Kanatasha: Okay, be nice please. This is my first Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fic. Flames are accepted but will be used to cook my pizza!
Michelangelo: PIZZA! Where! Give me some!
Leonardo: Show some manners Mikey!
Raphael: Yeah you nincompoop!
Michelangelo: Hey! Stop with the name calling Raph!
Raphael: Uh....NO!
Michelangelo: YES!
Kanatasha: Will you two please shut up!
Raphael: Uh, we're sorry Kanatasha.
Donatello: So you wrote a story about us?
Michelangelo: Well I feel special. Here, let me read it. *Takes story and reads the first chapter.* MY GOD! How could you!?!?!
Leo/Raph/Donny: What? What is it Mikey?
Michelangelo: Raph gets shot, and I'm the one who shot him!
Raphael: WHAT! *turns to Kanatasha, snarling.* Why you! How dare you put me and my brothers through such torture and lies! You will pay for that!"
Kanatasha: *backs up slowly.* Hey, hey now fellas!
Leonardo: Tear her apart Raph!"
Raphael: With pleasure!
Kanatasha: EEEP! *runs off, yelling.* I DON'T OWN THE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES!"
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It was after 10:30 in the evening. The streets of New York City was still in a uproar. People were hurrying off to their next destination. Wether that be home, work, or someplace else. Below the streets, in the cities sewer, it was also seeing some activity as two boys, around the age of nine were slowly walking along as they joked back and forth with one another. Now why do you suppose two young children were adventuring a deep dark, skanky sewer alone? What parent in their right mind would allow their children to do such a thing? Of course these two boys were not ordinary children. These boys were different in many ways. Each was green and had a shell on their backs. And the sewer was their home. These two boys, Michelangelo and Raphael were not human but actually mutant turtles. These two turtles who were brothers, lived with their other siblings Leonardo and Donatello with their father Master Splinter who also happened to be the four boy's sensei. Now as it has been said these two mutant brothers were slowly walking along as they joked back and forth with one another.
"Nah ah!"
"Yeah!"
"No way! You sure 'bout that Raph?"
"As sure as I'm a turtle!"
"And he was ok?"
The two boys had found themselves talking about an old western show that they had seen earlier. James Tex, a man of good had been shot and killed trying to save the beautiful Azmeralla. This had frightened and upset Michelangelo. Raphael was trying to convince his younger brother that the show was not real and that to his knowledge people can't die from the strange devices that they call guns. Remember, these boys live in the sewer and do not adventure to the streets above.
"What did I just say Mikey? It's all fake! Now will you stop whynning about it?"
Stubbornly, Michelangelo stopped in his tracks and stomped his foot down while crossing his arms.
"I'm not whynning!"
He replied giving off an adorable pout look. Raphael could not help but to smirk at his brother's action. It was normally him who would throw a turtle tantrum.
"Alright! Alright!"
Raphael spoke, raising his hands up in defense.
"You weren't whynning. But can we drop the subject now? We need to get the food!"
Michelangelo immediatly perked up at the word of food.
"Yeah!"
Grabbing a hold of Raphael's arm, Michelangelo began to drag his brother behind him as he began to pick up the pace.
"Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!"
"WOAH! Mikey! Slow down!!!!"
Either choosing to ignore him, or he simply did not hear, Michelangelo continued to drag his brother. Raphael soon grew impatient and roughly jerked out of Michelangelo's grip. Michelangelo stumbled to a stop when the weight had shifted.
"Raph! Why did you go and do that?"
"I can walk my self!"
"Yeah, but....."
"I know you're in a hurry for the pizza, but so am I! And you are NOT eating any until we get back to the lair!"
Michelangelo moaned in protest. He was about to argue but when he saw the look in his brother's eyes, he thought best against it. Now walking at a normal pace, the two turtles kept silent as each followed their gaze around the sewer.
"Dude! What's that?!?"
"What's what?"
"That!"
"I don't see anything"
Rushing foward to what he had seen, Michelangelo knelt down and retrieved a 9mm hand gun.
"Woah! Dude! Check this out!!!"
Walking quickly over, Raphael made an attempt to grab the gun.
"Let me see that!"
Jerking away quickly, Michelangelo held the gun protectivly against his body.
"NO! I found if Raph! So I get to see it first!"
"You've already seen it! Besides, I'm older then you are so I get to see it! Now give it!"
Raphael retorted as he continued to try and grab the gun.
"That's not fair! Everyone's older then me!!"
Michelangelo replied as he twist his body each time Raphael's hands came near the weapon. It wasn't long before the two were rolling along the ground each trying to get ahold of the gun.
"Let go!"
No! You let go!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
The arguement's continued as they rolled along the sewer's floors. A sharp crack echoed throughout the sewer causing the two boys to stop. Michelangelo looked down at Raphael and noticed that his bother's face was twisted in agony. Alarmed, he quickly got off.
"Raph? Are you okay?"
Wordlessly, Raphael raised his hand and pressed it against his left shoulder where the bullet had penitrated his green skin. Looking up at Michelangelo with fear in his eyes, Raphael collapsed on the floor.
"RAPH! RAPH?! Raphael!"
Terrified that his brother was not answering him, Michelangelo began to sob as he shook his brother.
"Wake up! Come on! This isn't funny!"
When he would not answer, Michelangelo did the only thing he could think of. He yelled at the top of his lungs.
"LEO! Donny! LEEEEEEEEE-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
At least half of a block down in a lived area of the sewer, two other turtles' heads' perked up as they heard their name being shouted.
"Was that Mikey?"
"I don't know. It sounded like it."
"DOOOOOOOOOOOO-N-YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"
"Yeah! It was and it sounded like he was in trouble!!!"
Quickly rushing out of their home, Leonardo and Donatello could only imagine what troubles had befallen their brothers. It seemed like forever before Leonardo and Danatello reached the area where their two brother's were.
"Mikey! What is it?"
Leonardo asked out in alarm as he craned his kneck past his brother to see someone lying on the ground, he knew who it was.
"MY GOD! RAPH!!!"
Quickly rushing over, Leonardo knelt on the opposite side of his fallen brother. His eyes widen at the sight of the blood that still continued to ooze out of it's wound. Donatello stood behind them. His eyes widen in fear. His mind screamed at him to move. To help. To save his brother. But fear had gotten the best of him. So he stayed where he was, rooted in his spot.
"Mikey! What happened!"
Leonardo asked looking up at him.
The tears flowed down his round cheeks as his voice came off in broken sentenses.
"We were just......and......then.......it......I...........god!"
Realizing he wasn't going to get anything out of Michelangelo right this minute, Leonardo bent down and scooped up Raphael.
"Donny!"
Donatello's eyes snapped up looking at the oldest of the four. He knew he HAD to help he HAD to overcome his fear. Quickly rushing over, Donatello helped Leonardo carry Raphael back to the den, leaving Michelangelo behind.
"I didn't mean it.................."
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Kanatasha: Well that's the end of this chappy. Want me to continue? Wanna find out if Raphael lives or not? Then review!
Raphael: Get back here you!
Kanatasha: Eeep! HELP!!!!
Leo/Donny/Mikey: Go Raphael! Go Raphael! Go! Go!
Michelangelo: PIZZA! Where! Give me some!
Leonardo: Show some manners Mikey!
Raphael: Yeah you nincompoop!
Michelangelo: Hey! Stop with the name calling Raph!
Raphael: Uh....NO!
Michelangelo: YES!
Kanatasha: Will you two please shut up!
Raphael: Uh, we're sorry Kanatasha.
Donatello: So you wrote a story about us?
Michelangelo: Well I feel special. Here, let me read it. *Takes story and reads the first chapter.* MY GOD! How could you!?!?!
Leo/Raph/Donny: What? What is it Mikey?
Michelangelo: Raph gets shot, and I'm the one who shot him!
Raphael: WHAT! *turns to Kanatasha, snarling.* Why you! How dare you put me and my brothers through such torture and lies! You will pay for that!"
Kanatasha: *backs up slowly.* Hey, hey now fellas!
Leonardo: Tear her apart Raph!"
Raphael: With pleasure!
Kanatasha: EEEP! *runs off, yelling.* I DON'T OWN THE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES!"
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It was after 10:30 in the evening. The streets of New York City was still in a uproar. People were hurrying off to their next destination. Wether that be home, work, or someplace else. Below the streets, in the cities sewer, it was also seeing some activity as two boys, around the age of nine were slowly walking along as they joked back and forth with one another. Now why do you suppose two young children were adventuring a deep dark, skanky sewer alone? What parent in their right mind would allow their children to do such a thing? Of course these two boys were not ordinary children. These boys were different in many ways. Each was green and had a shell on their backs. And the sewer was their home. These two boys, Michelangelo and Raphael were not human but actually mutant turtles. These two turtles who were brothers, lived with their other siblings Leonardo and Donatello with their father Master Splinter who also happened to be the four boy's sensei. Now as it has been said these two mutant brothers were slowly walking along as they joked back and forth with one another.
"Nah ah!"
"Yeah!"
"No way! You sure 'bout that Raph?"
"As sure as I'm a turtle!"
"And he was ok?"
The two boys had found themselves talking about an old western show that they had seen earlier. James Tex, a man of good had been shot and killed trying to save the beautiful Azmeralla. This had frightened and upset Michelangelo. Raphael was trying to convince his younger brother that the show was not real and that to his knowledge people can't die from the strange devices that they call guns. Remember, these boys live in the sewer and do not adventure to the streets above.
"What did I just say Mikey? It's all fake! Now will you stop whynning about it?"
Stubbornly, Michelangelo stopped in his tracks and stomped his foot down while crossing his arms.
"I'm not whynning!"
He replied giving off an adorable pout look. Raphael could not help but to smirk at his brother's action. It was normally him who would throw a turtle tantrum.
"Alright! Alright!"
Raphael spoke, raising his hands up in defense.
"You weren't whynning. But can we drop the subject now? We need to get the food!"
Michelangelo immediatly perked up at the word of food.
"Yeah!"
Grabbing a hold of Raphael's arm, Michelangelo began to drag his brother behind him as he began to pick up the pace.
"Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!"
"WOAH! Mikey! Slow down!!!!"
Either choosing to ignore him, or he simply did not hear, Michelangelo continued to drag his brother. Raphael soon grew impatient and roughly jerked out of Michelangelo's grip. Michelangelo stumbled to a stop when the weight had shifted.
"Raph! Why did you go and do that?"
"I can walk my self!"
"Yeah, but....."
"I know you're in a hurry for the pizza, but so am I! And you are NOT eating any until we get back to the lair!"
Michelangelo moaned in protest. He was about to argue but when he saw the look in his brother's eyes, he thought best against it. Now walking at a normal pace, the two turtles kept silent as each followed their gaze around the sewer.
"Dude! What's that?!?"
"What's what?"
"That!"
"I don't see anything"
Rushing foward to what he had seen, Michelangelo knelt down and retrieved a 9mm hand gun.
"Woah! Dude! Check this out!!!"
Walking quickly over, Raphael made an attempt to grab the gun.
"Let me see that!"
Jerking away quickly, Michelangelo held the gun protectivly against his body.
"NO! I found if Raph! So I get to see it first!"
"You've already seen it! Besides, I'm older then you are so I get to see it! Now give it!"
Raphael retorted as he continued to try and grab the gun.
"That's not fair! Everyone's older then me!!"
Michelangelo replied as he twist his body each time Raphael's hands came near the weapon. It wasn't long before the two were rolling along the ground each trying to get ahold of the gun.
"Let go!"
No! You let go!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
The arguement's continued as they rolled along the sewer's floors. A sharp crack echoed throughout the sewer causing the two boys to stop. Michelangelo looked down at Raphael and noticed that his bother's face was twisted in agony. Alarmed, he quickly got off.
"Raph? Are you okay?"
Wordlessly, Raphael raised his hand and pressed it against his left shoulder where the bullet had penitrated his green skin. Looking up at Michelangelo with fear in his eyes, Raphael collapsed on the floor.
"RAPH! RAPH?! Raphael!"
Terrified that his brother was not answering him, Michelangelo began to sob as he shook his brother.
"Wake up! Come on! This isn't funny!"
When he would not answer, Michelangelo did the only thing he could think of. He yelled at the top of his lungs.
"LEO! Donny! LEEEEEEEEE-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
At least half of a block down in a lived area of the sewer, two other turtles' heads' perked up as they heard their name being shouted.
"Was that Mikey?"
"I don't know. It sounded like it."
"DOOOOOOOOOOOO-N-YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"
"Yeah! It was and it sounded like he was in trouble!!!"
Quickly rushing out of their home, Leonardo and Donatello could only imagine what troubles had befallen their brothers. It seemed like forever before Leonardo and Danatello reached the area where their two brother's were.
"Mikey! What is it?"
Leonardo asked out in alarm as he craned his kneck past his brother to see someone lying on the ground, he knew who it was.
"MY GOD! RAPH!!!"
Quickly rushing over, Leonardo knelt on the opposite side of his fallen brother. His eyes widen at the sight of the blood that still continued to ooze out of it's wound. Donatello stood behind them. His eyes widen in fear. His mind screamed at him to move. To help. To save his brother. But fear had gotten the best of him. So he stayed where he was, rooted in his spot.
"Mikey! What happened!"
Leonardo asked looking up at him.
The tears flowed down his round cheeks as his voice came off in broken sentenses.
"We were just......and......then.......it......I...........god!"
Realizing he wasn't going to get anything out of Michelangelo right this minute, Leonardo bent down and scooped up Raphael.
"Donny!"
Donatello's eyes snapped up looking at the oldest of the four. He knew he HAD to help he HAD to overcome his fear. Quickly rushing over, Donatello helped Leonardo carry Raphael back to the den, leaving Michelangelo behind.
"I didn't mean it.................."
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Kanatasha: Well that's the end of this chappy. Want me to continue? Wanna find out if Raphael lives or not? Then review!
Raphael: Get back here you!
Kanatasha: Eeep! HELP!!!!
Leo/Donny/Mikey: Go Raphael! Go Raphael! Go! Go!