Title: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: A Dark History
Author: Georgina Ann Price AKA Hannurdock
Summary: TMNT FanFic
Disclaimer: All TMNT characters belong to Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird. No disrespect is intended by writing these stories.
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1: City of Terror, Prologue
A solitary scream pierced the foreboding darkness of a city that was renowned for its violence and fear. That sound was not unusual, accompanied only seconds later by urgent police sirens. Violence and lawlessness was an everyday factor of life. People in the drab and foggy city knew the curfew times and abided by them because if the didn't, they could be mugged, raped for even murdered.
There was another cry in the dark alleyways. It was almost predictable, yet, this time no sirens accompanied it. The screams came again, louder this time, full of fear. The person crying out was a middle-aged woman. Her eyes were wide open in fear and wet with tears. She looked around herself despairingly as only a moment ago she had been running. The alleyway swallowed her fragile form in its misty darkness. She heaved a sigh of relief followed by panicked breathing as she saw her tormentors return, five young street toughs, hardened by the city's cold. Their evil thoughts were fixed upon the handbag she was holding which contained less than five dollars. Then, one of the young men brought out a gun from a concealed pocket within his moth-eaten old coat. The woman opened her mouth to scream again, but the gun exploded. She dropped to the ground and her heart ceased to beat. The young men snatched away her purse, yanking it from the head that, even in death would not let go. They laughed together and ran off with their prize that has been bought so dearly, unaware of how little this prize will actually serve them.
A moment later a siren echoed as a police car rolled into view. The woman's dead eyes, open and still wide with fear, reflected the siren's headlights. The car stopped and two men emerged clutching their guns. They turned away when they saw the body before them, one was violently sick, and muttered in a horrified whisper "My God!".
The other man knelt over the body and felt for her pulse in vain.
"Anything?" asked the first man to the latter.
"Nothing. Call Sterns and tell him what's happened, if he cares that is!"
"What happened here Bill? Do you think its The Monsters?" The first man asked of the other called Bill, recollecting in his fear the terrible stories he had heard as a young man.
"Monsters, Dave?" Bill scornfully replied to his shaken friend. "The only monsters are the street gang's this city is plagued with. This is another one of those damned murders. What did Sterns call it? 'A Silent Murder Spree'! No clues are ever left. Its an almost supernatural kill, leaving no evidence. How can anyone commit such a crime...."
Dave looked away. "Helpless" he muttered, more to himself than his comrade "Utterly helpless!"
Suddenly a noise distracted the two men from their morbid thoughts. It sounded like a youth laughing. Dave and Bill looked around themselves but in truth both men knew exactly where the noise had come from. A storm drain beneath their feet. Bill shone his torch down the drain but revealed nothing except slime.
"Its probably rats Bill" Dave nervously said.
"Has a rat ever sounded like someone laughing?" responded Bill, logic still prevailing over fear.
"I don't think it sounded like a laugh" David lied, his fear cresting in his pale blue eyes, rimmed with wrinkles from his years in the force. "More like a squeak".
Bill knew David lied through his teeth when he was afraid, but more so, he knew it was the perfect excuse to call for back up. He wasn't about to venture down into a dark sewer with a guy who shook in fear.
"Please lets go call for back up" David pleaded, his voice torn.
"But the radio to the car's out. We'd have to go to the station directly. And the body, we can't just leave that poor girl lying there!"
"She's not going to go anywhere. Besides, we won't be long, will we? A few minutes that's all. What can happen in a few minutes?" David insisted.
The two men abandoned the corpse for the warmth and safety of their vehicle. They drove away, both secretly relieved that they were away from the scene of the crime, and leaving to get help.
Less than half hour later Bill and Dave returned with five other policemen from their precinct. Bill blinked in amazement as he scoured the alley for the body. It had gone.
An angry man, known and despised by all at the precinct shook his head as he looked into the dimly lit, empty alleyway. This man was called Chief Sterns. He was a cruel and unkind man to the officers beneath him. Bill knew he was in trouble.......
To be continued ....