Disclaimer: Not gonna enter one.
It wasn't always like this. No, one time it was completely different. There used to be four of us, but that was a long time ago. In the end we lost, Donatello was the first...the river washed away his body and the remains were never found. Michelangelo...death would've been a better fate for him, he hasn't spoken since that day, in fact he hasn't done much of anything. It's like he's trapped in a state between death and living, as if his body can't decide which it should be. Raphael, Casey, April...God, April had no reason to be there. Everyone I'd ever cared for were gone, and me all I lost were my eyes...
My name is Leonardo. Let me tell you a story.
Tales of the Leonardo
Prologue
It took years for the reality to set in. Everyone was gone. The Shredder had won.
From the ashes of our defeat the Shredder was able to amass new power. His tyranny over the oppressed put money in the pocket of his investors. From high atop his tower, Oroku Saki, guided and provided for the criminal element in the city. A seemingly endless supply of income kept any sign of his involvement hidden.
The Foot were leased out to anyone willing to pay the bill, and a high bill it was.
If money was power, Saki was one of the most powerful men in the world. If muscle was power, he had that in spades. If influence was power, Oroku Saki was unstoppable. He had government officials as high up as the President of the United States in his pocket. In essence he controlled the country, if if not in physical presence.
Without his obsession for my brothers and myself he was undeterred in his bid for power. After his victory, as far as he was concerned we no longer existed...
"What do you want?" A woman found herself cornered by several thugs, "I've got nothing to give...please, just let me go...please?!"
No amount of pleading would stop them. They grinned and cotinued to approach.
"She asked nicely, you didn't listen. Now it's too late for you," a dark silouhette seemed to arise from the shadows. The only trace of light in the street gleamed off a withdrawn blade.
The attackers couldn't say a word...in moments they were all out.
The woman tried to see her savior, "Who...who are you?"
No answer.
She decided to not pry any further, and fled.
Not far away, two katana are sheathed as a shelled figure disappeared into the sewers.
The Shredder believes we no longer pose a threat. He's wrong, I still exist, and soon he'll know.
TBC