A/n : hello lovely patient people. Sorry for not updating, trust me I have some good excuses. Please send me a song or quote so I can start to use one each chapter. So to recap

Raphael was in love with donnatello

Donatello ratted his butt out ( do you like my pun)

Raphael was thought to be dead but is alive

Leo went to save him but Raphael killed him

Donnie sent foot ninjas to kill Raphael

Karai is dead

Master splinter is dead.

As always, I own none of this.

Donatello POV

Flashback

I was ecstatic. I felt like I was the green giant had just crawled out of the green bean can and was now free. The streetlights were flickering but all I could do was compare them to the candles that had dotted the back of the alleyway earlier. The back alleyway where Raphael had confessed his true feelings. The euphoria was almost enough for him to not notice the foot ninja staring him down across the road. Almost.

I withdrew my bo slowly. There was only one of him, but I wasn't exactly in a fighting mood.

"You really haven't figured it out, have you?", was all he said before sprinting away. I quickly followed his steps, my heart now racing with adrenaline and not love. Almost, down by second street I stopped as I heard a scream. I quickly turned before racing down a side alley , only to see Raphael. With a very affectionate April in his arms.

Rhiae POV ( pronounced like rye-a)

I stared down at the person in front of me. She seemed oriental and had closed eyes- April mentioned them being brown but I decided that touching a dead girls eyes after lunch wasn't a very smart idea.

" She was found in an alley towards east Brooklyn," April said. She was staring at the body with slight pity but something else. As if it eased her soul to see the dead women.. well dead. It was unnerving in the silence of the "research facility".

"What exactly do you want me to do,?" I asked. I was no mortician or grave digger, why she had brought me here was beyond me.

April seemed to choose her words carefully before starting. " She is the test run. Whoever killed her has a mind that should be exposed to your theory," she drawled slowly.

"And who would that be," I responded sharply.

Raph POV

The night air was freezing. Black like the fur of master- NO. He must not lose his purpose. He paused before sniffing the air. The smell of drugs and sweat mixing with a more tantalizing smell… revenge.