Disclaimer: I own nothing from Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are theirs. I'm just writing a fanfic. Don't sue me. Please…
Chapter One
New York City.
It was another evening to go out and stand on the rooftops to look for criminals. Four dark figures came forward from the darkness. A scream came from down below. Someone was being mugged. One of the figures motioned the others to come with him.
"Give up the purse, lady!" said a young punk. He wore a baseball cap backwards and had a wife beater shirt on. He wore jeans and had a baseball bat in his hands. The other young man had no shirt on and khakis and was tattooed. He held a knife in his hands.
Soon a yell came out from the distance. The man with the bat was knocked head over heels with a kick to the jaw dropping his baseball bat. He was then unarmed and at the mercy of a dark figure wearing a bandana. He was picked up by the shirt and thrown into an alley. The other young man tried to help his comrade only to be punched in the face and knocked unconscious.
"So, you like terrorizing people, huh?" One of the dark figures shouted at the man with the cap.
"PP…please! Don't hurt me!" He stammered.
"Stay away from this place!" said another figure.
"Okay! Please, let me go!"
And with that the mysterious figure dropped the man and he took off running away leaving his friend to be left at the mercy of the four figures. The woman took off running.
"Nice, Raph." said one figure. They turned out to be anthropomorphic turtles! They each had a weapon in hand.
"Thanks, Mikey." He replied. "What are we going to do with you now?" He motioned to the still unconscious young man who had the knife. Raph took the knife and threw it in one of the garbage cans in the alley.
"Looks like you won't need that anymore." He said gruffly.
"Raphael, stop. The guy is still unconscious."
"Look, Don. I don't need to have you telling me what to do. It's bad enough for me to have Leo doing the same thing."
"Guys! I really don't want you fighting over this! We should do something about this guy. He is still young. Not to mention still knocked out by that punch to the face."
"Are you saying we should take this kid into our lair, Leo? You're out of your mind! He's just a crooked kid! Let's leave him!"
"Something in my head says to take him in. He will learn manners and be taught so by Master Splinter. He won't be going anywhere except with us."
