Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT.

Song for this Fic: Iris as performed by the GooGooDolls

Leo and his brothers are 32 years old. Tony is 37.

**Warning** This fic contains something that may be disturbing to some. Please if you choose to read do not flame this fic but rather comment concerning the quality of the writing.**

Chapter 7: The World Burns

Raph's POV

We all stand in shock watching the news unravel before us, our home is gone…there is a gaping hole in the ground where our lair used to be. It's simply gone.

And it is burning.

"Dad," I hear Sadie whimper, "My books! My pictures of Stacy! Dad everything's gone!"

I see the tears and the way she is clutching herself as I struggle to work through my own shock. Everything…gone…my home…all those memories.

As Sadie starts to cry I pull her to me and hold her tight.

"It'll be ok, hush it'll be ok," I manage to soothe.

Anger, pain, shock, fear, and desperation they all twist in me like snakes.

I make eye contact with Leo who is standing stalk-still, eyes wide in horror, jaw slack from shock.

Tony is pale, eyes flung wide and a hand covering his mouth the other hand gripping Fae's like iron who is looking between all of us adults in confusion her bright blue eyes lost and upset.

She doesn't understand.

Mike is holding Meir who has Azalea clutched tight, neither one of them has moved fro the couch, trembling from fear and shock.

Don is still standing in front of the TV the remote dangling from his fingers, frozen in place and Ellie is behind him, hands covering her mouth and tears streaming down her cheeks.

It's gone….our home is gone.

"Leo…what're going to do?" I hear myself ask, "Where are we going to go?"

"I'll…I'll call April and Casey…maybe we can…can stay…" Don cuts off and takes a shaky breath, then finishes with, "…the farm house…"

Leo nods mutely, he seems to still be struggling to take things in.

I find myself wishing Francisca had stayed an extra day rather than heading home yesterday.

"Yeah," Leo mumbles finally, "We'll go to the farmhouse…then…we'll figure things out from there.

"Why can't we just stay here?" I hear Meir ask.

Tony shakes his head.

"Storms are moving in, big ones…we planned this trip so we'd be in and out before they rolled in," Tony mumbles, "It won't be safe to stay here…even the staff are leaving."

The staff, Tony hired maids and a few cooks, paid very well to stay quiet about who vacationed here and it's in their contracts if they leak our existence Tony will have them jailed for life.

My head is spinning as I clutch Sadie to me, I'm struggling to understand what happened…who did this? Who…attacked us?

"Donnie…will the clean up crew find-" I hear Meir start to ask.

Don shakes his head.

"No, they won't find anything, the place would shut down, lock tight if it survived the blast, no one could get in, if it didn't survive the explosion…everything would've been sprayed with acid and burned…there would be nothing left for them to find," Don rambles off.

Nothing left…nothing.

Kyogen's POV

I stand just out of sight of the smoldering ruins and watch with a slight smirk. I may have finally made my mother proud.

My smirk slips into a frown as I muse over my mother. You truly couldn't call her my mother, she never bore me.

She bought me, from the man who created me. My first memories are a screaming woman and clean tables, bright lights and pain as I grew rapidly, tearing my birth mother's womb to shreds as I was born.

The woman who had been chosen to bear me died giving birth and I was strapped to a table with tubes and wires plugged into my frame after I was pulled from her.

My first memories after my bloody birth were massive amounts of information literally being downloaded into my brain.

I saw nothing but the scrolling text or flashing images for the first six months of my life and during that time I grew. Faster than any normal child should grow; by the time I was six months old I was the size of a twelve year old boy.

That was my first time outside of the virtual teacher I had known. After that I was trained how to kill, all under the scrutiny of the green eyes of the woman I would later be told to call my mother.

My creator, my father per say, enabled me to move with speed and agility inhuman in nature and along with those abilities I was able to shift my form, slipping from the twisted hybrid form I was born in to a purely human appearance.

My only flaws are my eyes, my left eye is green, vibrant and cold and my right eye is golden-brown, dark and mysterious.

My eyes reflect my nature, two bodies in one being, two faces but one mind.

After my growth reached the physical structure of a nineteen-year-old it was halted, I am only now a year old.

From what I have deduced from mother I get the eye colorations from both of my primary genetic parents. Herself and another, a monster, a beast, more vicious than anything I can imagine; said to be a demon in battle. Although I have two primary genetic parents I am as my creator tells me the result of over 60 years of careful genetic manipulation from over a hundred genetic donors.

I am truly a chimera.

And I've been taught to kill.

My frown twists back into a smile of glee, oh yes I may just be the beast needed to destroy the demon that sired me.

Watch out Leonardo…Daddy dearest…Bishop and Karai say hello.

A/N: Well now, interesting twist and now you know why Bishop wanted Leo. Hang on for the ride.

Go here to see my rendition of Leo and Tony's First kiss: ecanusiofiel. deviantart art/Leo-and-Tony-Kiss-367262992?q=gallery%3 Aecanusiofiel &qo=2 (remove the spaces).

Go here to see an image of Kyogen I did: ecanusiofiel. /art/ Kyogen-367310303?q=gallery%3 Aecanusiofiel&qo=1 (remove the spaces)