Greetings fellow readers, I am "The Quesun" from a land far, far away. It is an honor to meet you all and I hope this story would prove satisfactory to everyone. It's just something I made up from watching stuff like CSI.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ninja turtles. Yada, yada, yada.

Prologue

The third victim had fallen at the hour of twelve, on Friday, the 27th of July. That day Julia Montgomery had driven home, doing over 80 k's an hour on the abandoned freeway. She hoped Jamie was asleep, and even though it ached to think about her baby son home all alone, something else told her there was no other way. He'll be all right, she convinced herself as the old flood of guilt ate at her conscience, he's a smart boy, like his father . . . he's all right. Even so, her heart seems to beat faster as she pulled up along Darwin Street, yes; just a few blocks and she'll see Jamie. Yes . . . and Jamie will be sound asleep in his bed, no harm would've come to him. Julia longed for the moment she'd walked in on her sleeping son.

At 11:50, Julia's car was finally in the driveway. Almost tripping over the sidewalk, she belted across the street. Jamie, she thought, it's okay, mommy's home, mommy will be with you soon. She gasped in relief as she finally reached her doorsteps, one sweaty hand fumbled for the house keys while the other reached longing for the knob. Then she froze.

The door was not locked.

For a split second, a horrifying though struck Julia's heart. Had her son woken to the cold, empty house? Had he found that mommy's left him in the night? Had he stumbled out into the dark, alone and terrified, desperately looking for the one person who'd promised to take care of him? No. . . .Julia drew a shuttering breath then bounded into the house. I'm dreaming her mind screamed as she raced down the corridor; I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming! One more step, one more step and- "Jamie!!" she screamed, busting into her son's tiny room.

And there he was. Julia's little boy, all tucked away in bed, with two wide little eyes staring straight at her.

"Mommy?"

It's a miracle . . . . .

"Mommy?"

It's really him, he's okay.

"What happened!" Julia demanded, throwing herself onto her son. She hugged him as tightly as she could. "Why did you open the door you stupid boy!? Do you even realize how much danger you where in!?" By then she was crying, her breaths came out in long shuttering sobs of joy and relief. She hardly even heard her baby speak. "But mommy, I didn't open the door. That nice man did." Julia suddenly stopped breathing. "What?" she choked in alarm. "What man?" she asked in a soft voice, pulling away from her son. Jamie just stared at her and smiled, he didn't seemed moved at all by his mother's tears. "Jamie, what man are you talking about?" Julia cried in a much harder voice, her hands griped Jamie's shoulders tightly. "He's in the kitchen." the tiny boy before her replied, suddenly whispering, "Please don't send him out, he's a really nice man."

That was enough for Julia, she immediately let go of her son. "Stay here baby." she warned "And don't come out till I'm back to get you." With that she closed the door behind her and ran in the direction of the kitchen. As she reached the entrance, her steps slowed to a cautious walk. Gut instinct told her to grip the broom nearby as a form of defense. Her breaths where sharp and quick, her heart was racing. She slowly pushed open the door . . .

But there was no one.

Julia stood absolutely still and scanned the kitchen. No sound, no movement. No one. Perhaps her son was dreaming? Julia thought, her breaths slowed to a normal rate. Her grip on the broomstick relaxed a bit. There was a creak behind her, the door suddenly closed. Julia gasped shock, she turned and stumbled back. A tall cloaked man stood before her, his face covered by a rabbit masked that belonged to Jamie. The smiling rabbit-face was holding a knife. Julia screamed, horrified. She immediately swung the broomstick as hard as she could at the man's face. It was blocked easily. Julia fell back in pain as the man kicked her in the stomach. She felt him grab her short red hair, and pull. Her whole body was forced to sit up in searing pain. Then Julia felt the knife at her throat. She cried in fear, her only thoughts now on her baby. What would become of him once she was killed? What would this man do to him?

Julia felt cold moist breaths to her face. She knew the man was right next to her, breathing against her. She shuddered. "I know . . .you're afraid." The cloaked man hissed in a lowly voice. It sounded static, as if it was broadcasted from a poor radio. Julia's heart skipped a beat. The man continued, his face almost pressed against her ear. "But don't fear, I am a good man. I really am." He laughed heartly, but it was like ice through Julia's heart. "W-What do you want." She whimpered fearfully trying catch glimpse of him. "So I'll give you a chance." The man continued, completely ignoring her. "You will see my face and kiss me. If you do, I will spare your life. But you must like it, you must make it passionate." Julia was silent, her heart was in her throat, she could hear it's every beat.

"Now kiss me!" the static voice laughed in a high pitched voice, Julia was suddenly thrown to the ground, groaning. She blinked, terrified; the man was now right on top of her. "Kiss me!" He demanded. One bony hand tore recklessly at his mask, he continued to laugh uncontrollably. I'll kiss him, Julia thought, I'll have to kiss him. Then I'll kick him, as hard was I can and escape with Jamie. Yes, this is my only chance. She looked up determinedly at the man's face. His mask finally came off. For a few seconds, all Julia could see was the cloak that covered his face. She held her breath in dreaded wait. Then she saw it. From an inch below it, she saw the thing that really lied beneath.

Julia screamed. She screamed and screamed and screamed, beyond fear, beyond sanity. She was still screaming as the knife was plunged into her chest. Still screaming as she lay helpless in a pool of blood. She screamed all the way to death, in her small apartment in Darwin Street, on the lonely Friday night of July the 27th.

From another apartment a few blocks down, a young woman named April O'Neil was abruptly jolted from sleep.

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm not sure where April lives so I just made up the street name.)

Prologue End

Well? how as it? Sorry it was so short, I promise the next chapter would be longer. Please review and tell me what you think!