AUTHORS NOTE- Hey everyone! This is my first story in the TMNT fan-fiction catagory. Hope that doesn't discourage you from reading. So I hope this is a new look on an overused plot. Maybe stuff like this has been written before, but hopefully not quite the same. I try really hard to keep all the characters in character and to make an interesting plot line. If theres anything I can improve on, or spelling mistakes (I make those a lot XD) telling me in a review will be really helpful. For example if I spelled the turtles last name wrong please give me the correct spelling in a review. Flamers are not banned, if they have to take out somethings on my story that's fine with me. I make no promises on quick updates, and I really hope I can finish this. Now the plot and some lines are heavily influenced on the book/movie the Lovely Bones. If you've seen it you'd probably recognize the references. All credit of course goes to the respected author Alice Sebold. I just loved the story so much I wanted to try to TMNTize it! I hope I'm not making a fool of myself! The beginning chapters may get a little confusing, so I will very happily answer any questions. Wow this note is long! You must be bored to tears okay on with the story! But first the disclaimer.

DISCLAIMER- All characters and plots go to their respected owners, I have no interest in high jacking them!

My name is Hamato, Donatello. I was 19 when I was murdered, January 16,2008.

The afternoon of my death was an innocent one. It was a day nobody expected to be my last. But of course those are the days you should expect most. Its been years since then, my last day on Earth but I can still hear the sounds of an early morning at the lair, my home. A pair of twin katans being whirled around and stealthy practiced in a way only my brother knew. Raph was over at his punching bag, passionately practicing his hand to hand combat moves. And my littlest brother Mikey was obsessively entertaining himself with whatever poor video-game would next be short circuited by excessive overuse. Normal.

It was something I used for granted of. We all do. And we don't know that we do until its gone, it's often then we realize how unbelievably perfect and irreplaceable it was. After I was dead did I realize what wonderful gifts I had on Earth but overlooked. Ranging from my family to my physical heath and my very sharp five senses. Even the breathe I used to take was a generous gift, but I didn't think so at the time.

What occupied my time on Earth was my passion for science. Or not so much that but figuring out problems and finding as much as I possibly could about the world. Everyone who had ever met me, even myself predicted that it was that same passion that would get me killed one day. As it turned out they were right.

On the night of January 16 2008, or as I liked to call it Thursday, I was making repairs in the garage on the old pickup truck in which I was passionately devoted. I needed some spare parts and made a plan to a trip to the dump to retrieve them.

I went into the lair to put on an old trench coat and hat. My master was in his room casually sipping his herbal tea.

"Going out." I announced. Master Splinter nodded and Leo looked up from his training.

"Where?" he inquired

"To the dump; I need some parts from the Turtle Taxi."

"How long will you be gone?"

"About an hour, maybe less depending on much junk is there today."

"Be careful." he said and returned back to his training.

Had I only known this was the last time I'd ever speak to my brother, I would of made the conversation more meaningful. Or at least I would have told him how much I loved him as best I could in words. But of course if I knew then what I knew now, I never would have put one foot out of the lair. It's funny how the simplest choices can turn out to be life threatening decisions.

My good friend the professor, as I liked to call him was deep asleep when I arrived. He had a bad cold and I didn't want to wake him. I just decided to scavenge alone.

I wasn't even there for twenty minutes when I saw the newest model of a trunk's engine in the middle of a pile of junk. I was very excited since it was a very easy fix from the looks for it. I was just going to reach for it and pull it out, when I felt someone else coming behind me. It was our 6th sense according to Leo, one that's saved our shells many times. I usually felt it whenever Foot Ninja were around.

I quickly forgot the engine and whirled around to com face to face with not the Foot, but someone way worse. The Shredder. I was shocked for two reasons, the first one being that the last time I saw Shredder he was banished to some stray asteroid deep in space, the second was his face. It was no longer cover by his mask and his utorm form was proudly braving the suit. His utorm form was older looking and had many scars and bruises on its face.

I had only seen the Shredder like this once before, when Draco had transported me to an alternative future 30 years from now. He had taken over the entire world and was working on the universe. I had manged to stop him but at the cost of my future brother's lives.

I took one step closer to the pile of junk.

"No,no," I started "That's impossible! I-I destroyed you!" I was in typical denial. The Shredder started to walk towards me without a sound. I slowly took out my bo when he suddenly lunged towards me. I quickly took a defensive stance when he disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.

I could feel my heart beating madly inside my chest as I quickly looked all around for him. Then I felt a kick on my shell and I fell to the floor. I quickly scrambled up and searched for him again only to have the same thing happen. This time he used his blade to scratch my entire chest and rip off my trench coat. I yelped in pain and got off the floor. I was nervous but not terrified, I knew how to fight phantoms.

The next time he tried to grab my shoulder I quickly grabbed his hand and flipped him before he could go intangible again. He landed on the floor and the next second I brought my bo on his chest and managed to get a couple hits before he turned intangible once again. I must have upset him because the next seconds were nothing but a flurry of kicks, punches and dangerous sweeps of his blades.

I swung my bo blindly and tried to block anything but failed miserably. The next instant he pushed against the pile of junk and gripped his metal hand around my neck. He raised his blade above my head.

This was usually the part when my brothers burst into the scene and gave the Shredder a butt whooping for even thinking he could hurt me. I've been in these situations more times then I could count. I was usually the one the three of them worked together to protect. And they usually did a good job of it. Not this time.

The Shredder brought down his blades and I quickly caught them inches from my face. We stared at each other with cold glares but I was quickly being overwhelmed by his strength. And his grip cut off all my air so my face was turning blue. At the corner of my eye I saw the truck engine hanging at a dangerous angle toward the Shredder's head.

I kicked the bottom item of the pile and the engine plus other metal parts came tumbling down landing directly on top of the shredder. As soon as he released his hold of me I fell to the floor gasping for air. I only had a couple of seconds before the new pile of junk started moving.

I quickly stood up and started a sprint to the city. I knew I couldn't handle him by myself and I certainly couldn't lead him to the sewer. I had just got out my shell cell to call for help, when a shuriken came flying through the air and knocked the cell right out of my hand leaving a pretty deep cut on it.

I slowed my pace to grip my hand in pain. I dared a look back to see the Shredder flying towards me. I forgot my hand and started sprinting again. I still couldn't fight him so I decided to take the entrance in the Hudson river to the sewers. I'd lose him in the water... hopefully he couldn't swim.

He started throwing several shuriken at me. Most hit my shell but a good number of them got into the backs of my legs and arms. I dared a look back to see where he was getting all these weapons when it turned out he was making them out of thin air. This slowed me but I had so much adrenaline running through me that I manged to keep sprinting, despite the several knives in my skin.

I rounded the corner and entered the docks. The river was only 20 feet away. I was about to make a dive into the life giving water when all the boats around the docks burst into flames creating a wall of fire. I barely managed to stop myself from colliding with the flames. I whirled around and faced Shredder who now slowed to a walk and was throwing shurikens to my face.

I got out my bo and managed to block some. He simply looked at it and it caught on fire. I jumped and dropped it to the floor where it burned itself to ashes.

The Shredder smiled, it was just me and him enclosed together by walls of flames. Is this what he had planned? To be alone with me defenseless while he had an unlimited source of weapons.

Believe it or not Master Splinter trained us for scenarios like this. He said if you ever find yourself trapped with bad choices go with the best one you've got. I considered my choices, either be trapped with Shredder, or run though the fire and make a break for the sewers.

The Shredder's eyes pierced through mine reading my plans. Then I turned around covered my face with my arms and ran through the flames. I remember the intense feeling of heat, followed by a sharp piercing at the back of head and then a sensation of lightness I'd never felt before. What I never felt was the water.

At the time I didn't notice. I didn't care. All that was on my mind was reaching the sewers. So I continued even though I couldn't remember swimming I flew through the waters, past the gates that separate the sewers from the river, and soared through the familiar maze of the sewers.

When I reached the entrance of my lair then did I realize something was very wrong. I saw my family but they did not see me. I heard them but could not be heard. I felt myself fading, not from consciousness but from the Earth. Right then I was more afraid then I had ever been in my entire life.

I remembered what our father used to tell us. "Whenever your hurt or in trouble call me my sons, and I will be there to protect you, no matter what."

"MASTER SPLINTER!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. But nobody heard me.

And then I was gone.

AUTHOR'S NOTE- Hope that wasn't to much of a waste of your time. Cliffhangers are one thing you can expect from me... sorry! So if you liked it or hated it I'd love to hear it in a review!