It was nighttime on a Friday in New York City. Everything seemed normal on the surface, even for 16 year old Raymond "Travis" Johnson. This odd teen almost always had his frog, Damion with him. Tonight was another one of those times that Travis was going to fight his old foes Jack Lindsey, Toby Harrison, and Blake Davidson. Travis frowned at the three teenagers in front of him. While Travis was the same age as all of these boys, and didn't tower over them, he still had a distinct advantage over the trio: He was a martial artist... and one that was not too shabby, either. His black hair was mostly flat, with the strands parted in the center of his forehead, and cowlicks over his ears and around his head in a half-ring. He had two scars on his face: a small one over his left eye, cutting into his eyebrow, and one small, X-shaped one on the left side of his jaw. Also, on the back of his left hand there was another X shaped scar, longer across than vertically. Damion sat on Travis's head. Travis's gray eyes met with Jack's brown ones.
Jack was thin, but slightly built, with brown hair curling up in the front. He had a sneer on his face, as if he ran the whole city. He had his hands in the pockets of his baggy jeans. Toby was the shortest, with black hair that was jet black, short, greasy, and combed the the side. He had glasses, but he wasn't smart. His fists were out, ready to punch a face. He was just really thin, and thus the smallest out of everyone in the alley. Blake was rather muscular, though not as tall as Jack, and had his teeth gritted, ready for battle. His blue eyes were intense, and the teen had a blond crew cut.
"Ready to give back my frog, Johnny?" Jack asked tauntingly. Travis scowled. "Or do I have to make you?"
"One, your never getting Damion back. And two... Good luck with making me, moron," Travis retorted, taking a fighting stance. Damion hugged Travis's hair for dear life, and for warmth. Jack roared, running at Travis in rage, swinging a lanky arm at thin air. Toby rushed in next, only to be knocked out by a roundhouse kick. His glasses cracked from Travis's foot, and shattered on the pavement when Toby fell. Blake roared deeply, throwing a fist at Travis's abdomen. The fist flew through air, and a chop to the back of the neck finished Blake off. The blond fell to the ground, unconscious. Jack came in to the fray, again, charging like a wild boar. Travis quickly evaded the clumsy attack, tripping Jack with his left foot. Travis's right palm slammed into the back of Jack's head, increasing the force of the fall. Luckily, Jack was rendered unconscious without his head splitting open.
"Guess I won again, right, Damion?" Travis asked his frog. Damion croaked from atop Travis's head in response, nestled in his hair. Travis reached carefully and stroked Damion's head. The frog's eyes closed in contentment. "Now let's go home, buddy!"
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"There's a canister of mutagen around the corner!" Donatello informed his brothers. The turtle scientist frowned at his scanner. "And it seems to be moving!" Leo turned the shell razor around the corner swiftly, and stepped on the brakes. Kraangdroids littered the area, with a canister of mutagen in one's hands. The four ninja's readied themselves as the Kraang noticed them. Three Kraangdroids fired their blasters at the brothers, but each turtle dodged the blaster fire with ease. Raphael stabbed one in the false face with his left sai. Michaelangelo swung his nunchucks at another Kraangdroid, knocking the blaster out of its hand, and snapping the false head off. Leonardo slashed at two Kraangdroids with his ninpo, disabling them quickly. Donatello swatted two Kraangdroids with his bo-staff, one of the falling droids accidentally knocking the canister down an alley, and nearby, a teen and his frog were heading down the street on the other side...
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"I wonder what mom is cooking for dinner, tonight?" Travis mused aloud to Damion. "I hope it's something good." The teen had been walking for a few minutes already, Damion curled up and cozy on his head. Obliviously turning down the alley leading to the fight, Travis suddenly felt something cylindrical underfoot, and slipped, falling on his bottom. "Ack!" The canister opened up, just as Damion fell onto Travis's right hand. The mutagen flowed down all over the ground, and soaked into Travis's jeans and socks. Then the mutagen touched Travis's right hand, and Damion hopped off his owner's hand and into the mutagen as well. Travis suddenly felt a burning sensation, and felt his body rearrange from the inside. Travis then looked down at his hands, seeing his pinkies retract into his now green hands. His entire body was now green, and he then noticed Damion getting bigger. Then came another wave of pain shooting up his spine, and Travis felt his face reconfigure and contort. Travis's eyes started to enlarge, so he shut them and winced in pain. Damion was now standing on two legs, and had already grown to around Travis's size. A deep growl forced between Damion's lips, followed by a deep *ribbit*. The scars from Jack's previous abuse were now clearly visible: a small scar across his sternum, a cross scar on his left pectoral, a long cross scar down the left shoulder and bicep, a scar from the center of his head diagonally to his left "Eyebrow"; a scar from his left oblique diagonally across his upper left abdominal, then turning down vertically across his lower left abdominal; a cross scar all the way across his back, and a cross scar on his right shoulder. Meanwhile, Travis's face looked completely frog-like, with his three scars still visible, and his clothes still on. Now both of them had three fingers and a thumb on each hand, and three toes on each foot. The toes were webbed, but the hands were not. Travis's gray eyes opened a crack. "W-what the...?" His eyes opened up fully, and in a swift motion, Travis leaped up 7 feet in the air. "What the fuck?!"
Damion opened his own eyes, and saw his new body. Now taller than Travis by 7 inches, Damion looked over to Travis's shocked form. "Hey... It's okay. Calm down..." Damion hugged Travis tightly, keeping him grounded but breathing. Damion held his hand over Travis's mouth. "Quiet... do you hear that?" His hand slipped from Travis's mouth, and Travis managed to form a word...
"Damion?" he whispered. Damion nodded.
"Stay quiet... that weird stuff did this to us... I don't know how..." Damion explained quickly. Small noises from lurking ninjas' shuffling around could be heard, along with the scuffling of retreating Kraang. "But I think we might just find out."
On the building behind Travis and Damion, a turtle-shaped shadow is cast. A larger turtle with a black headband over his eyes, a spiky shell, and a malicious gaze looks over the two. It then retreats into the shadows...
Hey! New story, here! TMNT, now! So what will happen to Travis and Damion, and how will they use their new forms... What will anyone say about them, now that they've mutated? Based on the newer series on Nick!
