next Chappie!

Eos: About time!

Daphne: yeah! and what the heck kind of power do i have?!

Me: Your power is a paradox, so shut up and let them read!

Andromeda: $%#! author...

Me: Watch your mouth! geez, where'd you get that tongue?

Andromeda: You.

Raphael:*laughs* she's got you there, AKA.

Andromeda:*smirks*

Me:*rolls eyes* Right, what was i thinking? read on!

Chapter 21

Strangers Like Me

Andromeda rolled her eyes," You're such an ignoramus, bleach-head!"

Daphne rolled her eyes," So, I heard there's a new mutant, which seems to be a common thing nowadays, what about it?"

"He's looking for another female turtle," Donatello explained quietly," From the description, it almost sounds like you. Brown skin, white hair."

She held up a hand," GREEN skin. I'm not brown!"

"THAT'S WHAT WE BLOODY SAID!!!!!" Andromeda, Eos and Nerissa all yelled.

Daphne put her hands over her ears," And besides that, though I'm deeply flattered, I've already got a boyfriend."

"Shell ya!" Mikey frowned," Wait, how does he know what she looks like if he's the only one?"

"I don't know. He wouldn't tell me." Donatello replied," he didn't trust us."

Calypso suddenly asked," Where's Leatherhead? Wasn't he with you?"

"Uh, yeah…he went back home." Donatello replied, startled.

Calypso frowned," Is he hurt? Did the mutant attack you guys?"

"No…Heh, Leatherhead almost attacked him." Don grinned, adding," Mars gave me his location. I'm thinking about finding him, to see if he'll tell me where he came from."

"We'll have to find out after the Battle Nexus Tournament, Donnie. If you want to try to last longer then you did last time, you're gonna have to train harder!" Leo reminded him.

Don's shoulders sagged as he groaned," Did you have to remind me?!"

Raphael rolled his eyes, "Maybe this time, we won't have any ninja assassins trying to take over the nexus."

"HA! I bet anything I'll beat the pants off everyone again! Cause I'm the…BATTLE NEXUS CHAMPION!"

Raphael didn't even bat an eyelid. He was on Mikey, pounding into him, as Mikey yelled," OW! Ow, ow! OWCH!!!"

Don and Leo got pulled into the fight trying to break it up, and Eos, Nerissa, Andromeda and Daphne stared at the four boys, Nerissa observing," Boys will obviously be boys."

"You're right of course, Rissa," Eos chuckled," And I'm grateful for it."

***

I have never been so surprised in my entire life.

I suppose one would not expect this to be so. I am a mutant turtle, after all. I lived on an island like Robinson Crusoe and was trained in all I know by an exiled leader like Edmund Dantes.

Wandering all over the world has been an experience. But one I wish to end. My first stop was in Hawaii. Heh, saw some relatives there. The non-mutant kind. Yeah, that's right, I'm a mutant sea turtle. My coloring is a little off though. Normally, the scales on sea turtles aren't so red, like mine are. Part of the reason for my name.

Anyways, I've had a little trouble in hiding. I am tall and strong, from my days of work on the island. So, yes, I've been spotted and hunted, quite a number of times. Few have been my friends and allies, making them all the more precious. The more I see of this world, more I wonder at how humans can stand each other, if they are so disgusted by appearances alone. But not all humans are like that. I know that full well.

I have accepted humans. Not all of them are bad. Not all of them are good.

Too few are truly heroes. My father was such a human. He was banished to the island I grew up on for his political beliefs.

His exile was a quiet affair, and he had no way of escaping. I came into his life nine years after his exile. Yes, he had been on the island for nine years.

Alone.

Maybe this had something to do with his being willing to adopt me as his son. Personally, I don't believe that. I grew to know that man so well. Yes, he was kind, loving and was my teacher but he was also fiery-tempered, outspoken and argumentative. Sometimes, we did not get along, because I inherited those traits…but he was my father all the same.

He taught me academics as well as trained me in Krav Maga, the Israeli art of self-defense, not too mention the ideals of his race. Love your neighbor, do unto others…and an eye for an eye.

But he was getting old…and when he caught that fever…there was nothing I could do. I keep telling myself that. I can't help but feel that there must have been something I could have done to save him… But I must keep my promise to him. He had always been concerned about the vision that I kept having after my 15th birthday.

The vision of Eve.

I do not know if that is her name, but it is what he called her. We knew of no females like me…of my kind.

She is the first. Sometimes, my vision is clouded, like a regular dream… other times, it is so sharp, I feel I can reach out and touch her. She reaches out for me, like she knows me, and yet, I have never reached her. I wish I knew if she was real. Sometimes I wonder if it is my own longing, driving me insane with these visions.

I know one thing; I will never rest until I have found her. If there are others who are remotely like me, as I found out tonight, then surely she must be out there…somewhere. I swear, whatever trouble she may be in, I will do all that is in my power to protect her. I will give my life for her if it comes down to it.

Now, to continue my search for her, perhaps the other turtle I met can be of assistance. He has been here much longer then I have, maybe there is something he could tell me that would prove useful... I doubt it, though, but still, I have nothing to lose.

Perhaps I will go back and ask him about his origin. I know he and the others with him will require my past of me. By heaven, after all I have gone through, perhaps there are worse things to do then to tell others of my kind where I came from. It's just… I have never told anyone my whole story before.

This will be the first…if I DO decide to tell them in the first place. For the first time in my life, I feel incredibly and ridiculously vulnerable. If I tell them, they will have it in their power to pass it on to heaven-knows-who-else. I am not sure I wish to endow this knowledge on people I have just met, never mind the commonality we have in appearance.

Heaven help him, if he means me harm.

Now you know why this story is called Impossible.

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