Masked in Green

New Beginnings

“Kodomo, what is your story?” I had a feeling the mutated rat called Splinter was speaking to me but still I didn’t know how to answer.

“Um I don’t have a story, sir the last thing I remember is waking up here.” All four of the turtle brothers looked at me wide eyed. Donatello the purple clad ninja sat down beside me. I’ve been told their story and that story of Raphael saving my life. Still I did not understand how I had got here. I don’t know who I am so I can’t answer any of the continuous questions being thrown at me, except one.

"Anything, you don't remember anything at all?" The blue one, Leonardo seemed to be interrogating me.

"No, wait uh my name starts with A."

“Kodomo, there is a quick and easy test to see how old you are but I would need a strand of your hair.” Uneasily I ripped out a few strands of my brunette hair and handed them to Donatello.

“So Donatello would you be doing a DNA test on my hair particles in an enclosed, scientifically correct testing chamber?” I asked making conversation. His face lit up as he grabbed my hand and led me back around to an old subway car with the top and front ripped off. He placed the hair in the chamber, handed me a pair of goggles and started the DNA testing process. Lights blinked and switches flipped as Donnie smiled turning to me he asked the one question I could sort of answer.

“How did you know what kind of experiment I was doing?” The purple clad ninja locked eyes with me. “If you don’t remember anything before waking up here, how did you know that?”

He was right of course I shouldn’t have been able to know what he was doing but funny thing the answer to the question was in my head. I knew the answer, it just didn’t seem logical.

“Well I still have my knowledge but I don’t have any memories, just logic and facts.” A loud beeping sounded from the DNA machine and a long sheet of paper spat out at the resident brainiac. His eye’s scanned the paper as he led me back to the couch where only Splinter sat. “Where did everyone go?” I asked but his eyes remained closed, his brow furrowed in frustration. I walked closer my hand outstretched to wake him when a searing pain in my head brought me to the ground. My knees buckled and I hit the concrete with such force it brought all four turtles to my side.

“A, are you okay?” Leonardo’s voice echoed in my still throbbing head, and as suddenly as the pain came it ceased. I opened my eyes and was lying on the couch again, Splinter leaned over me.

“Ah you’re awake. Donatello you may read the results.” The brainiac stood facing me as I sat intently up. Michelangelo sat beside me, a goofy smile spread across his green features.

“You were born July 22 1998 making you fifteen. Also I did a brain test while you were asleep, I’m diagnosing you with memorial amnesia, meaning you have no memories just your-”

“Logic and facts. Great.” I concluded. Leo patted my shoulder from behind me but I swatted his hand away. I could feel my anger rising, why couldn’t I have kept my memories? “Ya’ll got a punching bag?” I asked agitated. Raphael perked up a little, a small smirk forming on his face; he stood and pointed across the room to a very beat up bag. Standing up from the couch I matched his smirk and launched myself over the couch, tumbled across the floor and used the bridge to catapult myself to the punching bag. I kicked and punched that bag over and over again each time with the same strength as the last till it finally broke off the chain. It flew to the wall as I stood there panting, my eyes glazed over in anger.

“Whoa there A your like glowing red.” The red banded turtle shook my shoulder as I came back to reality. Donatello and Mikey were staring open mouthed at the two of us, while Splinter made his way over to where we were standing. Leo however smiled.