Another new story I've created due to a fandom attack. The character R2, who will come in the next chapter, belongs to R2ninjaturtle. I have permission to use her. I want to make it clear that R2 is NOT mine. Go read her stuff. Tis good.
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A figure runs through the maze of alleyways in New York City in the dead of night. He glances over his shoulder as he runs. Several more shadowed figures follow him through the alleys. They are agile and fast. They tail him on ground level and follow on the rooftops. Our first figure makes a right turn down an alley and instantly regrets his decision. A dead end. He his soon surrounded by his pursuers and draws his sword to defend himself. He pants for air as he moves into a battle stance. The figures don't move. Footsteps are heard from behind the surrounding figures.
"Where are you running off to so quickly, young Taro?" A raspy voice asks in the darkness. The metallic sounds of the approaching foe's footprints strike a sudden fear in the soul of the young swordsmen. He tightens his grip on the hilt of his sword. "I think you have something that belongs to me. Hand it over and I'll kill you quickly," The Shredder emerges from the shadows. Taro backs up a step and scowls. Hiding his eyes behind his long dark brown bangs, Taro tries to think of a way to escape. His father entrusted him to protect the finale piece the Shredder needed to activate his time machine.
"Listen to me Taro. All the Shredder needs is the information on this disk to make his time machine work. If he gets it, we lose. He'll destroy me and your uncles long before you or your cousins born. I'm trusting you to protect it Taro. Your mother and I are so proud of you. We know you can do this,"
Taro let's his eyes fall to the ground. "What am I supposed to do now?" He whispered to himself. Frustrated tears began to boil up in his eyes. Shaking he looked up at the Shredder with his angry tear-filled eyes. Taro said a small prayer and prepared to fight.
"I'm losing patience Taro. Give me the power key, NOW!" The Shredder signals for his foot soldiers to attack. With great speed Taro knocks them down, but more keep coming. He dodges blows like liquid and endures every strike that happens to meet its mark. The Shredder signals for his elite to attack. Taro dodges the first blow, but gets hit hard on the back by the second. He is forced into the brick wall. He sinks to the ground, sword still tight in hand. Blood trickles into his left eye from his brow. He lunges to attack but is stopped short by a kick to the stomach. Unable to breath, he collapses to his knees. "You have no hope, you foolish green miscreation. It is over," The Shredder lifts Taro up by his shirt and takes the power key from Taro's pocket. He is dropped like a rag doll and hits the ground hard. The Shredder places the cubed-shaped key into the proper component and his time machine is complete. "Now with this I will destroy your meddlesome family. Starting with your father and uncles. They will be merely toddlers and unable to defend themselves. As a bonus I will be rid of you," Two elite lift Taro up. He hangs his head low, his grip looses and his sword drops. He watches it fall for a moment. Like lightning he kicks his falling sword into the Shredder's leg. Before the elite have time to react they are laying on the ground.
"You won't touch my family!" Taro yells. His eyes glowing a deep red in anger. The Shredder launches his time machine as Taro lunges for him. As they struggle, the coordinates are altered and the two of them are transported to the past.
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I really didn't know how to start this chapter. It will get better I promise.