Tora- Well, this is definitely different from my other stories. I used to watch TMNT ALL the time. ANYWAY, this is the 2003 version and the turtles are about sixteen-seventeen in this. It's a RaphaelXoc all the way, with probably some LeoXoc, MikeyXoc and DonnyXoc. I don't know, but I hope you enjoy my newest fandum attack! Comments and critisism are required after you read this story. I need to know if people like it or not. Thanks goes to beccalovesbumblebee. I own nothing.

Chapter 1: Snapping

Hmm, where to start? Well, I guess I could start with the picture. That's me and my best friend Marissa. We took that in the Autumn of 2003 when we were fifteen. Hardly a care in the world; except school, boys, and having fun. Though, now that I think about it, we really didn't do much. Believe it or not, there wasn't alot that two, fifteen year old girls can do in the Big Apple. I'm not joking! Our parents were probably the cause of that, though. Ya' know, the classic- 'Two, little girls in a scary big city shouldn't be off by themselves' gimic? Yeah, they charted places for us to go within a two block radius. Marissa and I snuck out a bunch of times and got into trouble because of that. Yeah, that was basically the sum of our lives; until the Summer of 2004. That's when our real story begins...

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A full moon hung in the night sky; a glowing orb of white. The streets of downtown Manhattan were oddly quiet and empty. The dimm lights on the street casting eerie shadows across the landscape. Not a singlesole; except the occasional walker, was seen. But in the darkness of an alleyway, a lone shadow was silently covering a manhole. Straightening up, the shadow jumped onto the nearby fire-escape. Continuing up the shadow made it to the roof of the building. In the light of the moon the shadow was revealed. He was not a man, but a turtle that was about five-foot, eleven-inches. His smooth, green skin shown in the moonlite. Muscles from years of fighting and practicing rippled as he moved. On his elbows and knees were guards and a brown leather belt held the red covered sai on his waist. Traveling up his body, past his chest and up to his head; dark chocolate brown eyes were under the same red cloth. His face was etched with a scowl. Raphael glared across the way; staring out at the city. Damn you, Leo. He thought bitterly, his hand curling into a fist. "Who da' hell does he think he is?!" Raphael growled out loud this time. Their latest argument was floating around his skull; mocking him. It just happened to be one of those days where EVERYTHING set him off. It started off in the dojo when they were doing their katas. Master Splinter was doing his daily rounds of corrections. Raph was doing fine; going over the well known moves nicely. Master Splinter nodded at him with appreciation and even Mikey didn't make a jab. But Leo, Leo just had to make a comment. "Decided to do things the slow way now, Raph?"

A simple comment but it urked him to no end. Raphael ignored him, but his movements became jerkish because of his irritation. What Leo said next was what set him off. "Oh, nevermind, guess I was wrong. Course, according to you, I'm always wrong." Raphael stopped what he was doing and just stared at him with frustruation.

"Yeah, Fearless, you always are wrong. Now, shuddup so Ah can concentrate and do these right."

"Since when did you ever care how we do things properly?! You're always going off, doing your own thing, and leaving us behind whenever you get too hot-tempered!" It was then that he threw a punch at his brother's face. As always, he threw the first hit, but not the first word. LEO had started the fight; not him. The fight ended when Leo pinned him to the floor and he left right after that. Raphael growled deep in his chest. He had no idea what caused Leonardo to instigate him when he knew about his mood, or why he had to make the comment about leaving them. If Leonardo didn't know that he was always loyal to the clan, then he didn't know his own brother. Yeah, he was a hot head, but he's gotten better. Sure, he likes to fight, but he didn't like to be violent with his family. Especially his family. HELL it made him angry just for being angry. He was a bomb that could go off for no reason. Raphael sighed and looked down. Leo is right. I do get out of control and leave them. He blinked a few times before narrowing his eyes at his two-toed feet. But I always come back. The hatred and frustruation for his brother came rushing back and Raphael turned and walked to the opposite end of the roof. I didn't come top-side to question mu morals. I came up here to find some punks and blow off steam! With that last thought, he sprinted across the roof and jumped over to the next building. It was time he got down to business.

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An hour passed and for once in New York's life there were zero crimes. At least, none that Raphael could find. He was currently sprinting and jumping off buildings in a desperate chase to find relief from his emotions. The cool, crisp air swept by his body as he dashed around. If he was like any of his other brothers, the time and cold air would have settled him down...but it was established that he was nothing like his brothers. If anything, the time just made him even more restless to find someone to knock around. The ninja turtle landed on top of an apartment building somewhere in uptown Manhattan towards Queens. Breathing heavily from the exersion, he sat down on an air vent to catch his breath. Raph thought about going back home and what he would expect when he got back. He could see it now- he would walk in and go to the kitchen to grab whatever the had for dinner, Mikey would say 'hi' while playing a game, Donny would be tinkering in his lab, Master Splinter would be meditating, and Leo would come waltzing out of the dojo from trying to 'perfect' a new move. He would ask where he had been and that he was sorry for the comment. Then Raphael would say he'd been out and that he was also sorry. Badda-bing, badda-boom, they would make-up and things would back to normal. It was the same damn scenario that it always was and he didn't want it to be that way. No! Let them believe dat Ah won't be comin' home dis time. Let them blame Ol' Fearless for angering meh enough for meh to not come home. It would serve 'im right.

A wicked grin was spread across his face as he thought about his plan. He wouldn't come home till he KNEW everyone would be asleep. A little childish? Well, yes, but it dripped with a sickening sweetness to it. Raphael stood up, breathing correctly, smug with his plan, and pumped to keep on moving. He scanned the block in case in his rush he missed something. Whether or not of the plan, he still planned on knocking some heads together. Yet, there still didn't seem to be any punks around. Raphael silently growled and was about to turn and leave when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something move in the light. Three shadows were moving silently toward the alleyway he was next to. Quietly, he leaned over the edge of the roof. He narrowed his eyes at the sight of three thugs attempting to pick a locked door.

Two were male and each was uglier than the next. One was tall and heavilly built. His face was marred by a scare going diagonally down his face. He wore black cargo pants, a dark red T-shirt, and a sleeveless black jacket. The other man was the complete opposite of his companion. He was stick thin and looked like he couln't lift a pencil. His head looked to the side and Raphael caught the sight of his face in the light. It was covered in every piercing possible. His outfit consisted of blue cargo pants, a green long-sleeved shirt, and a similar style black jacket. The one picking the lock was a girl as far as he could tell.

That or a really feminine guy with long dirty blonde hair. Her face was down so he couldn't see what she looked like, but clothes mirrored that of her campanions. All of them had something on the right forearms. Raph squinted in the horrible lighting and just made out a tattoo. Purple Dragons, eh? Haven't seen them in a loooong time. A malicisous grin appeared on his face. This is goin' ta be interesting. He lept silently over the alley to the next building and scaled his way down to the back of the alley. He kept to the shadows; not wanting his presence yet known. Piercing was shifting around, looking back-and-forth between the door and th street. Bulky scowled down at him. "Quit shif'en."

"I can't, 'kay? Ah just got this feeling, ya know?" Piercing's voice squeaked out.

Bulky snorted in disgust. "An' you call yer'self a Purple Dragon."

Piercing glared at his companion and opend his mouth to retort when a raspy, gratting voice interjected. "Enough! Gawd, I can't think with the two of you chattering like tweety birds. Do you want to get the goods or not?" Raphael finally got a good look at the person picking the lock. She was definitely a she. Her face was pale, her eyes a stormy grey color, her dirty blonde hair was choppy, and a gemstone glinted on her nose. The only maimed thing about her was probably her voice. It sounded like someone took her vocals through a blender. Her companions didn't reply and she went back to work. Show time! Raphael practically sang in his head. "Ya' know," he drawled out. "Breaking an' entering is against the law, right?"

Immediately, the three punks turned whipped around; each grabbing their weapons that Raph hadn't seen. Still in the shadows, Raph gave them a smirk. "Guess that's a 'yes'?" Bulky surged forward with a roar and swung the pipe he held above his head. Raphael waited until the last moment when he swung to deliver an upper kick to the guys face. Bulky flew backwards into the side of the building. Now in the light, crouched down and ready to spring, Raphael looked over at the other two and quirked an eyeridge. "Next?" This time both of them came foreward. They started swinging and jabbing at him but he blocked them blow-for-blow.

"Awwe, ya' guys, two against one? Ah didn't know ya' cared!" he mocked them. Piercing swung his bat toward the ninja's head. He grabbed it and tugged it the wimp toward him; delivering a roundhouse to the punk. Piercing landed on the ground hard with an 'oof!'. "BASTARD!" the blonde screeched and swung with all her might at Raph's middle. He jumped just in time and landed behind her. "Hey, how was Ah supposed ta' know that you boozoes started recruiting wimps?" Blondie yelled in frustruation and charged him. He moved to the side and tripped her. She stumbled, but he caught her arm and threw her into some trashcans. When she didn't get up, he turned to the wimp quivering behind him. Piercing was gazing at him with wide disbelief. Raphael growled deep in his chest and nearly doubled over laughing when the guy wet his pants. Luckily he didn't, otherwise the effect he was looking for would have been ruined.

He half expected him to faint but he surprised Raph when he scrambled to his feet and ran. The coward won't even stay an' fight! he thought angrily;before lunging after him. He grapped the top of the guy's jacket and pulled him back. Piercing spun around with a yelp which turned to a screech of pain as Raphael kneed him in the stomach. He fell to the ground groaning, clutching his injured middle. Raphael should have felt better from beating the crap out of some Dragons, but his heart still raced. His blood was still boiling. Something in him snapped and he hauled the punk up off the ground and faced him. "Pl-Please, don' k-kill me! It wasn't mah idea, h-honest!" he squeaked out and grabbed Raph's wrists tightly. In his state of mind, Raphael was reliving the fight he had with Leo. The seen where he was humiliated by being pinned was repeatedly coming to back to him. The way Leo had pinned him was with the same force as the guy he was currently holding had his wrists.

Raphael only saw red. With a roar of anger, he grabbed one of the guy's wrists and started twisting; deaf to the guys screams of agony. He twisted it until he heard the sickening snap! of bone breaking. Piercing let out a silent scream and went limp in his arms. He let him fall to the ground unconsious. Raphael stared at him for a minute before blinking a few times. His breathing was ragged, his eyes dialated and his whole body shook with tension. Slowly, his mind started returning to him and his anger disappeared entirerly. What've Ah done? he asked himself over and over again. He felt like he was going to hurl. Stumbling backwards, Raphael leaned against the apartment building for support. "What is wrong wit' meh?" he asked himself hoarsely.

"Alot, Freak!" Someone shouted just before Raphael was bashed in the head with a heavy object. His head exploded with agonizing pain as he fell to his knees. The pain was soo intense, that he didn't even register that he was lying facedown in an grungy alleyway. He heard someone walk by him as he fought to stay concious. Then someone talked. "Come on, Jason. We have to get Geno to the hostpital."

"An' what 'bout 'im?" a gruff voice questioned. "We ain't jus' going ta' leave him wit'out punishment, are we?"

A pause and then- "Leave the freak, we have other problems right now. Besides, Jason, he's down for the count...". To Raph, at that moment, their voices slurred together; like when Mikey talks too fast. He just registered that they left before he blacked out.