Oh no April! She was my favorite female character! I cant believe this shes dead! Its so sad! I started crying at this fic...Is there a continue? (Great fic though)

NO! APRIL! DON'T DIE! NO! YOU CAN'T! (sob sob sob) S-she's dead! NO!

TCT (T.T)

Whoa...awesome story... Just...great... *lost for any other words that would not repeat what she has already said*

(cries) Oh, mercy...Poor April.

Merry Christmas!

LN

Whoa. That was great. Deep too. Heart-wrenching really, especially the last line.

Love, peace and chicken grease

Cheese Monkey

Akumu Nightmare "I believe"

My thought is that it was mikey by this note

"He had willingly volunteered his services as a pack mule. We had then spent a happy half hour liberating my refrigerator and pantry of anything edible"

"Food!" mikey all right

On the story itself

...

...

...

Thinking how best to say this...

..WoW Ultima WoW

The vision

The description

The feeling

Breathless is how I feel true and wonderful work from the heart and mind

WOW...WHOA...creepy...awesome...spooky...wonderful! is it finished! i hope not! which turtle are you talking about, who got hurt and is with a dead (i'm presuming she's dead) April? really good story! *clap clap*

Wow D. I have no words to describe how absolutely tremendous that was. NONE. The word perfect doesn't even come close.

You did an amazing job of keeping our mutant hero anonymous, which I think adds a lot to the feel of the story. And the descriptions and use of language were second to none.

WOW. *Hands Dierdre a TMNT fanfic medal* I can think of few works that deserve this as much as this one.

~SASSY

Man, this piece was the epitome of angst! From the very beginning, I was pulled in and that's what I love about your stories. They're always so poignant and beautiful. I'm surprised I don't drool whenever you update or write another story. You're such a great writer! I felt so bad for April though. She was dying and yet she thought everything was going to be okay. See, that's why the boys are so tortured now. If they ever get involved with humans, then they will always have to live in fear that something might happen to their human friends/associates. Seriously, great job!

Well, well. Another work of art to come out of the almighty Dierdre. *happily rub hands together, about to take a big bite of the literary cookie that is Dierdre's latest creation: 'Akumu.'*

Assuming it's Japanese, I gotta ask: what does 'akumu' mean? Hmph.. maybe I'll get the answer as I read.

Kay. I'm a bad person. I just.. read the entire thing without even so much as GLANCING at the review box. Yes, you must shoot me, for I am a bad reader. *stands up against a wall and draws a red cross on her forehead* Go ahead; shoot me now.

No, but seriously, I was pulled in by your gory, descriptive words, and I think it was inevitable. But, I'll try to back track and think of something useful to say.

Kay, so the very opening paragraph was extremely rich with details, and that was actually where you managed to pull me in, to never let go of me until I'd read the very last word.

Then, there was Splinter's advise in the unpredictability of amateurs, and that's when I just KNEW something bad was about to happen. The part where this mysterious turtle got shot had me grabbing the mouse in white knuckled fear.

But it soon became quite clear that April was the one with the serious injury, not to mention blind. My god, the fear coming off your words as she realized she'd lost her sight was just masterfully done, and so true to life. I remember my mom telling me about the time she fell asleep in one of those tanning booths back in the early eighties. When she woke up in the hospital, she had major burn injuries all over her body, but what scared her the most was the fact the she couldn't see. She was blind! Apparently, she'd burned off the corneas, and it wasn't until three days later that she got her sight back.

April's panic at being blind was naturally very realistic.

Then there was the awesome descriptions on her different stages of pain. And, my god, the part about the seizure was so wonderfully written, I really think you ought to give yourself a big pat on the back for that one. I'm sure it was quite the challenge to write a seizure through the eyes of the person who was having it, but you did it perfectly.

Then, after the seizure, and most of the pain had evaporated, when April just fell into the dangerous sense of peace that seemed to embrace her, unaware of what was actually happening.

I felt so bad for whoever the turtle was once he pleaded her to stay with him, and April couldn't understand why he was so upset.

Man, what a great one shot, dripping with life-real descriptions and swelling emotion. You really outdid yourself with this one.

As for who the mystery turtle is, I suppose the author note at the beginning about RD being a huge DONNIE fan should tell me that it was Donatello. But it could've just as easily have been Leo, since he's your fav and all. But actually, the one I find myself leaning towards is Mikey. I don't know, there was a kind of innocent kindness in his words that brought my mind to him. But of course, that is a kindness Don shares, so I guess then I'm back right where I started. I'm just gonna decide that I can't decide between Mikey and Donnie.

Either way, this was a masterpiece meant for both my fav list and my C2 file. Brava, you out-of-worldly talented Alaskan, you.

**Is speechless**

I don't have enough words of praise in my vocabulary to do this fic justice. Amazing descriptions of the whole scene, very vivid imagery, a storyline that draws in the reader from the very start - and left this reader stunned at the end. Particularly effective was that April didn't seem to realise what was happening to her and the mild confusion at the upset.

See? Not enough praise words in my vocab. Looking back over this review doesn't even begin to describe how good the story was or how emotional I felt after reading.

A fabulous job! This is going straight onto my fave stories list.

Wow... I was looking for stuff to read, and let me just let you know how happy that I am to have stumbled upon your fic: indescribably. Seriously, this is absoballyfreakinlutly wonderful, Dierdre.

I think I've told you this before... but whatever; I'll say it again. I love your descriptions. The terms that you use just.. flow together perfectly.

April's point of view... excellent, especially since there doesn't seem to be many fics written from her perspective... That is, unless I'm blind and missed 'em all ;). I love how you went through everything with her, including the seizure...

I like how you didn't exactly tell which one of the boys was with April at the time. I also like how you ended it, with that line... and how April didn't really seem to be aware that she was dying at that moment.

Excellent job, and I commend you for your fabulous work! *favorites*

~Shadowflame

Incredible. Simply incredible. I've read a lot of fics that center on character death, but I've never read one where April gets whacked. And I've never read one as well done as this.

You certainly don't pull any punches. You hit us with a one-two punch, and then another one-two punch as you brillainly describe every stage of April's ordeal, from the shock to the intense pain to no pain and to the feeling of peace.

And that last line? That was the K.O. baby! I am holding back tears. Again, simply incredible.

Whoa... Dierde, that was beautiful. Very sad... very graphic... very good

Yeesh, brutal. Yet poetic. Brutal poetry, that's gonna be the name I dub your writing style. It was Donatello, I know, because the description of leather and vanilla candles is him. Vanilla candles is NOT Raph. But even if I'm wrong, it doesn't matter. Truly, it could be any one of the guys because they would all react the same way. They would each be as brave, as selfless. They would each feel the same grief.

Masterful, yet again. Your writing puts the reader (this one at least) right there in the midst of the action. I felt like I was hovering over the turtle's left shoulder, watching the whole time, trying to get a peek at April's injury. Wow. That kind of transportive (is that the word?) skill is hard to come by. Thank you.