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First in a three part story

Testudoess' Origin has changed (AGAIN)

This is how herself and her other 'Perfect Ones' lives were before meeting the TMNT

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Day 1

It has been 3 months 1 week and 2 days since I, Dr. David H. Luckman, resigned from my position of study about genetics and the human mind. I used to work next to a highly intelligent individual, only known by Co-workers as 'Bishop'. His own singular research was far greater than all the lecturers combined. I retrieved a copy of said research myself, unbeknownst to Bishop. The sudden flee will be shocking, but we are only pawns to the other, he will not find it suspicious. The fool. With his information in my hands, and many employees ready to work under me, my vision will begin to become a reality. The day all other humans shall fall.

Day 44

After much experimenting, we are almost ready to begin. Studying how a variety of animal subjects configure with different species is actually quite fascinating. The research of combining animals in test tubes show us which species would be best to mutate for my vision. No insects have survived.

Day 102

The first step to my vision has been discovered, in the most unusual of creatures. It is apparent that there is a chemical in the shells of turtles that is able to enhance the mutation process. This chemical is now referred to Mytite. If my vision is to be reality, turtles will have to be in the lab at all times. The tank shall arrive tomorrow.

Day 186

The necessary theories and measurements have been obtained. The project shall now commence. The procedure will take the maximum time of a week. 50 human test subjects have been brought in. 45 unwilling.

Day 193

The process was a complete failure. All 50 subjects died within the tubes. Measurements and adjustments must be made for the survival of the creatures. More Mytite must be obtained.

Day 259

The first break-through. 9 of the newest subjects survived the process. However, with most inconvenience, the subjects survived 53 minutes at the most in their new forms. With this new information, it will increase the mortality rate of other subjects. My vision is drawing closer.

Day 311

After 310 days of hard work, research and 684 subject deaths, I have created 10 mutant-human-turtles. They are in magnificent health and posture. Vital signs are excellent. Tests will now be performed to find how much of their previous human intellect was retained during the mutation.

Day 327

The creatures who didn't retain their original intelligence were unstable, emotional and were nothing more than deranged animals. I was forced to have them put down, out of their misery. A loss of eight perfect mutations. Only two males remain.

Day 346

Creature No.0688 killed himself out of clinical depression. He retrieved a scalpel, as No.0692 was being tested, and drove it into his neck. An unfortunate loss and great annoyance. A team of psychologists will now keep a rather close eye on No.0692.

Day 350

After much consideration, it has been decided that No.0692 should have a more lively range of living quarters. The blank walls we've kept him within must drive him to insanity. I would not approve of my only surviving 'Perfect One' to harm himself from something that can be well prevented. His new room shall have a double bed, a couch and plenty of novels for him to keep his intellect fresh. His nutrients in the IV fluids I'm administering are keeping him healthy and strong. I have made the decision to give him a name. Kura-Kura means 'turtle' in Indonesian. I find it quite fitting.

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Kura-Kura's POV

I hate these people. They expect me to want to read any of these book. I wouldn't read anything thicker than my wrist, human or thing. That won't change.

What have they done to me, I ask myself this everyday. My tanned skin now a shade of green. My back kept straight with a shell attached to my spine. My chest now hardened. And yellow and red markings adorning a variety of places on my body. I'm ugly. Hideous. Not even human anymore. Just a thing. A monster.

My thoughts go before this. My job as a Wal-Mart Janitor was barley able to keep my bills from escalating. Not something I miss. Then I remember of my family, my father, mother and older brother, taking care of my three younger siblings. There's a 8 gap year between me and my younger brother Damon. Again, they took up all my parents time from me, so I don't miss that either. But I can remember one person I miss more than anything or anyone else. Her.

Monya. My Monya. If you were to see me like this…I wouldn't know what to do. But I'll never see you again, so I shouldn't worry too much. But, oh, how I love to remember you. How you decided to move all the way from Russia to the U.S.A. How you would never let your parents run your life again. How we fell in love.

I remember how we met. A hot summers day. My car in dire need of a wash, I went to the car wash for just that. Then I saw you, strutting towards me like you owned the entire city. Your body glistening from the soap and water that had not yet dried off. Your wet, raven black hair sweeping behind you, keeping it from covering the view of your black and white bikini. You looked amazing.

All through the Summer I'd come with my car, dirty or not, and you were the only one who would come and wash it till almost new, looking sexy as anything, no matter what bikini you were wearing. Then, when it was raining, I still came back and saw you waiting there. That was the first time I had the guts to talk to you and your accent sent shivers all down my spine. One conversation turned to many. No matter rain or shine, you were there.

You were the one who asked me out, the one who began our relationship. At first I felt a little self-conscious about you making the first move but later, I found that you just didn't want to be controlled. It was easier to except then.

You were the one who said it was time to hold hands. To cuddle. Kiss. Fondle. But I am proud to say that I was the one who was the first to suggest we made love. Oh, Monya, you looked far too enticing when you purred, "I fought you'd never~ ask." We've been together for 3 ½ years. Only days before this demented experiment I had decided we were going to marry. But now, heh, what's the likelihood of that?

All these psychologists are concerned that I will make the same mistake as the other one. No, you saved me from death once, I will not take that for granted. For you, my Monya, I will endure this.

I miss you so much. If only I wasn't a thing. If only we could be together again. If only

I said 'I love you' one last time.

Description
First in a three part story

Testudoess' Origin has changed (AGAIN)

This is how herself and her other 'Perfect Ones' lives were before meeting the TMNT

------

Day 1

It has been 3 months 1 week and 2 days since I, Dr. David H. Luckman, resigned from my position of study about genetics and the human mind. I used to work next to a highly intelligent individual, only known by Co-workers as 'Bishop'. His own singular research was far greater than all the lecturers combined. I retrieved a copy of said research myself, unbeknownst to Bishop. The sudden flee will be shocking, but we are only pawns to the other, he will not find it suspicious. The fool. With his information in my hands, and many employees ready to work under me, my vision will begin to become a reality. The day all other humans shall fall.

Day 44

After much experimenting, we are almost ready to begin. Studying how a variety of animal subjects configure with different species is actually quite fascinating. The research of combining animals in test tubes show us which species would be best to mutate for my vision. No insects have survived.

Day 102

The first step to my vision has been discovered, in the most unusual of creatures. It is apparent that there is a chemical in the shells of turtles that is able to enhance the mutation process. This chemical is now referred to Mytite. If my vision is to be reality, turtles will have to be in the lab at all times. The tank shall arrive tomorrow.

Day 186

The necessary theories and measurements have been obtained. The project shall now commence. The procedure will take the maximum time of a week. 50 human test subjects have been brought in. 45 unwilling.

Day 193

The process was a complete failure. All 50 subjects died within the tubes. Measurements and adjustments must be made for the survival of the creatures. More Mytite must be obtained.

Day 259

The first break-through. 9 of the newest subjects survived the process. However, with most inconvenience, the subjects survived 53 minutes at the most in their new forms. With this new information, it will increase the mortality rate of other subjects. My vision is drawing closer.

Day 311

After 310 days of hard work, research and 684 subject deaths, I have created 10 mutant-human-turtles. They are in magnificent health and posture. Vital signs are excellent. Tests will now be performed to find how much of their previous human intellect was retained during the mutation.

Day 327

The creatures who didn't retain their original intelligence were unstable, emotional and were nothing more than deranged animals. I was forced to have them put down, out of their misery. A loss of eight perfect mutations. Only two males remain.

Day 346

Creature No.0688 killed himself out of clinical depression. He retrieved a scalpel, as No.0692 was being tested, and drove it into his neck. An unfortunate loss and great annoyance. A team of psychologists will now keep a rather close eye on No.0692.

Day 350

After much consideration, it has been decided that No.0692 should have a more lively range of living quarters. The blank walls we've kept him within must drive him to insanity. I would not approve of my only surviving 'Perfect One' to harm himself from something that can be well prevented. His new room shall have a double bed, a couch and plenty of novels for him to keep his intellect fresh. His nutrients in the IV fluids I'm administering are keeping him healthy and strong. I have made the decision to give him a name. Kura-Kura means 'turtle' in Indonesian. I find it quite fitting.

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Kura-Kura's POV

I hate these people. They expect me to want to read any of these book. I wouldn't read anything thicker than my wrist, human or thing. That won't change.

What have they done to me, I ask myself this everyday. My tanned skin now a shade of green. My back kept straight with a shell attached to my spine. My chest now hardened. And yellow and red markings adorning a variety of places on my body. I'm ugly. Hideous. Not even human anymore. Just a thing. A monster.

My thoughts go before this. My job as a Wal-Mart Janitor was barley able to keep my bills from escalating. Not something I miss. Then I remember of my family, my father, mother and older brother, taking care of my three younger siblings. There's a 8 gap year between me and my younger brother Damon. Again, they took up all my parents time from me, so I don't miss that either. But I can remember one person I miss more than anything or anyone else. Her.

Monya. My Monya. If you were to see me like this…I wouldn't know what to do. But I'll never see you again, so I shouldn't worry too much. But, oh, how I love to remember you. How you decided to move all the way from Russia to the U.S.A. How you would never let your parents run your life again. How we fell in love.

I remember how we met. A hot summers day. My car in dire need of a wash, I went to the car wash for just that. Then I saw you, strutting towards me like you owned the entire city. Your body glistening from the soap and water that had not yet dried off. Your wet, raven black hair sweeping behind you, keeping it from covering the view of your black and white bikini. You looked amazing.

All through the Summer I'd come with my car, dirty or not, and you were the only one who would come and wash it till almost new, looking sexy as anything, no matter what bikini you were wearing. Then, when it was raining, I still came back and saw you waiting there. That was the first time I had the guts to talk to you and your accent sent shivers all down my spine. One conversation turned to many. No matter rain or shine, you were there.

You were the one who asked me out, the one who began our relationship. At first I felt a little self-conscious about you making the first move but later, I found that you just didn't want to be controlled. It was easier to except then.

You were the one who said it was time to hold hands. To cuddle. Kiss. Fondle. But I am proud to say that I was the one who was the first to suggest we made love. Oh, Monya, you looked far too enticing when you purred, "I fought you'd never~ ask." We've been together for 3 ½ years. Only days before this demented experiment I had decided we were going to marry. But now, heh, what's the likelihood of that?

All these psychologists are concerned that I will make the same mistake as the other one. No, you saved me from death once, I will not take that for granted. For you, my Monya, I will endure this.

I miss you so much. If only I wasn't a thing. If only we could be together again. If only

I said 'I love you' one last time.