New Chapter! Debate project is over with! Major thanks to Puldoh, AATC and TMNT Rocks, and multicoloredmango for your ideas. Thanks to your input, I now know what Bishop's plans are Blue Rose Kelly, it's been 16 months (1 year and four months). The first fifteen months are what you have described and the sixteenth month contained the last chapter and this chapter. Btw, cool pen name! Disclaimer: don't own Ninja Turtles

Every day for about a month, it's been the same. I stay in my room until Bishop sends one of his goons to pull me out. Then I undergo a series of tests like DNA testing, brain testing, and stuff like that. Then I am sent back to my room. I don't even get out for meals. Someone brings me food. I don't even know why I have to undergo this crap. What does he want to know?

Not only do I have to undergo all this crap, Bishop has lately been making me do some physical activity. I'm not complaining about doing it. Most of it seems really fun like running (it's my favorite!). It's definitely better than having blood taken from your arm although I hate it when he measures my pulse and heartbeat after I run or do anything active. What I'm complaining about is why he's making me doing it. I know it's not for my own benefit. I may have no memory of him, but this feeling inside my gut says he's the enemy, and right now, my gut is the only source of information I've really got.

Today, something different happened. Bishop pulled me out of my room to the gym (which also serves as a training area for the soldiers). At first I thought he was gonna make me do more push-ups or have me run a few laps. Instead, he gives me two nunchucks with orange tape around them. Although I confused at where this is going (cue in bad feeling), these weapons feel familiar somehow.

A humanoid, male rat with gray fur and brown robes and opened up a box and handed a pair of wooden nunchucks wrapped with orange tape to his twelve-year-old son – a humanoid, male turtle with sea green skin. Since the turtle and his brothers were eight-years-old, they have practiced with different kinds of weapons, starting with fake ones until moving up to practicing with real ones, before they were ready to specialize in their own kind of weapon.

"My son," began the rat, "You are agile, athletic, and fast. You will become a quick and agile opponent towards your enemies yet you refuse to take a life. You are given the nunchucks. They are not meant to be fatal, but if the scenario arrives, you can use them to be fatal. I pray that scenario will never come. Even so, the nunchucks compliment your agility and speed." The rat handed the turtle a pair of nunchucks. "Use them well, my son."

The turtle looked at his new weapons in awe. The he quickly looked up at his father. He quickly bowed, "Thank you, sensei."

The memory (I think it's a memory) left me. The rat seems familiar, but why do I keep seeing that turtle? What does he got to do with me? There was no time for answering the questions because Bishop came at me with a roundhouse kick screaming, "Think fast!"

I didn't have time to dodge. It came at me so fast that the next thing I knew, I was sitting on my butt rubbing my cheek. "What the hell?" I screamed.

"Fight me," Bishop said simply and without hesitation.

"I repeat, 'What the hell?'"

"Fight me using your nunchucks."

"But I don't know how to use them!" I practically screamed for my life, but it fell on deaf ears to Bishop because he ran full speed towards me and punched me hard on the cheek.

I lied down in a daze until I manage to get up on my feet. I attempted to use my nunchucks (epic fail!) and tried to stand my ground and fight, but it was hopeless. Bishop kept coming at me with ninja kicks and punches. He was faster and stronger than humanly possible. No matter what I tried to do, I could never touch him. I might as well call it quits.

I attempted to hopelessly and unskillfully swing one of my nunchucks at Bishop's head, but he dodged it and then slammed my body against the wall and pinned me down. "Come on," Bishop nearly spat in my face, "get yourself together and fight me!"

I was too much in daze to really care. I'm pretty sure I have a concussion. What does he expect me to do? I don't know any fighting techniques or anything! I guess making me run and other stuff was all conditioning, but that doesn't teach me how to fight off an opponent who's ten times stronger and faster than me. What the hell am I suppose to do?

Then something clicked inside my brain like some kind of revelation that told me exactly what to do. It came in the form of images of some giant mutated turtle (similar to the one I saw in my dreams and just recently) but much older (like he was a teenager) wielding a pair of nunchucks that look exactly like mine. He was fighting Bishop and had some success at it. Right in that I knew exactly what to do.

"Well?" Bishop practically spat out.

I raised my head, and I smiled an evil grin. Confidence rose in me. I can fight this guy. Using my legs, I kicked him off me, and I spun my nunchucks (epic success!). Just in my confident but evil smile, Bishop knew that I was truly ready.

Bishop lunged at me, and I successfully hit his ribs with the nunchuck in my left hand and kneed him in the ribs. When he bent down, I hit him on the head with my right nunchuck. I backed off as Bishop to get himself together. I smiled at my successful attempt to fight him.

But the success didn't last long because Bishop was getting up. This was my chance. I rushed in and landed a roundhouse kick, but he deflected it with his arms. It was funny. It was funny. As I fought this man, images of that nunchuck wielding turtle fighting Bishop flashed in my mind as if I was watching an exercising video while doing what the people in the video are doing.

The turtle went after him with his nunchucks spinning and so did I, but this got the turtle in trouble because he was caught and strapped down. This got me in trouble because Bishop grabbed my arm and threw me to the ground. The image inside my head showed the turtle kicking Bishop away from him when Bishop wasn't looking. I did the same thing, too, before he attempted to break my wrist.

I got up breathing hard, and the images or memories of the orange clad turtle disappeared. I gotta end this battle before he does. But how? Then I saw a giant net, used for climbing, hanging on the wall. If I could lure Bishop next to that net, and then somehow unhook it from the top, Bishop would become entangled underneath it. Then I could use one of my nunchucks to press the chain up against his throat as if I was going to strangle him. That could work!

I proceeded with my plan, and images of the orange banded turtle fighting returned, but this time, he wasn't just fighting Bishop. Actually, different scenes of him fighting different opponents flashed into my head all working together to instruct me in how to fight using ninjutsu. I ran to the net, and just as I hoped, Bishop chased after me, but before he even got to where I wanted him to be, I disappeared into the shadows and climbed up a rope hidden from view by old gym equipment. Bishop just stood exactly where I wanted him to be looking all around for me.

"Where are, Michelangelo?"

I suppressed a giggle while I balanced on the support structures hanging from the ceiling. I noticed that Bishop stood very still concentrated on even the slightest noise I make. If Bishop's strength and speed were beyond human limitations, what are the chances of his hearing being equivalent to a vampire? Got to be careful. Images of the orange banded turtle balancing on a pipe in the sewers right before he jumps down to save a man with hair like a girl flashed in my head. I follow their instructions. I unhook the net and it falls on Bishop. I gracefully jump down without any injury and pinned down Bishop using one of my nunchucks. I smile. Bishop knows it's over.

"Well done, Michelangelo."

"Thanks." The images cease pouring into my head leaving me with a powerful migraine. I instantly put my hand over my head and groan in pain.

Bishop, now freed by me, frees himself from the net. "What's wrong?" he urgently asks.

I groan some more. "During our battle, images of a mutated turtle wielding nunchucks similar to my poured in my head as if they were showing me how to fight. They're gone now, but it left me with a migraine."

Bishop's face is one of fear. Are these images a bad thing? He says nothing except, "I'll bring you some Tylenol. We're done for now."

Bishop leaves in a hurry while I'm escorted to my room by two guards. Later one of them brings me a water bottle and Tylenol. I take them, but I save the water bottle. When it comes to entertainment, they don't give me anything. Maybe the water bottle could cure my boredom. Right now, I'm too thoughtful to be bored. Bishop looked genially fearful of what I told him. This scares me, too. Is something wrong with me? Or maybe, these images are something that's apart of who I am…or who I was, and Bishop doesn't want me to find out?

I keep pondering this matter until I fall into a deep sleep.

In a lab somewhere; Third person point of view

Bishop stares at many PET scans of Mikey's brain as he works furiously to produce a memory blockage drug. Stockman notices this. "So," he asks, "I take it that Michelangelo is starting to gain some memory?"

"Yes, I can't let that happen."

Stockman nods. "I see, and what of the fight? Did Michelangelo pass?"

"He won. Now I can put my plan into action, but first, Michelangelo cannot receive his memory. Once this problem is taken care of, I can proceed with my plan."

"Does it have anything to do with the alien DNA you have collected that's similar to the alien DNA used on your slayers and on you a couple centuries ago?" Stockman asked.

"Yes, it has everything to do with the DNA. Soon, Michelangelo will become my finest soldier."

More to come.