Hello everyone! I'd like to firstly apologize for not having this up sooner, but I'm a bit of a perfectionist, and therefore, proofreading is an extremely long process. For the most part, the beginning of the story is the same with a few minor differences, but I'm still struggling with what I've recently written, so any suggestions on where to go with this next would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy!
Oh! And I don't own TMNT or the turtles! Just Jane!
"Cowabunga bros!" The green teen yelled, leaping high into air, and landing on the tattered old couch in style. You'd never know looking at the young and silly orange masked turtle, but he was easily the stealthiest of the four ninja brothers. He grabbed the remote and turned on the news, a habit they all had picked up with the recent crime spike.
"Mikey, what did I say about that stupid catchphrase?" The red-clad turtle threatened, fist raised.
"Oh, leave him be Raph." Purple banded eyes rolled in exasperation as they returned to their main focus - fixing the toaster that had been mutilated by Leo's most recent attempt to "cook".
"Donnie, why don't you just mind your toaster?"
"Well why don't you…"
"Guys, it's time for patrol." Leo cut in. He was more than used to this kind of behavior from his brothers, and wasn't in the mood to join in on their playful banter. The Purple Dragons were getting more bold in their attacks on the public. Six cases of muggings/robberies and attacks in the past two days, and three of them ended with the victims in need of a hospital. Then there was all of the disappearances. Teens and young adults, all with martial arts backgrounds, had been disappearing throughout the city. Most of them with trouble at home or no home at all.
"... Witnesses continue to describe men and women from the notorious gang known as "The Purple Dragons" as their attackers, discernible by their trademark tattoos, excessive piercings, and eccentric hair. Police are giving no new information as to the progress on the case of the attacks and the disappearances. Young people across the city are taking precautions in protecting themselves. Sales of tasers, pepper spray, and even firearms have skyrocketed in the past three weeks alone."
Leo and the others turn to see the blond reporter looking out of the numerous TV screens, a worried crease between her perfectly plucked brows. "We're here live in front of the most recent break in, and I have here Police Chief Adams. Chief, what would you say to the young people of New York in reference to their attempts at protection?" A pudgy man, dressed in a chief's uniform, turned around from his heated conversation with a young detective.
"I encourage the young people of New York to take their safety seriously, and take steps toward their own protection. Let these lawless punks know that you're not willing to roll over and submit." The camera's angle allowed the viewers to see the young detective throw up his hands in the background and stormed off. Chief Adams sauntered off to the next waiting reporter, slicking back his over-greased hair and adjusting his belt.
The camera focused in on the reporter again. "There you have it folks, a dangerous gang out for young blood and law enforcement egging on our inexperienced youth in stopping them. Where will this homefront battle end? Keep your TV's set to Channel 4 and we'll keep you posted."
Leo clicked off the screen and they all filed out after him without a word. Looked like another long night hunting down Purple Dragons.
Sorry it's so short, next chapter will be up in a jiff.
