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Chapter 2: Nightmare

Eyes. He only saw eyes glaring at him from a surrounding darkness. Wise eyes, framed by grey fur.

"My son"

"Father?"

"You must come home"

"Just tell me where to go, I'll come"

"Your family needs you"

"Where can I find you?" The eyes began to fade.

"Father!... Master Splinter!... Don't go, Please!" He screamed bolting upright in his bed. He looked around his small metal room, and sighed. It was only a dream, or perhaps a nightmare.

Was Master Splinter really the name of his father? He wondered, as he rubbed his hand over his head, feeling the coarse scars under his fingertips.

'I had to completely rebuild your eye, it may not see as good as it once did' he remembered his doctor, say as his fingers traced the three scars that ran from the top of his head over his right eye, and down to his lip.

He looked around his small room nothing adorned the metal walls, no color showed anywhere. He refused to make it his home, it felt like if he did, than he'd given up on ever finding his home. A small window was the only thing that broke up the grey monotony, and even it almost always showed only stars. Today was no different.

His dream ran though his mind over and over as he sat on the edge of the bed. His father was calling him... His family needed him...

Master Splinter, the name echoed in his head. That was the name of his father, he was sure.

As for his own name... He couldn't tell you. But they called him 'Mur'rius', it meant 'blue warrior', but he had stopped translating it. The name was given to him because of the katana scabbards and blue cloth, he was found wearing. He had long accepted the name, even if it wasn't a real name, wasn't his name.

Three years ago... He was rescued by a small trade ship. Found in a escape pod, a deep wound across his face, with no ship near that he could of come from. They didn't know how long he had drifted like that before he was found. It was a miracle he survived.

He didn't remember that day, he wanted to, he even watched the ships recording of the day. He had to turn it off early, hearing his own voice desperately call out, watching his body drip blood, and seeing his face...had made him sick.

The earliest thing he remembered, was six months after that. When he woke laying in a medical bed. A woman, with green eyes and brown hair tucked behind green fin-like ears, greeted him, but he didn't understand her. She spoke, softly gently, a gentle smile on her face, kindness in her eyes and with that alone he knew he was safe.

He tried to speak then, but no words came.

He remembered the months that followed too. Day by day, he relearned; how to speak, how to eat, how to walk. It was hard to believe he had been that bad off, when now he could pass as any other member of this crew.

By the time he was capable enough to fully search for his family, a year had gone by. They could of gone anywhere in the galaxy in that time.

He knew finding his family would not be easy; he had searched anyway.

Kiyalynn, the doctor who had saved his life, seamlessly went from caretaker and tutor, to best friend. She helped him search. He had been on their ship nearly two and a half years, before she ever questioned, why he had to find his family.

'The chances of finding your family... are next to zero. They could be anywhere, they could of died the day we found you... Mur'rius its been over two years. Someday you will have to accept you may not find them... '

'Kiya... I have to find them, I have to know what happened to them. '

'Why?... You could be happy here...'

'its... hard to explain... I just need them... I know I don't' even know what their names are... But I feel it, In my soul... My family was, everything to me... That's all I know... I can't stop searching, I will find them...'

'OK'

'OK? That's it?'

'Yeah. You would give your life for your friends, without question. You've proven that... Its who you are. And, If you are that way with your friends, I can only imagine how you were with your family. It wouldn't surprise me if this all started because you protected someone else.'

He remembered the conversation so well, and knew Kiya had only wanted him to think about what he would do if he never found his family. Unspoken she offered to spend her life with him, the offer had been tempting. But, he declined, how could he truly love when he didn't know who he was?

Maybe in a few more years he would think otherwise.

He sighed as he stood from his bed. The only thing he had always known is he had to find his family.

He walked into his bathroom stopping to stare at his reflection in the mirror.

Who did this to him? he wondered, wishing he could remember anything. The only thing he knew is he had to find his family, and now time wasn't on his side.

Then again... Who was his family? Master Splinter? A tear rolled down his cheek.

He pounded the cabinet in front of him with both fits in anger at his inability to remember.
He sank to his knees as hopelessness replaced anger.

How could he find his family, when he didn't even know his own name? Another tear ran down his face.


OK... short chapter, please review.