The Mock Turtle In which the Mock Turtle meets Gryphon, a ninja turtles fanfic

Dear Readers,

Man, it's funny how time words sometimes. I've had this story in my head for months now, and only now, do I have the short time to write it all. I also just figured out a title for it so that helps.

Hope you like it everybody!

Sincerely,

KareBear

"The Mock Turtle"

Chapter 1: In which the Mock Turtle meets the Gryphon

"Will you, won't you? Will you, won't you? Won't you join the dance?"

New York pizza and hotdogs lingered in the air. Men and women cloaked in shadow only dimly lit by the colored florescent lights of the city, that whirled and whizzed about them like blurred images of a television screen, walked along the cracked sidewalks and alleyways. Cats and rats hid between the derby and garbage of their supposed higher class of mammals. And high above, where the light failed to touch them, the smells failed to reach them and no normal mammal may see them, on the forgotten roof tops of the polluted city did four most unusual turtles did roam.

These turtles, who walked on two legs and spoke perfect English, amounted to four and were trained in the secret learned arts of fighting and ninjstu.

The oldest was a turtle donned the color blue and two powerful katanas. Oldest, wisest, and supposedly strongest of the group, he led and guided his fellow turtle brothers.

The second oldest turtle donned the color red, which was very suiting. His color and his personality, one filled with rage and easily tipped temperament, fit well together. Toughest, most strong willed, and most head strong he wielded the small and slick sais.

The third in line donned the color purple and the I.Q of incredible numbers! Clever, determined, and curiosity filled, his weapon is that of the ancient boa staff.

Last, and most certainly not least, is the youngest who was represented with the color orange. Wielding the deadly nunchkas, he is known as quick, kind, and innocent.

Though each turtle was different and unique in their own right, this young turtle had something that the other three turtles did not posses, something that would be his greatest strength and also his greatest weakness.

A pure heart.

"Michelangelo! Stop slacking! If you just defend, your never going to win against your opponent!"

Leonardo's voiced boomed over the top of the old abandoned building roof as Michelangelo and Raphael had their sixth practice match today.

Though Leonardo had lightened up some since his travels to Japan, he had returned more determine then ever. This time he worked to not prefect his skills, but of that of his brothers. In his lessons in the ancient country, he had learned that though his brother did depend on him, he depended on them as well. Their strengths were his strengths, and their weakness should not be his complete burden. With new lessons to teach and a new goal, Leonardo set to work making sure his brothers were prepared for anything, and could protect themselves when he was not by their side.

However, to the three very worn turtles, he seemed to return with this revelation and the mental and physical strength for which the others did not posses. Where as he learned his new teachings with a patient master, Leonardo was anxious to train his brothers therefore anxious for them to learn everything he had to teach them.

In short, the three other turtles were exhausted.

This was kept to themselves however, for fear of angering their just recently calmed teacher.

Michelangelo smiled a bit as he fought off a kick to the shoulder from his older brother; although this was tough, things had quieted down some since the Shredders defeat and having his oldest brother back home made him happy. He loved his family and having them, for once in a very long time, all together and possibly the safest they have ever been made him ecstatic.

Michelangelo brushed these thoughts aside and his smile grew as he thought of a comeback from Leonardo's remark.

"I don't need to beat him! I already beat him! After all I am the…" he noticed an increase in speed of his opponents attacks as Raphael's anger grew

"Don't say it!" he almost snarled out as he went to drop kick his wise cracking younger brother

Michelangelo quickly did a back flip to avoid the attack.

"Battle Nexus…" He dodged his brothers' punches, which closely skimmed his stomach

"DON'T SAY IT!" Raphael yelled as his quickened the pace of his punches

"COMPANION!" he cried as watch his brothers punch come just inches from his cheek.

"THAT'S…"

But before he could finish his remark, Michelangelo grabbed the arm that had just missed his face and quickly swung his brother over his shoulders, over his head, and slammed him in the rooftop pavement.

Raphael groaned from his position on the ground, while patting heavily.

Michelangelo's smile grew as he leaned over from his position above his head to taunt the defeated sibling.

"How's the weather down their Raphy boy?" he said with a smile almost too big for his face.

Anger swelled in Raphael like a tick ready to pop. He went to flip himself up, but could not find the strength to do so. This being the case, he used what little strength he had to sit up right and turn his anger to the brother that had forced this match upon him.

"I would have beaten your shell if fearless leader over here…" he said while making a quick waving motion to his brother who was leaning against the rusted door that lead to the stairs "…hadn't made us train till all hours of the night!"

Leonardo went to argue, but Donatello quickly hopped off his spot on a near by crate and interjected.

"Well, if you knew better then to let yourself be taunted into exerting all your energy, he wouldn't have these outrageous training session!"

Raphael looked at him with confused anger; it was odd for his brother to willingly come into argument. Donatello lightly motioned with his head as he stared at Raphael, to Leonardo.

Raphael made a quick glance to his older brother who lead against the wall without a word to say and, on this very rare occasion, Raphael backed down. Even he knew not to spoil his brothers' return with petty arguments.

"Although…" Donatello began and this time turned to Leonardo "…it is really late and we're all pretty bushed. Let's call it a night, okay?" he kindly pleaded with his brother.

Leonardo looked from one brother to other, let out a sigh, and smiled.

"Guess there's no point in arguing. Let's head home." He turned and processed to leave.

Raphael smiled and got himself off the ground and went along side Donatello, who smiled at him.

"See! If you just ask nicely, he'll pretty much always give in!"

"I'll leave that nice guy stuff to you and shell for brains back there." He pointed to Michelangelo from behind him. He glanced to see his brothers' reaction to his comment, but learned that his brother didn't even realize that he had been insulted. "Yo Mikey! What's the hold up?" he called to Michelangelo as he stopped and turned to him. Donatello and Leonardo stopped as well, so as to see what was happening.

Michelangelo had watched as his brothers lightly argued and came to a resolution with a smile on his face. It was so great to be all together, that not even Raphael's foal temper could spoil his good mood. Unlike his weary brothers, he knew that if Leonardo asked him to stay till the sun come up, he would have put up a stubborn front, but would have ultimately agree so as to make his brother happy. In the end, that's all that really matter. Besides, he smiled to himself; he had a reputation to keep as Battle Nexus Champion!

Just as he had lifted both arms to cradle his head and head home with his brothers, a glimmer of something caught his eye. As if light had reflected off something metallic enough to sparkle and he suddenly felt as if something wasn't quite right. He turned his head quickly to the where he believed the now vanished shimmer had come from and let his arms come to his side. Out in the distance were two large smoke stacks that were barely visible due to the full moon that shone brilliantly just to the right of them. He tilted his head and continued to peer out into the distance as his brother began to call to him.

"Something wrong, Michelangelo?" Leonardo inquired as he took a step forward.

This broke him out of his gaze and his thoughts and he quickly turned his head back to his brother. He began to slowly walk toward them as he glanced every few seconds or so to the two smoke pillars.

"Probably nothing! Something just caught my eye….probably the ghost of an old worker who died here! Wooooooo!" He began to make mocking ghost noises as he came along side his brothers "Although, I bet he probably ran away once he saw your ugly mug." He said with a sly glance to Raphael. His brother became amusingly enraged.

"Ugly mug? You're gonna have one ugly mug when I get done with you!" he called as he gave chase to his brother, while the two calm brothers were left to smile at their brothers antics.

Meanwhile, high above some of the world, on two pillars made of stone and cement, through the green camera eye with night vision, remarkable zoom technology, and other even more amazing features, did the black, masked figures watch the unsuspecting turtles. Unsuspecting, that is, till, by chance, one of the cameras happen to catch a small trace of the moonlights rays and reflect into the eyes of the youngest turtle. The turtle turned to look at them, and for a moment the air was still, as the soldiers held their breathe. Just as the soldiers began to sweat under pressure, the turtle was called away and all tension was eased.

"Ghosts, are we? Mr. Funny Turtle Man never ceases to give me a laugh, isn't that right Mr. Touch?" said a short man from behind one of the pillars as he took off the sonar headset from his ears, placed his hat back on his head and adjusted his sunglasses.

"Quiet right, Mr. Go." Replied the goliath of a man who sat behind him, as he too took a similar headset off his ears.

"But I do believe that it is a accurate name for these man. Our new employer seems to be more highly connected then our previous employer." The smaller man stated while glancing at the many soldiers that were scattered between the two stacks. "I guess we will leave these men to their work, and report back to him now. Let us go Mr. Touch."

And with no other words, the two jumped from their places and as one of the cloaked men turned to see where they had gone, they were no longer in sight.

"MIKEY! You've been in the kitchen for two hours now and movie night should have started ten minutes ago! You gonna pick us a movie or what?"

Michelangelo turned towards the direction of his angered brother who sat in the living room playing anxiously with his sai, as he stirred his creation. It boiled and steamed as he stopped stirring and poured it from its place in the metallic pot, to its home in the ceramic bowl. He quickly placed the glass covered on the top, picked the container up, and placed it onto a thick clothe. As he began to pull up the corners and tie them in a neat bow, he called to his brother.

"You guys pick out the movie tonight, I have something I gotta take care of."

At this, his sensei's ears perked and as he left to go to his chief son, he heard his other sons groan from the couch.

The old master stood in the doorway grinning as he watch his unnoticing son gingerly, carefully pick up his work and turn to leave, only to meet with the face of his father.

"OH!" he quickly jerked back, almost losing his grip on the bowl "Hi Sensei!"

"And where might you be going at this hour my son? Not to the surface I hope. I'm sure Casey and April can feed themselves." He said with a smile that told his son that he had a good idea where he might be going.

"No, I wasn't going to the surface…and you know…we haven't seen…" Michelangelo stumbled over his words; his modest fear of being discovered doing a kind act made him shy and nervous.

"Just be back soon, my son. I will be wanting some popcorn to go with this movie." And with that and a smile, Master Splinter turned and went back to his place on the couch.

Michelangelo smiled at his father as he walked away and exited his home with his treasure.

Down the many sewage system, through the many drainage pipes, and over the other small hurdles did he go, making sure that his creation was kept either close to his stomach or out of reach of anything that may ruin it.

Five minutes and two wet feet later, and the turtle was standing near two large doors. He turned and pushed with his shell the two doors open and called out.

"Leather Head! You in here Leather Head? Sorry I didn't knock, but I have something for you and I can't put it down! Hello? Leather Head?"

His voiced echoed in the loud area that was the abandoned underground train station, but it seemed that no one caught his words.

His eyes peered from one area to another; from his make shift bed to his lab, and noticed something that gave him a sinking feeling in his stomach.

On his friends' bed – sheets torn and ragged, as if claws were taken to them in anger. A few feathers lay strewed about from his pillow, the one Michelangelo had given to him before he left.

In his lab – which he noticed as he took cautious steps toward it (the whole place was very dimly lit, only a few almost completely gone candles and some old electric lamps kept the place even remotely illuminated) – glass bottles and test tubes lay either on their sides, some even with liquids dripping out of them, or broken into a thousand tiny shards. As Michelangelo took a gulp of saliva and looked closer, he could have sworn he saw drops of freshly lost blood on some of the glass shards.

He reached to touch one

"Who's there?"

Michelangelo jumped back as the voice came from a darkened corner of room. He tightened his grip on the bowl, as he could hear it clattering in his hands, even from underneath the cloth.

"It's me. Michelangelo. Is that you Leather Head?" he said as meekly as possible. He strained nervously to see who was in the dark corner.

He took a step forward when no response came, when a light from above the corner flickered on for a moment, and quickly died away again. In that moment however, like a subliminal message, he caught sight of Leather Head; curled in the fetal position in the corner, his eyes large and dilated, and peering out to look at who had intruded into his liar.

Michelangelo, still nervous about the state of mind his friend was in (Leather Head was known to sometimes go on crazed attacks for reasons that he did not know, but knew were his enemy's, a government man by the name of Bishop, doing), called to him from his place.

"Leather Head! It's me! Mikey! Are….are you all right? Do you need some help?" he said while placing his bowl down on the lab table and stretching out his arms in an open, welcoming matter.

"Just leave me be. You're just like the rest of them…and I'm tired of you. I'm tired of you all." He whispered from his corner.

"Who are you tired of?" he said as he took a small step forward.

"OF ALL OF YOU!"

Leather Head cried in rage as he took a nearby piece cement from the floor and threw it in Michelangelo's general direction. It smashed against the wall; about 10 meters or so from where the young turtle was standing. Michelangelo took a step back in fear, but still kept his arms outstretched. After a few moments of silence, he continued in a voice that sounded as if he was sobbing.

"Your all the same…every time a little different, but always the same. You tell me everything's going to be all right, that it's okay to sleep. Then, after I've let you talk me into sleep, after I see the butterflies again, I wake up someplace else! I keep waking up, finding you, and waking up again. WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE! I WANT TO BE…"

His voice was choked over his sobbing, and Michelangelo had listened carefully to ever word he said, all the while taking steps closer to him. And in a voice almost to soft for the ear, Leather Head whispered.

"I want…I want to be…to be awake. I don't…I don't want to dance for you...anymore."

Michelangelo knelt next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder as to try and confront the ill minded friend.

Quickly the hand was swatted away and as fast as lighting, Michelangelo was lifted by his throat high into the air as Leather Head stood up.

Michelangelo struggled to get free of the giants tight grip that was restricting air from going into his system. He cried out to Leather Head, begging for him to open his eyes. At this, Leather Head knelt his head down and stared eye to eye with Michelangelo. As the tears of the strain welled out in the young turtles eyes, Leather Head spoke.

"Open my eyes! That's all I want to do…" and with this he cocked the arm that held Michelangelo as far back as it could go "…BUT YOU WON'T LET ME!" and with that he threw Michelangelo, as hard as he could, across the room and watched as his body slammed into his lab table, smashing the few remaining unbroken bottles, breaking the table into pieces, and heaving the ceramic bowl high into air before hitting the ground, the bowl becoming many broken pieces and it's contents spewed about.

And for a few moments there was silence.

The air was still and the only sound that could possibly be heard was the soup that continued to pour out of the destroyed pottery.

From above, the florescent light once again flickered and strained to stay lit and from this light Leather Head could see Michelangelo's slumped unconscious body. His legs outstretched, his arms lying limply by his sides, small traces of blood slowly pouring out from his wood and glass wounds, and his head drooped down with his eyes shut.

Leather Head breathed heavily and continued to stare at Michelangelo's limp body, as if expecting something to happen, his muscles tense and ready.

From a drain came the sound of dripping, which broke him from his stare.

It was the sound of the soup falling into a nearby drainage system on the floor.

Leather Heads eyes returned to normal and he slowly took steps towards the sound, as if walking in a dream.

When he arrived, he titled his head and starred at the destroyed provision for some time before kneeling down and dipping one of his claws into the liquid. He stared at the droplet that every so slightly sparkled from the dim lights before sniffing it and taking a taste.

It tasted like chicken soup.

His eyes grew large, as if suddenly frightened and he quickly turned to Michelangelo, who was still crumpled up on the floor.

He stood and went to his side, but as he went to touch his arm, he recoiled.

His eyes grew hard again and he stood up.

"No…no you're not the real one. This…this just another illusion…you're not real…you're not real…you're not…" and as his began to brim with tears, he rose, turned on his heel, slammed the doors open (the doors coming almost off their hinges), and ran.

The End.

The credits to the film began to roll as the clock struck 12pm, but no one had really paid too much attention to the movie.

After not returning home for two and a half hours, Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello and Master Splinter had reached their patience point.

"Gees! What is shell from brains doing over there?" yelled an annoyed Raphael

After Michelangelo had failed to return at a reasonable time and with the increasing inquires as to where he was, Master Splinter had spilled the beans on his sons' location.

"Should we go get home, Sensei?" Leonardo asked from his upright sitting position on the couch.

"Yea, maybe they lost track of time or something, it has been a while since any of us have seen Leather Head." Donatello added, "We could go grab him, I mean, cause we do have training and all tomorrow." Though this seemed like a reasonable answer, his true intentions were far from this. He too wished to visit Leather Head.

While his sons assumed that Michelangelo's lateness was due to his losing track of the time, Master Splinter had different notions. He didn't know exactly why, but half way during the movie, a suddenly chill had come over him and the after feeling had not gone away. For this reason, he was concerned for his son and wished him to be brought home immediately.

"Yes" he said turning his attention away from his thoughts and to his oldest son. "Please go get him."

There was something odd about his Sensei's voice that made him feel alerted and frightened, with this in mind, he quietly stood up, strapped his swords to his back and proceed to leave.

"Leo!" Raphael called as he took a few hurried steps toward him. "What's with the swords? We're just going to pick him up!"

"Bring your weapons…just in case." And with that, he stepped out the door.

His brothers quickly grabbed their weapons and followed.

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"Your orders sir?"

"Remove him from the test subjects. He's no further use to us."

"Are you sure sir?"

"The Nanos had a defect in their programming. They're not worth replacing."

"But shouldn't we recapture the test subject?"

"There's no point. His mental state of mind couldn't possibly handle or accept another test. Don't worry. I'm already making arrangements to have a new test subject brought in. This time, however, we will succeed."

"Sir?

"I've grown tired of prototypes. I think it's about time for a full test run."

"But sir! None of the test subjects have been completely successful!"

"I have a feeling this one will be different. Have our two associates made contact yet?"

"Yes, they say that squad C has finished with their steak out and they would like to see you when you're available."

"Very well, call them in. You are dismissed."

The air was still and the lights had gone completely out; the candles completely burned and the electric lamps destroyed.

Only at spermatic times would the florescent bulb light up, then quickly die out again.

During these brief periods of illumination, the young unconscious turtle could be seen, still in the same position as early, breathing in small steady intervals. His skin was covered in small cuts and goose bumps that reflected the cold and damp air that filled the room.

From far off, outside the doors and down a few drainage pipes, a soft light became slowly brighter and the sound of distance voice could be heard.

"Knowing Mikey the Turtle Wonder, he's probably talking the poor guy to death!" Raphael commented with a smile

"Don't you know anything Raph? It's Mikey, the Turtle Titan wonder!" Donatello commented with a smile

"You mean, Turtle Tyrant!" Raphael said with a laugh

"Shh! Be quite, we're almost there!" Leonardo interrupted as he led the way down the pipes.

"What's up Leo? You've been really anxious this entire trip!" Raphael commented from just behind him on his right

"He's right, Leo. You look awful worried for a guy who's picking up his brother from a friends house." Donatello added as he came up to Leonardo's left with the electric lamp.

"I think something may…" but suddenly his head jerked forward and his words fell short.

"Leo what…What the shell?" Raphael exclaimed as he starred ahead

"What…." Donatello remarked as he made his way ahead. "What happened!" he exclaimed as he touched the doors that were torn from their hinges.

His brothers quickly came up beside him and looked inside at the dark abandoned room.

"Leather Head? Mikey? Where are you!" Raphael called out as he pulled out his sais and looked around desperately in the dark, his eyes straining to make out any recognizable figures.

Leonardo, with no words, took out his katanas, and slowly made his way through the room, as stealthy and silently as he could. All the while, scanning the room nervously for any sign of his brother and his friend.

"What could have happened here!" Donatello cried as he walked into the room, taking out his boa staff.

"No idea! You think those two had a fight or something?" Raphael asked as his foot touched some liquid that felt slightly warm and thick.

"No way. Leather Head wouldn't have let an argument get this bad and Mikey's not the type to make arguments. " Donatello answered as he searched the make shift kitchen. "Unless…unless Leather Head wasn't in the right state of mind to stop himself…"

Meanwhile, Raphael had bent down to look at what he stepped in. He quickly opened his Shell Cell, turned it on, and used its light to see what his foot had touched. It looked like soup. Chicken soup, that had been smashed onto the floor and was now almost completely down the drain. What looked like the container was not too far off and as he looked at it, he realized that the bowl was their bowl.

"Guys? What did Mikey bring over here to give to Leather Head again?" Raphael asked as he picked up a piece of the bowl

"Master Splinter said it was Chicken soup. Why?" Donatello asked as he began to walk over to him.

"Well, here's the soup." Raphael said as he stood up and dropped the piece of pottery. "Now where's the guy that made it?" Raphael said in a tone that sounded like concerned anger

At this moment, the florescent bulb took another shot at trying to light up and the room, for a split second was filled with light.

In the brief period, just a few feet from where the bowl, a split second image of Michelangelo could be seen.

"MIKEY!" Raphael cried when his mind had registered that the figure he saw was in fact his brother.

Quick as lightening, Raphael and Donatello were at their brother's side, Leonardo quickly turned from his position at the far end of the room and hurriedly joined them.

Donatello made his way past his concerned brothers, and began examining him for broken bones, serious wounds, and neck injuries. He sighed with some relief and his muscles relaxed a bit after his examination.

"He's going to be fine. He was just knocked unconscious, but this air won't help his cuts. We better get him back to the liar and treat him quickly." And with this he began to lift his arms around Michelangelo and hoist him up.

"I just wanna know who did this!" Raphael cried as he got to the other side of his unconscious brother and helped Donatello left him up. "Should we look for Leather Head?"

"I….I don't know." Leonardo said with uncertainty that made the others uneasy "Someone either did this to them, or Leather Head lost control again. For right now, let's get Mikey back home and we'll wait to hear what happened from him."

The turtles then carried their brother, while the oldest lead the way, past the broken pieces of ceramic, through the broken door hinges, and disappeared down the tunnel, the light fading with them.

Back in the room, the florescent light flickered, shone heavenly for a few moments, then suddenly burst; glasses pieces scattering among the derby and chicken soup on the floor and a few electric sparks went flying before fading to nothing.

"Gentlemen, please do come in. Have a seat, won't you?"

"That is very kind of you, but Mr. Touch and I would rather stand if you wouldn't mind."

"Of course. Now, on what business do I owe the pleasure of this meeting?"

"We would like to discuss…the assignment in which you gave us."

"You may, but I warn you. I may not be able to give you all the details. Classified information, you understand."

"But of course, sir. Mr. Touch and I were just curious as to why you have assigned us to track our turtle friends, but do nothing to them. Are we just to observe them? For you see, we are men who are hired for other proposes then just following…"

"I am fully aware of your job qualifications gentlemen. Rest assured, tracking our targets is not the only reason I am paying you. In fact, I believe now is as good of a time as any, to resign your objective and I believe that you will very much enjoy this reassignment as it deals highly with your levels of expertise and…pleasurable revenge."

"You have our full attention and cooperation, sir."

"Very well then. As you well know, our scientist Professor Stockmen has long been an expert on nerve, tissue reconstruction and operation through the use of robotics. His very being is an example of this. We have recently obtained another scientist who has added an interesting new twist to Professor Stockmen's technology that I think will benefit us all greatly. However a test subject will be needed for experimentation of this revolution in nerve technology. Our newly acquired professor has had contact with one of these turtles and personally wishes to use him as the test subject. Professor Stockmen does not care which one is used, and my personal choice is the same as the new professors choice. You will find that our candidate matches up with your choice for a candidate."

"You need not say anymore, my dear employer, for we know who you speak of."

"Excellent. Then these are your orders."

End of Chapter 1

Author Notes:

Well? What do you think so far? I hope everyone likes it thus far. Stick with it! I promise this story will be very interesting.

Just a few notes; I am not bringing ANY original characters into this story. Yes, you heard correctly. I'm not one for fan made characters (cause I've only seen about two that have actually worked in ninja turtle stories). So yes, the "employer" is a character everybody knows, the new professor, heck even the soldiers are characters everybody knows! And when I say everybody knows, it's characters that you see in the new cartoon series (and, later on, possibly a few from the older cartoon series). If you watch the cartoon series and have no idea who these characters are, think logically. I promise you, everything I write in some way links to other episodes in the series. Why do I do this? I'm a sucker for things that link to different story lines and make sense.

Here's a little fun for all of you.

In this one chapter I have mentioned three links to other story arches that all deal with "experiment". Can you find them all? I promise you, there all there.

5 points to whoever catches them all:3

As my English professor used to say "read carefully for significant details" and that's something your going to really need to do in this story. Here's a little hint for everyone, I am a nut for metaphors, linking, and foreshadowing. Now that you know this, I would suggest rereading this chapter at least one more time before going onto the next chapter cause I will mention things that can only make sense if you read every chapter carefully. I'm really asking for a lot, aren't I?

Well, all I'm really ask is that you guys enjoy this and possibly send some words my way in the form of a review.

Well, better be heading out.

See you all in chapter 2 and please R+R. Thanks in advance!

Sincerely,

KareBear