much. Even Wyrm wasn't this cruel.

"#222401, are you ready to talk yet?" a calm and amused voice asked.

He felt his blood boil. How dare they act as though his pain were pleasurable!?

An angry hiss left his mouth once again, but no words formed. He maybe couldn't speak their language, but he made up for it with his mind.

'I... hope.. you... burn... in.. hell,... you.. horrid... excuse... for... a.. living.. creature!' he panted with each thought. He was angry, and beyond tired. The creature was surprised he wasn't dead yet. But then again, that was probably due to the fact that they needed his knowledge of all the difference races out there. Still, death was much better than this. He should know.

The lead captor scowled. "I'm disgusting? Please. Your kind is responsible for all the lives that were lost last month." His prisoner growled. No matter how many times he told this insolent human, he still couldn't acknowledge the truth. He was different from... his 'race'. He wasn't a greedy heartless beast like the man that stood before him.

The man scoffed upon noticing the creature's glare. "Shock him again, and don't feed him tonight. I want him to suffer." he order, turning his back on the rest of his crew.

Even pained, the creature still managed to let his fanged jaw fall, a look of utter disbelief on his face. "What!? Are you insane!? I need to eat in order to live! I'm useless to you if I'm dead!"

The man chuckled. "What do you think I am? Stupid? If you die, you'll just regenerate yourself or what ever it is you disgusting creatures call it." he said in a cold voice, walking towards a door. He paused when he got to it, a dark smirk forming on his lips. "Oh, and if you don't talk soon, then... maybe your little brother will. He's like on his, what? 40th life?"

The creature's eyes widened in horror at the mere mention of brother's demise. 'N-No! DON'T YOU EVEN DARE! I'LL T-GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!' Pain shot up in his back this time.

The man's smirk grew larger. "What was that? I couldn't hear you. Now, if you excuse me, the Kraang are waiting for me, and I do hate to keep people waiting."

And with that, he left the room. The only response he received were the creature's tortured-filled screams.

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So, yep... that was the new and improved chapter. Man, do I have plans for these two. They're not the 2 main oc's I mentioned in the last chapter, but they'll definitely appear in this story more than once. So... thoughts anyone?