Hi to you my lovely readers!

So how are you feeling since last? Still feeling the grief from the loss of your favorite turtles father? I sure do... T.T But at least they have a common goal! Taking down the Elite!Excitingisn't it? We're finally getting closer to the mystery, but not the end! Not just yet. So do you have any some answers to your previous questions? Is there something that is still bugging you? Really? You sure? Ow, come on! I know there is still some questions you want answers to! Come on, don't be shy. Do tell!

Previous Readers, The previous chapter eleven contained a crucial piece to the story and sadly enough, is not in this chapter. Though I will be happy to tell you it will be in probably the next or the one after that. Haven't decided yet ^^ This eleventh chapter will contain all new and hopefully confusing you a little bit more! We will se, won't we?

*Note!I am really bad at science stuff and explaining it, especially in english.. so... don't be too harsh if it doesn't have the right terms or names or words or what ever is supposed to be right... I tried my best, I promise!

Thanks for reading my story!


A Great Lost - Ninja Turtles

Chapter 12: Blood Samples


As soon as we got back to New York, me and my brothers were out on one single mission. We were determine to find the Elite and kill the bastard before he could take anyone else from us. Nothing would stand in my way when I tore his head from his body and avenge my father. I was dead sure it had been the Elite, which meant the Foot was behind it.

Of course we had looked through our home for any clues on how the Elite had managed to get in. We did find nothing. However we had noticed Leo's katanas had been taken down from the wall where Masta Splinter had kept them. We knew for a fact that he would not take them down and leave them lying forgotten. No, he would place them back up on the wall which now was their new home.

When thinking about it, I had noticed the Elite soldier had stuck to one of the swords more than the other. I had not really thought about it until after we found it lying on the floor in our father's room. It would explain why the Elite had thrown it at me, but after examine it further, there had been no tracking advise attached to it.

The night was cold for a late spring night and ya couldn't really tell summer was on its way. Dark clouds was rolling in and within a few hours, I guessed it would be raining. Being back on the roof tops again would have been nice if it wasn't for the lust of killing. There was only one though in my mind and it was of revenge. It would've been one thing if our father had died peacefully in his sleep, then we would've mourned 'im as one should. But he had not. Instead he had been killed by an enemy which had entered our home unnoticed. Our father should have been safe in our home. It had been my fault he'd got killed. I had led the lowlife-scumbag of Elite to our home, practically left the door open and invited 'im in.

I was going to find 'im and kill 'im. I was going to do it extremely painfully and awfully slowly so he could beg for mercy only so I could rip the tongue out of his mouth. And when I was finished with 'im then I was going after Karai and the rest of the Foot and leave not even a single DNA to identified them.

We had no actual plan, just that we needed to find 'im and kill 'im. Though we had no idea where their base was and the old Foot headquarters had been abandoned three years ago and not been used since, as far as we knew anyway. Still it was our only lead and we figured that it was a possibility they were using it and if not, then maybe there was something which could lead us to the right place.

As we reached the skyscraper, it was as dark as it had been for three years. Though it would not stop us from checking it out. Don pulled out his laptop from his bag of tricks and began typing away on it. I had no idea what he was doing and it was pointless at trying to figure it out. The tech thing had always been his and I was happy to leave it at that. I knew how to make my way around the internet, more I did not need to know.

In the mean time, I was surprised at Mikey's dedication. He had not cracked a single joke during the night. Though it shouldn't be that surprising, he was still quite rattle from the last few days. But a joke would have felt kind of nice. It would loosen the tension a little and distract from the high expectations of getting through this without no one being hurt.

"They could be sittin' in there, in the dark, right?" Mikey asked as he gazed the building. "Or they could've a new secret base in their old secret base down in the basement?"

"As far as I can tell, there has been no power to the building in three years," Donny told us while he kept typing. "Nothing." He closed down the computer and turned to the building across the street.

"Ya mean they're not here?" Mikey sounded disappointed. "Then where else could they be? The docks? A warehouse? In space?" He threw up his arms to gesture the sky.

"Getting frustrated won't make them appear, Mikey," Don said over his shoulder as he put the computer back into his bag.

Mikey crossed his arms as he pouted. "No. But it sure'll make me feel better."

Standing up straight, I turned to Don and asked, "So what's our next move?"

"Don't look at me. I'm not the leader," he was quick to say as he also stood up. "You are." He pointed at me.

I began to rub my neck as I turned to look over the scrape. I had never dealt with the Foot as a leader before, so I wasn't sure what to do. Kicking butts was a hard thing to do when the butts ya want kicking is hiding somewhere unknown. We were looking for the Foot like looking for a needle in a haystack. They could be anywhere in the city. Maybe they weren't in the city at all!

As I finally reached my decision, I nodded towards the building. "Maybe we'll find anythin' useful in there."

By the look on my brothers faces, they were as skeptical as me but kept thankfully the remarks to themselves. Instead they followed my lead as I was about to find an easy way to break in. Though it wouldn't be that hard as we had done it before and this time there wasn't any guards to keep in mind.

For the very first time, we actually used the front door. As I opened the door, I expected to hear an alarm go off and just within a few seconds having guns pointed at me. It was dead silent. No alarms, no traps and no living thing in sight. So the building really was abandoned.

Once inside, Mikey screamed at the top of his lungs, "Hello?! Is there someone who wants their butt kicked all the way to China?"

Don put up his hands to his head as he turned to our screaming brother. "Mikey!"

"Mikey, shut the hell up!" I roared to 'im and slapped my hand on the back of his head to shut 'im up.

"Ouch!" He rubbed the sore spot as he turned to us. "What? No one's here."

Don pointed to the front door, anger in his voice as he said, "There are still people outside."

"Oh... yeah. Sorry." An innocent sheepish grin formed on his face which made me shake my head in annoyance.

I turned away from my brothers and took a greater look of the giant lobby. I had only been here once before, and that time I had gone through it with the Battle Shell, not leaving much left to look at. Throughout the lobby there were high column which reached at least two stores. There were a few arranged couches in the front and further in was a long information desk. Everything was in a modern Japanese style, which was not much of a surprise.

We walked over to the three elevators in the back. "Should we go to the top?" Mikey asked and walked over to the elevator in the middle.

Looking at the floor numbers on the top of the elevator, I said, "Saki's office may contain information on where the Foot could be now."

"Yeah maybe. But riding the elevator is out of question." Don walked over to a door to the left side of the elevators and opened it, revealing stairwell. "We'll have to climb the stairs all the way up."

Mikey groaned in protest when I followed our brother through the door. "Haven't I've been runnin' enough for one night?"

Getting to the top was not a quick thing to do to say at least. Once we had managed to climb the first ten floors, we had to go through a few corridors and look for another stairwell. It was something we had to repeat at least three more times before we manage to make it to the top. Mikey complained all the way, if not by groaning, than it was whimpering and loud protest. It was a miracle that we had not pushed 'im down yet.

Finally we stood in front of the familiar black doors with the red Foot symbol on them which behind them contained Oroku Saki's office. Even though we knew there was no one there, we still expected traps of some sort and cautiously approached the familiar double doors.

"No alarms here either," I stated surprised as I opened the doors slowly.

With his bo in his hands, Don entered behind me just as cautious. "Then it really is abandoned." Once sure there was no traps which would be triggered, he put his bo staff back on his shell and walked over to the small desk across the large room.

Both me and Mikey just walked around the room, looking or searching for something our minds was settle on. I can't speak for Mikey, but for me, I was thinking of the last time we had been in this room. It had been just a few months before Leo died. We had been out on patrol and captured by the Foot. Everyone except for Leo. We had been in this very room when Shredder had ordered for us to be tortured until the arrival of our brother and father. Only then when we were all together would we die by his hand. All I remember about it was the pain from the electrical pulses which they had sent throughout my body and then we had all woken up safe and sound in our home. Somehow Leo had managed to save us all on his own, how he had done it was something I can't remember if he had shared.

Getting back to the task at hand, I turned to Donny. "Found anything yet?"

He was going through a small pile of documents, his face troubled. "Yeah..." Before I could ask 'im more about it, he had grabbed a few of the documents and stashed them in his bag while putting two or three underneath his arm and rushed towards the doors.

As he past us, Mikey asked curious and impatiently to his back, "Well, what is it? What did ya find?"

"We need to get to the research lab." He simply stated in a cold tone before he disappeared behind the doors.

Before we followed our troubled brother, Mikey and I shared a confused and bothersome look. Whatever he had found was something we should take seriously if it got that reaction from our genius brother. Alarms started to go off in my head.

Donny had made it down two floors before we managed to catch up with 'im. He was mumbling something which I could not make out and it worried me. The research floor was just ten stories down and right away, Don got up to each and every one of the doors and slammed them open, looking for something. Meanwhile Mikey and I just stood watching 'im, clueless of what to look for.

Finally I had enough. My impatience flared the anger and I walked up to 'im and grabbed 'im by the arm, forcing 'im to a stop. He turned around to look at what had his arm and then up at me, his face annoyed. "Don, what is it?" My tone was firm and demanding.

"Cloning technology. Research on reptile genetic cloning." Shocked, I let go of his arm. While rubbing the now sore spot where I had been holding, he continued, "There was files on each and every one of us. DNA testing, blood samples, personality profiles." He returned at opening doors and searching for the equipments which was used in that technology. Something neither me nor Mikey would be useful in doing in no matter if had told us from the start.

Not really sure what it all meant, Mikey asked the question before I could, "What does that mean?" He walked up behind me. "Did Shredder try cloning us or just regular turtles?"

"I- I don't know. That's why I need to find the lab." Don turned to the last remaining door and opened it.

We followed 'im inside the large research lab and was met with a scene from something out of a science fiction movie, except after it had been partly destroyed at the end of it. Though we had seen it before, it was still as unreal and disturbing as the last first. There was several large tubes which could contain a human larger than Hun, which explained a lot as he had been extremely large at every direction. Some of them had been broken at some point and shards of glass covered the sticky floor. Some of the machines was so badly smashed that ya could not even tell what the hell it was for. Not that I could tell either way.

I caught myself thinking that almost every scientist had to be sort of crazy. What humans would do just to get more knowledge or just doing it because they could. It was really sickening.

A girly shriek came from somewhere further in the lab and interrupted my thoughts. "Mikey!" I yelled alarm and headed for the direction it had come from. Both me and Donny hurried as quickly as we possibly could while stepping on a floor filled with glass and beyond more large machines and tubes we finally got to 'im. "Wow! What the hell-" I almost jumped out of my shell when I laid my eyes on the three filled containers.

"I know. It scared the crap out of me too," Mikey said as he held a hand to his chest as he was catching his breath.

Cautiously Don walked closer to the tubes, carefully keeping an eye on the specimens which was containing them. There was three more of those bizarre Shredder clones, which could not be mistaken for the real one, these was actually much uglier. One of them was short and very slender, but the forearms like a clubs wit claws on it. The second was as large as Hun, but with two heads and horns. The third was the most Shredder like in body shape, except for the deep green skin and the deformed turtle shell on its back.

After a little bit further examinations, Don turned to Mikey with a soft smile. "Don't worry Mikey, they're dead."

"Really, ya sure?" He asked, not really buying it.

"Yeah, trust me." He turned and pointed at the small panels on the bottom of the tubes."The machines which kept them alive has no power, remember? They've been dead for three years."

"Oh, oh. Alrighty then." Still not really buying it, Mikey walked up to the tubes and knocked softly on the glass to see if there was any reaction from them. I was tempted to do something to mess with 'im, but my mind stopped me from ever attempting anything as it explained that this was serious.

Shaking his head to our jumpy youngest brother, Don walked further into the lab, his eyes shining a bit of admiration of all the machines.

"What're we lookin' for Don?" I asked as I followed 'im, my eyes scanning every tube I past to see if there was something hidden inside which could jump us. With our luck I wouldn't be surprised if there actually was some monster lurking somewhere here. Damn, Mikey's movies was starting to get to me.

Don stopped just by a large computer and put down the files he had tucked under his arm on the keyboard. He opened them and pointed at one of them. "This."

I walked up to 'im and took a good look at the documents. While letting me read, Don took a closer look at the machine. Though it was shut down like the rest of everything which needed power, he opened it up for some reason unknown to me. Though knowing Donny, he did not do anything without a reason.

Much of what I read I did not understand as I did not speak science geek. But the words like DNA, cloning and gene mutation I understood. What I could make out of it all was that Shredder had somehow managed to gather samples of our blood to get our DNA and tried to clone it. Both with his own and among ours. Though as I read through the documents, it had not seemed promising. Still I had to ask, as it still confused me, "They tried to clone us?"

"From what I gathered, yes." His voice echoed inside the machine as he had his head inside of it.

Finally joining us, Mikey asked, "So there is another me runnin' around New York and stealin' my glory?"

"If there was, then you should probably know about it by now." Don pulled at something and there was an surprised flicker of light from the computer followed with a bussing sound. "There we go." Don's head emerged from the hole in the panel and arose.

"It's alive. It's alive!" Mikey exclaimed while doing an impersonation of Dr Frankenstein.

"It has its own power generator," Don answered with a smile to my unspoken question, ignoring Mikey just as much as I did. "Let's see what this thing can tell us." He began to type away on the keyboard as the computer nerd he truly was. Most of the useful data had been deleted and wiped away, but there was a few video logs which Don managed to retrieve. "Most of the videos is damaged, but hopefully we can get some knowledge from them."

As soon as it began to play, a thin man appeared on the screen. I immediately recognized 'im as Jackson McLain the famous scientist which we had barged in on when he had made a business deal with the Shredder three years ago.

"Day one," he said with a cold tone which gave ya a shill through yah spine. "Master Shredder's Foot soldiers have managed to capture four of the five specimens which had been requested. As we speak, samples of their blood is being taken from them and is going to be analyzed. Master Shredder has requested me-" There was a flicker on the screen and the video jumped a few seconds." -mutagen. This is going to be a marvelous -" The image of the man flicker and broke before the player shut the video down completely.

Mikey turned to us and pointed at the screen. "Did he mean us? Where we the four specimens they took blood from?"

Looking down on the files on the keyboard, Don answered with a troubled tone. "I think so, Mikey. We were captured around the time this video was made."

"I don't remember anyone taking my blood." He began to look through his body for any scars which he might have missed. "But Leo rescued us, right?"

"Yeah, yeah he did." Don pushed play on the next video log before Mikey could ask more questions.

Questions was starting to form in my mind as well as much of our time during the capture was blank. Though I had to push them to the back of my head as the next video began to play.

Again we were met with the image of the wicked scientist. "Day ten. The blood samples of the terrapin specimens has proven to be successful even though the small amount which was taken." The man spoke rather satisfied, which made me feel sick. The camera was turned to show seven tubes, which each contained a green creature inside. I was shocked when I could make out the small shells of each and every one.

"The clones of the specimens is growing in rapid speed. Within a few weeks they will be fully grown. The brain activity is strong and-" The sound disappeared, but the video footage kept rolling, getting closer to the tubes and showing the vitals. "-personality much the same if not totally accurate as from their- " Again the video was cut off, much shorter than the previously.

This one left us shocked and beyond belief. They had actually managed to make clones out of our blood and with personalities that matched our own. Don opened up the next one.

"Day nineteen. Just moments ago, one of the specimens died. I have not yet reported it to Master Shredder, but I imagine he won't be pleased. I suspect the DNA genes taken from the one called Michelangelo wasn't stable enough when the human cells was added. Hopefully the autopsy will reveal the accurate cause of death.-" The video kept rolling but the sound was none existent from that point. The camera filmed the dead clone as it was lying on an operation table. As we all had a fear of being cut opened and into small pieces in the name of science, Don quickly closed it.

"Mine- mine died? How lame," Mikey complained, but the disturbance was clear in his voice.

When the second to last video played, we saw a pretty beaten man on the screen. Half his face was bruised from heavy beating and it was hard to understand what he was saying. "Day twenty-seven. The last clone nearly died yesterday. Master Shredder is not pleased and has threatened to have my head if the remaining clone dies." The man paused as he sucked in air and grunted painfully as he did so. A result from a bruised or broken rib, I was sure. "It's immune system is finally complete and is now cable to fight off the disease which claimed the last two. I have ordered my team to watch it at all time-."

I was relieved to hear that most of them had died. Now there was just one left and I hoped that it had died as well.

The last video began to play, but there was hard to get anything from it. The screen jumped between being broken and black every split second. "Day thirty-" The man spoke but the sound died. The camera showed the tub which contained a fully grown mutant turtle. Jackson McLain was smiling from ear to ear and clearly very proud of 'imself. He kept speaking when suddenly, his expression turned into panic and fear. He turned away from the camera and seemed to be barking orders to his team which began to run around the lab like headless chickens. The sound was returned and a loud alarm came from the speakers, hurting my ears in result. "I don't care! Save the-" The screen turned black and it seemed this video was also over before it had even begun.

"So?" Mikey asked confused. "Did it die too?" He kept staring at the screen, hoping for it to show 'im his answer.

Don began to hack through the computer in a try to get anything from it. As I had no idea what he was doing with all the open windows and more he put up, I just turned around and leaned on the machine and let 'im do his thing as I scanned the room once again. "There is no more data. I don't know what happened." He said with a sad and weak tone, still typing.

"What's the chance of it survivin'?" I simply asked.

"Em.. fourteen point two-eight-five-seven-"

"Yeah, yeah I get it." I cut 'im off before I could see numbers myself. I pushed myself off the machine and walked over to the tubs which had the same numbers like the ones from the video log. Two of the seven of them had their glass shattered, while the others only had greenish fluid within them."As ya said. We woulda known if there was another mutant turtle out there."

Relaxing a bit, Don stopped typing. "Yeah, you're right. Six out of seven died. We can only assume that the last one did as well."

Mikey put his arms behind his head in relief. "Good. It would be too freaky if we ran into it."

Feeling that there was nothing more here which could be useful, I turned to my brothers. "Are we done here? There ain't been anythin' anything about a secret base and I guess we won't even if we look 'round some more."

"Yeah, maybe." Don agreed, shutting down the machine by pulling at something within the hole in the panel before he stood up straight. " Let's go."

We headed for the door, both Don and I was in our own thoughts while Mikey kept mentioning the last clone. "What if it really is alive out there? Steelin' our thunder? That would be totally not cool and-"

I did my best at shutting his voice out and ignoring 'im. It didn't really work well as Mikey was hard to shut out. But my mind was quickly replaced with something else when my foot stepped on something which cracked underneath it.

"What the hell?" I lifted my foot up.

"What?" Don turned to me and then to what had been under my foot. It was a syringe with a label on it. Don picked it up and examined the thing before he read the label. "Leonardo. It's dried blood inside it."

"What? Did they get Leo's blood too when he came to rescue us?" Mikey asked puzzled.

"He wouldn't give them any if he could prevent it," Don said thoughtful and placed a hand underneath his shin while staring at the broken syringe.

"Could they've gotten it when he died?" I asked my own thought out load.

"Maybe. But I don't see when they would had the time."

"Hey, does anyone know how Leo got us out of here? There were four of us and there was just 'im... and we were all blacked out and all," Mikey suddenly asked.

We both turned to 'im with the expression where-the-hell-did-that-come-from, then I realized it was a question I had asked myself a few times too.

"No I don't. I have asked that question myself," Don explained and turned to me.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "How should I know. It's ain't like he told me. I remember 'im tellin' us some kind of story, but that one didn't add up much, then he avoided the question every time it came up."

"He wouldn't give 'em his blood for savin' us. And even if he would then why would Shredder agree on that, right?" Mikey asked, not wanting to believe it.

"No your right. Shredder wouldn't give us back when he finally had us. But we all know Leo would do anything to save us. Even give up his own life," Don explained.

"Yeah, but clearly he didn't." I said and crossed my arms over my plastron. Wasn't it obvious that he hadn't, he had gotten us all home safe and sound, though how was still rooming through my mind.

"Really?" Don turned to me, his expression serious. "Wasn't you the one going on and on about Leo knowing he was going to die when he died?"

Taken back by that, I uncrossed my arms and said in denial, "No. Well, yeah but-"

"Leo wouldn't make such a deal!" Mikey yelled in complaint. "He didn't die like that! Sure he would sacrifice his life to save us, but if he knew he was gonna die he would do anything to prevent it! There was weeks apart from when we got capture to when he died!"

"I know. I'm just trying to make sense of it all," Don said a bit more doubtful.

"Well it doesn't make since!" Mikey cried out. "It's Leo we're talkin' about."

We just kept staring at Mikey in silence. Turning to Don, I saw that he felt stupid and ashamed for coming up with that theory. But I wasn't so sure. I knew for a fact that Leo had known he was going to die that night. And how he had gotten us out of Shredders claws all alone? It was another question I wanted answers for. Even though how it all seem to farfetched we all knew Leo would make any deal he could to save us, even if it meant he would end up dead. But why would Shredder wait weeks for it to happen and why would Leo not do anything to prevent it or stop it? Yeah, that theory didn't make any sense.

"Let's just drop it and go," I said and headed for the door.

We left the building just as we had entered it and quickly made it up to the roofs. It was only a few hours until morning which meant we had spent half the night in there looking for answers which didn't give us much. The thought of clones of us was disturbing, even though we had seen some when we had gone to the future. It felt less freaky when it had been there, but in this time, this presence it just felt wrong unbelievable.

"What now?" Mikey finally said after the long heavy silence which had followed our pervious conversation.

"Well, I guess we can try the docks." I turned to look at the coast. "They used a boat before, maybe they do now."

"We don't have any other options, so..." Don gave me a hesitant nod.

I turned to Mikey, which nodded as well and that was my cue of taking the lead. My inside began to protest as it wanted to stay in the back to keep a protective eye on my brothers. Ignoring it, I turned and headed for the docks. As I jumped over the roofs, crossing block after block with my brothers on my heels, I almost missed the movement in the corner of my eye.

From the stairways out in the hall, I heard footsteps running up them. I could also hear the sirens from the end of the street and they were coming closer. Knowing I had to leave now, I quickly walked over to the window here I had entered and smoothly got out with the small being under my arm. The fire grew wilder inside once more air came flowing in. The small being kept screaming and it was going to make my presence known. With a hit to its neck, the being went limp in my arm and I was thankful for the quiet.

I followed the fire escape down to the alley beneath and walked over to the edge of it. The sirens and the trucks had passed us and stopped in front of the building. I saw more beings run out of it and some was just standing there watching the burning building. Carefully I placed the small being on the street so it would easily be found and then I slipped back to the shadows.

Once back on the building where the three soldier and one dead being was waiting, I turned to look at the burning building. The feeling entered my stomach once again and it made me to feel sick. It was not my place to question my Master's orders, but this simply felt wrong. That was the feeling I had felt inside. Wrong.


Oh! Clones! Who could ever expect that?! I sure didn't... Wouldn't that be just freaky? Another you walking around somewhere out there?! I can't even begin to imagine that... freaky, freaky, freaky! What is your though on that? What is your thoughts about cloning? Would you be up for it?

Thank you so much for reading and being a true fan of this story! Love ya all!

TBC...