Disclaimer: I do not own the TMNT nor the super turtles.

A/N: Revised! In the last few weeks I've come to know something that made me really grow as a writer. It's called drafting, which I did not do for this story. (begins to smack self in head with a mallet) I figure that is only appropriate punishment.

That and the fact that I wasn't really writing AU, I was just kind of writing the turtles with superpowers and different names. I didn't really think about how different they were from their own counterparts. But then I started reading some more stuff on the super turtles( thank goodness for Jessiy Landroz and SS forums!), and I realized that while they're the same to an extent they are also different in a lot of things. I really wanted to continue this story though so instead of scrapping it I'm revising it. I am really sorry for that and that I've messed up. Really sorry!!!! I wanted to also thank you guys for putting up with me on this matter. That really means a lot. Lesson finally learned: Draft!!!! After all that please enjoy the revised chapter two.

Bloboid groaned inwardly as he made his way from training, rubbing the back of his head gingerly. It had been a harder training session than anyone, except Grav, had predicted and even by the middle of it, no one was in a decent mood. It was probably safe to say they weren't even in a half civil mood.

Gridex and Graviturtle had gotten into yet another spat over something that seemed so stupid to the two younger ones, which Shell wasted no time in pointing out. That only dragged him into the fight, leaving Blob to either join in, or watch.

He chose to watch for the time being, not really knowing what was going on, or whose side to take. All he could really say on the fight was that Shellecktro had sounded reasonable, at the beginning at least. Then it all fell apart.

The youngest sighed as he made his way for his room, silently shutting the door and walking towards his closet. It was much too large for what he had in there: A few books, some art supplies from when he was into drawing several months back and some random clothes he had either folded or hung up.

His attention was drawn to the clothes as he took out a light orange sweater along with a dark brown hoody, picking up a pair of discarded custom jeans.

He needed to get out, for how long and where he didn't know. But he needed to get out in the fresh autumn air and clear his head. Everything seemed to be falling apart around him, ever since three months ago. It wasn't just one event either. Though loosing their father had been a great one, it had been more than that to do this damage. They lost friends, some fell in battle, others turned their backs on them and either walked away or joined their enemies. Even with the fall of Shredderious, things were spiraling out of control.

Grid never used to argue with the oldest as much or as violently as he had recently. He was a bit more on the hotheaded impulsive side, but it had always taken more than just a random thing to set him off. And when he did, the oldest never used to retaliate like he had.

If Shell hadn't stepped in when he did…well their fight could have been a lot worse than it had been, his interference may have wound up getting him mixed up in it, but at least it stopped the other two from doing anything they would later regret. Besides speaking that is.

Blob could still hear the fight, as it dragged on. Though by now he could only hear the older two, yelling about something. It was quieter though than it had been, making him hopeful that it would soon be over completely, they would both go blow off some steam then come back later and apologize.

Shaking his head Bloboid pulled on the hoody over the orange shirt and started hunting for shoes, while closing his ears to the sounds outside his room. Finally finding a large set of sneakers under his bed, he quickly tied them up and headed for the door of his room; grabbing his communicator and putting it in his pocket along the way.

Opening the door he froze when he saw his older brother in front of him.

Shell was still in his gear, looking sheepish and concerned at the same time. "Hey." he said in a whisper.

"Hey." Blob whispered back.

"You're going out?"

"Yeah, I need some air…" a loud roar made him flinch. "And just to get out."

The older one nodded. "Are you sure that's a good idea, bro?"

"Yeah, I'll be ok…I just need to get out and clear my head is all." he bit his lip, hoping his brother would just let him go.

Shellecktro seemed to be struggling with that answer. He didn't like the idea of the youngest out somewhere alone. Never had, never would. Blob could take care of himself, but…it was still all the what ifs that got to him. What if he didn't see something in time? What if it got too late and he was still out? What if something happened to him and they couldn't find him? But regardless of his worries, he couldn't keep his brother inside all the time.

"Alright, but give me a few minutes and I'll come with you." He said it was the best compromise he could give.

Blob groaned grabbing his brother's shoulder as he turned to leave. "Shell, wait." once the other was turned around he sighed. His brother was worse than their father had been at times about keeping him safe. "I need to go out on my own this time. Just for a little bit, ok? I promise I'll be back safe and sound in no more than an hour. I'll even check in with Mona if it makes you feel any better."

"You're not going that far, Blob." Shell stated, hands on hips.

"Well…I don't really know where I'm going." he admitted with a sheepish shrug. "But I'll be back ok? Please, Lec, please. I just need to get out."

The orange gear turtle sighed, then nodded, folding his arms. "You check in with us and if you get to where Black Streak and the others live you call us from there. If it gets dark call us and if you see anything call us."

"What no secret handshake too?" he smirked then nodded. "Alright, I'll check in. Just please let me go…"

The older turtle side stepped his brother to let him get through. "You call us, Blob. I don't want anything happening to you."

"What could happen? I'm not going out looking for trouble, I'm just taking a walk." and with that he turned and went towards the door and out it, to do just that. Danger was the last thing on his mind as he passed the statue of the person who helped save their city: The Turtle Titan. Looking up at it as he made his way past he sighed.

"Hope your brothers don't fight like mine do."

X

Blob breathed in deeply as he continued to make his way through the park he wound up in. It was quiet and dusk was far from happening, but his hour was almost up all the same. He had thought about calling in and asking for an extension, however he knew if he did one of his brothers would wind up coming with him and then what was supposed to be a nice walk would turn into awkward silence. He hated being around them much when they fought like that, and since it hadn't happened as often as it now did, he wasn't used to it either.

The words to solve the problems never seemed to be findable any more, or ever. He wasn't much of a jokester, well not anymore. When they were younger he was more mischievous than any of his brothers, but over the years that clown mask took a back seat to what needed to be done. He needed to be a hero, he needed to help watch out for his family even if his attempts where the most subtle. There wasn't any time for joking, or playing around any more. There wasn't even time for pleasant dreams.

He was only fourteen, still a kid, but he felt more adult than most of them walking around. He had witnessed more death and more pain than any one should at such a young age. And he had been a part of it…that's what frightened him the most.

"Hey Mr." A sudden small timid voice interrupted his thoughts as he turned around. His eyes softened as a small boy no more than five came up to him. "Hey Mr. Are you one of the heroes?" he asked looking up with wide expecting eyes at the green face.

Blob smiled and nodded, swallowing the lump that was in his throat. "Yeah, I'm one of them, what's your name?" he kneeled down ruffling the boys brown hair.

"I'm Billy. But my mom calls me William." he had a hard time pronouncing his full name but seemed to beam with pride at it.

The turtle chuckled. "That's a nice name, but where is your mo…" he didn't get any farther before a woman came running around the corner calling for her little boy.

"I am so sorry. He got away from me." she said kneeling down to pick up her boy who seemed obviously upset.

"Don't worry, it was no problem, he's a cool kid." Blob winked at the little boy, the mom just smiled and thanked him, turning away.

Boom!

Not two seconds later a large explosion took place near the park and without thinking, Blob reached across the two feet covering the pair with his body and ordering them to stay down as another blast went off.

Billy was wailing by now in terror as several more explosions rang throughout the air, getting closer with every minute. Before he could react Blob felt the sting of one not twelve feet from them, forcing them all to the ground, skidding at least a foot.

"RUN!" he ordered, reaching for his communicator only to find it was broken in the explosion and now lay in pieces at his side. The couple obeyed taking off as fast as they could, leaving the turtle to look around and use his body as shield…but the next boom wasn't closer to him, it was two feet from the mother and child and sent them spinning through the air and landing with a sick thud on the ground.

The hero's eyes widened in horror as he raced over to them, skidding by their sides, the woman's head was rolled at an unnatural position and the boys own body laid mangled. Against hope he searched for a pulse….and found nothing.

If he was aloud to be normal, he would have cried for them, but this wasn't the time. Gently stroking the boy's face he lifted him into his mother's arms and wrapped them around the child. After that small act, he growled, getting up and turning his direction towards where the bombs had come from.

His fists clenched and eyes narrowed as he laid eyes on about twelve teenagers. Some of them looked older about twenty years old and they were all dressed in black shirts with dark jeans that played against their skin tones. Some of them were darker, tanned, some of them were as pale as snow. But none of them seemed to care about who they hit, chanting out war cries and gang calls.

One of them, he assumed was the leader locked onto Blob's gaze, sneered unaware of the damage he did and not caring as he gave orders and they all disappeared into a back alley heading towards an older part of town. Blob growled, clenching his fists and gave chase. He knew he should call his brothers, but at the same time he didn't have any way to and if he stopped he might loose them.

They were only punks, he could take them by himself, besides if he called the others would just worry about him more and after they had been walking on egg shells around him for days after the earlier incident, he didn't want to cause more trouble. The memory was now at the back of his mind where it belonged. And as he skidded around the corner he realized just how much of a good thing that was.

They were all their, even more than he had seen, all armed, some with chains and bats, others with guns. It was an ambush and apparently he was their target.

The apparent leader sneered, raising what looked like flash bomb. "What I tell ya? I told you all the freak would follow us."

"Do you know you killed two people?!" Blob growled, taking a defensive stance yet not attacking.

"Well…you actually might want to chalk it up to three!" he smiled maliciously before throwing the flash bomb right at the turtle. Blob moved, but not fast enough before it hit, his eyes immediately went out of focus and into blackness as he hit the ground.

He could hear thugs all around him. "Alright boys, the only way to make a name for yourselves is by taking out someone invincible. So get lets get to it." by the time he was finished, Blob was up attempting to fight and avoid blows, while trying to remember a way out of there. He thought about bounding off the sides of the wall to get to safety and get help. Before he could make a move however he felt a heavy blow of a bat rattle off his shell and slamming him into the ground.

He didn't make it up before more started in on him. He started fighting back…but he couldn't see, he couldn't even tell what direction was what anymore as they all came at him. All he could do was hit the ground over and over again as memories he didn't want flowed in.

To Be Continued…

A/N: I hate the villains, but I like this chapter better than the other one! I swear I thought I learned my lesson the last time this happened, but no, I decided to be an idiot…sorry, rant over. Anyways once again I am so sorry for this. If this ever happens again please hit me over the head with a frying pan repeatedly! I'll even supply the frying pan!! Please let me know what you think.

Take care

Be blessed

your friend

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