I'm Melena... most my life, I've been a loner... an orphan, on the run from life iteself. I don't have a real family, a real home, or a real last name.

My biological parents abandoned me on the front doorstep of an orphange, in northern Mississippi. I was tossed from foster home to foster home, both good and bad homes. I would have great parents at one point, then something would happen like them moving away and I would go back to the orphanage, waiting for the next family to take me in.

The last family that I had was horrible! I would get locked away in my room or the attic, just according to how bad they thought I was being. They already had other adopted kids, they were treated the exact same way, herded to their room by a big black mining belt. Ever been hit with one of those? Well, you don't want to...

My adopted father of that family was a hard-working, cruel man. Everyday, he would come home expecting the house to be spotless and dinner to be on the table, even if he came home early. Then after dinner he would call me or my adopted sister into the living room and... Well, I don't want to talk about that.

Eventually, I ran away. I couldn't take it there anymore. Even though I was only 13, I was on my own. Living in non-civilized areas of the south is not a fun thing. That's why, over a year's time, I gathered up enough spare change to get a bus ticket for New York City. A homeless, penniless teenager not even half way through puberty in a big city like that... now there's a perfect equation for trouble!

Living in alleys or under bridges, avoiding hormonally driven scumbags is certainly a way to toughen up.

Then one day... BAM! I wake up and I'm about 18! I'm serious. I fall asleep one night under a bridge, the next morning I find myself in a homeless shelter about 4 years older, with different clothes, taller, longer hair, glowing eyes, and breasts! Yeah, so the glowing eyes are a bit strange, but I didn't notice till after people started running away or trying to kill me.

I'm a mutant. I didn't even know what a mutant was when I woke up, but I was one. I could move better than a gymnast or contortionist, faster than a top-notch sprinter, agile like a cat, stronger than the average body builder, and when I got hurt it just healed itself FAST! The only physical way to tell I was different is through my eyes. Apparently, my eyes let me see through others' mental or spell illusions; not that I have any clue why...

Did I forget to mention that I can go invisible? Well, I can.

I was just walking down the street one day and wanted to blend into the crowd and not be seen. So I did. Again, I have no idea how that happened, but it did.

I'm beginning to think that these powers of mine have come at a cost. My sanity.

Every night when I try to sleep, these horrendous nightmares come. Mainly, I'm being poked and prodded by these scientist guys. It hurts so bad, and I do have all of these scars covering the back of my arms and legs, as well as my entire back.

But then there's other nights, where I see my real mother. Well, sort of. I don't see WHO she is... but I can feel that it is her.

And for some reason... I think that these nightmares are some clue as to who I really am, to those missing four years.

After my Rip Van Winkle performance, a woman found me and brought me to this strange facility. The woman was Phoenix, or as some called her, Phoenix-gal, PG for short. She seemed nice and caring towards me, wanting to help me in the search for those missing years. I agreed to it, I could use all the help I could get. And this place, The Organization, looked like it had the right equipment for searching.

Turns out, these people weren't of much help and this guy, Bruce Reznor, wanted my help in espionage type stuff. I wasn't too keen on that idea, so it was back to the streets for me. Once a loner, always a loner.

I thought being on my own could be a good thing this time around. I had found an abandoned laboratory, which I used as a new home. When I got bored, I would tinker with a few of the "toys" that had just laying around, collecting dust. I didn't know I could fix things. Guess it was just one of those things I must have learned during those four lost years, along with fighting skills.

I know various fighting techniques, various pressure points both deadly and stunning. I don't use them much, though I do practice with them so that I don't forget how to use them when I need to.

I'm gonna skip through some of the stuff that happened to me while I was on my own again because nothing really exciting happened during that time. So, I'll skip on ahead to where I met the most wonderful guy.

Phoenix had caught up with me again, though now, she was completely different. Somehow she had gotten turned into this greek goddess. I'm not much on religion anymore, lost my faith by the time I went into adolescence. Anyway, she's super powerful now, have to be careful with my thoughts around her.

She brought me to this one apartment and just gave it to me. Said she had no use for it now and just gave it to me. I don't have to pay for anything. She also gave me this buttload of money!

I don't know why she was being so nice to me, something about not liking seeing me living on the streets. And to top it all, she introduced me to this mutant turtle, Michaelangelo. He was such a sweetie. Very polite, considerate, caring, and I just love turtles! I even have a turtle tattoo on my back.

Within one hour, we were getting along great! Then... his family called, they were going on some kind of mission, in space. He asked me to come along. So I did.

Hey, I had nothing better to do...

It was a very wild trip. During the weeks we were out in space, I sorta fell in love with Mike. It just... happened. We kept getting closer, even though he was head over heels for Emer. It was a lot of emotional torture for me at that point.

Guess what else I found out! The reason why Phoenix was so kind to was because I am her daughter!! I was so freaked out about that, and very pissed off too! Why shouldn't I be? She knew me for years and never told me. And to top it off, she wasn't going to tell me... one of her other kids told me. Even Mike knew!

It took a while, but I calmed down and just felt hurt and betrayed, but didn't show it through violence.

Then it was time to head home, thank goodness. But before we had the chance to make it back to Earth... Mike just suddenly seemed to be in love with me. Yeah, I was slightly confused when he came to my room that night and stayed. Nothing really happened aside from a few sweet words and kissing, but hey... I was getting the man I cared deeply for.

After we got back home, I caught on to the fact that something was wrong. It turned out that some spell had been casted on him to make him love me instead of Emer. That certainly isn't how I wanted to end up being with him. So, I broke off our little relationship, and broke his heart. That was so the last thing I wanted to do, but I did.

He went into a depression, and I couldn't let that happen. So, I sorta started hanging around him more. However, the more I was around him, the more I wanted to be with him as a girlfriend. Of course, I couldn't do that, not with that spell on him.

But after a while, I couldn't resist him any longer, not with everything he was saying. Like I said, he's such a sweetie.

I still stayed at my apartment, and would visit from time to time. One night when Itried to visit, I sorta volunteered my help on a mission. When I volunteered, I didn't know I was gonna get turned into a demon and sent to Hell. But that's what happened. Probably one of the worst things that could happen. It released a passion, a fury, and answers in me. None of what I needed or really wanted.

The passion was directed all towards Mike. If Jadeite hadn't interrupted every night, its untelling what might have happened... So, thank you, Jae!

The fury was directed towards Fuko, a demon who had the hots for me. Not only was he an annoying pervert, but he was a complete a$$hole. I was ready to rip his f***ing throat out! Never have I felt such a rage within myself.

The answers I got came in the form of dreams. It was as though I was an assassin, killing people... for fun. Oh, I hated that, especially after I was turned human again. I was so disturbed by those dreams, I thought that they might be true. Little did I know, they were...

I went back to Hell for a different mission and ended up being kidnapped by this woman. She was Malaki, once the evil part of Phoenix. Anyway, she wanted to get at Phoenix by torturing me since I'm her daughter. First, Malaki painfully gave my memories of those four years back to me, I was so right about not wanting those memories back. Then, she handed me over to her sadistic son, Apolyon. This guy was into heavy torture. I am so glad I can heal quickly.

I ended up escaping on my own, since no one else was having any luck at rescuing me. I bargained my way back to the lair, nearly killing Apolyon, but he deserved to die. The world doesn't need scum like that, its bad enough as is. But, Donatello and the others wouldn't let him die. Oh well...

Malaki came with to save her son. What a moron!

After getting free, Mike and I got even closer, I mean REALLY close. It was like I forgot all about the spell on him. I didn't realize what was going on till after I saw Phoenix. Even though she doesn't recall who I am, I know who she is and what role she played in those lost four years.

It turned out that I worked for some militia group as an assassin type person, thing is, that wasn't how I started out. I was more like the group's girl, if ya know what I mean. And guess who just happen to hand me over to them... my dear old mom. How nice of her, eh? Seems like she was getting some part of a deal. I don't exactly know the specifics, but how could anyone hand their own flesh and blood over to people like that is beyond me.

Phoenix has royally ruined my life. I'm serious, ALL of the bad things that happened to me can be traced right back to her. If I stay in the lair I will try to kill her. So, I can't stay at the lair. Mike just had to follow me, so we went back to my apartment. It was just us, no one else around to interrupt. One would think that Mike and I would end up very intimate. Nope. I told him that it really isn't a good idea to get too close right now. But I didn't want him to leave and I offered him to move in with me. He hasn't decided yet, but I do know he is upset about my decision of not being close right now. *sigh* But it just isn't right, feels like I'm taking advantage of him. Scary thing is... a part of me wants to...