(The following is a non-profit fan-made novelization. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles belongs to Kevin Eastman, Peter Laird, Mirage Studios, and Nickelodeon.)

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Hello everyone. ThePizzadude93 here, and I present to you the novelization of Eastman and Laird's Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Not only did I decide to post this, but also because the new TMNT movie is coming out this August.

So, I decided to celabrate by posting the novelization of the first Mirage comic book.

And now, ladies and gents, sit back and enjoy Eastman and Laird's Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Comic Book Novelization.

- Chapter 1 -

The Purple Dragons

My name is Leonardo. My brothers and I made a wrong turn somewhere, and right now, we are in a whole mess of trouble. Trapped, with our backs up against a wall at some trash-strewn alley. Cornered by fifteen members of the toughest street gang on the east side of New York City; The Purple Dragons.

The only way they'd let us out... is if we're dead.

I held my katana in a relaxed ready position. To my left, Donatello with his staff, and Michelangelo with two of his nunchucks. Guarding my right was Raphael with his twin sais. I could sense his body quivering with tense energy, waiting to be triggered into savage, slashing release. All fifteen of the Purple Dragons pulled out their own weapons; chains, short lead pipes, wooden and metal baseball bats. Then, they slowly walked closure to the four of me and my brothers.

"Look at the freaks!" said one of them in a mocking tone.

"What's with the costumes?" spoke another one obnoxiously.

"This ain't Halloween!" said another. One of the members walked up from them and closer to us. This guy was tall with short spiky brown hair, and a scar on his right eye.

He wore nothing but black; black combat pants, military boots, a belt with a silver skull for a buckle, black tank top, fingerless gloves, and a long, two tailed leather trench coat.

The only thing that wasn't black was that he had a tattoo of a purple colored dragon wrapped around from his neck and descended to the left side of his face as if it was about to be eaten by the dragon's jaws. From what I'm guessing is that he must be the leader. He looked at me and my brothers with both a smirk and a sneer.

"You're dead freaks!" he snarled in a deep tone. "Nobody - and I mean nobody trespasses on Purple Dragon turf and gets away with it!... Especially when they're wearing stupid turtle costumes!" After hearing that, I then pulled out my second katana from my back, and held out both blades in front of me. He's wrong... we're not wearing costumes. Then, all four of us jumped out into the air.

"Here they come!" shouted the leader. "Blast 'em!" These guys were young, but they're no rookies. They've been around, toughened by the streets. They've fought and beaten everything on two legs in this area... except us. We flew down and hit them airborne.

I struck two on my way down. Donatello nailed a third with his staff. These punks didn't waste time on hand-to-hand. They then broke into small groups... and opened up with their artillery, pulling out pistols from their back pockets. I turned to see Raphael fighting a couple more members with utter rage in his eyes.

One of them began to slowly quiver in fear at my sai-wielding brother. Raph loved this stuff; the thrill of being in battle. The thrill of kicking the shell out those unfortunate enough to cross his path and mess with him. It was absolute bliss to him. His sais flashed as he leaped. He used both his weapons and rammed two members in the chests with them, killing them instantly. He turned around to face another member who was desperately trying to reload a shotgun. These three toughs didn't even see it coming. Before the punk could have the chance to pull the trigger, Raphael darted towards him and rammed his rock-hard fist at the member's jaw with full force.

I saw Donatello facing two other members.

They both charged at him, but he was quick, and smacked one purple dragon upside the head from behind with the end of his staff and roundhouse kicked the other in front. I then turned around to see Michelangelo caught in the same situation as Donny was; facing two purple dragon members. One from behind tried to swing at him with a lead pipe, but Michelangelo ducked. The other in front tried to smack him downwards with a baseball bat, but Mikey jumped and preformed a perfect split kick, knocking them both hard in the chests and falling to the concrete floor.

"Dragon-Face," asked one of the frightened members, standing back-to-back with said leader, "who are these guys?!"

"Don't know!" Dragon-Face responded. "Some kinda freaks! But even freaks can bleed!" He then pulled out a long pocket knife from his coat.

"Cut 'em!" He ordered. With that, some of the last members pulled out their own knives and charged at us. Yes, we can bleed, but so can they. Holding both my katanas, I then dashed at them. Before they even knew it, my blades slashed at them on both my right and left while running in a straight line. And so, all of the members fell to the dirty concrete floor, bleeding and dying. All, except one. And that last one was the leader, Dragon-Face.

As all four of us walked slowly towards him, he began to tremble as we got closer, obviously intimidated by us. I saw the fear growing in his eyes, the sweat oozing down his forehead, and his breath heaving nervously.

Already starting to panic, Dragon-Face dropped his knife and dashed away, running towards the streets. Thinking quickly, I pulled out a small Kunai* and tossed it at the fleeing Purple Dragon leader.

And then "SHINCK!" The kunai had sunk deep into his back. Dragon-Face seem to have froze on contact with the small leaf-shaped dagger. Finally, he fell to his knees, then flat on his stomach, lifeless.

The four of us then walked towards the leader's dead body. I pulled the kunai from his back and placed it away. We all then turned to view all of our work. Every single Purple Dragon that we just fought were all on the floor either dead or bruised. Just like that, it was all over. Our first major skirmish was over and we were still standing. Our training had served us well... Master Splinter would be pleased.

Suddenly, a police siren wailed close by, coming fast. Someone must have reported hearing gunshots around here. By the time the police arrive, they would find only what was left of the Purple Dragon gang. The four of us saw a nearby storm drain just about a few feet from where we were. I then sighed.

We didn't like to run from those who would be our allies, but we must. They would not understand us. The storm drain beckoned, and so, one by one, we all went down the sewer hole without a trace of being spotted. We were never far from a means of escape... for we were trained in the ways of ninjitsu. We strike hard and fade away... into the night.

(*Kunai is a type of leaf-shaped ninja dagger that is famously used by ninjas.)

Well, I hope you guys enjoyed it. I will update the next chapter soon. Until then, COWABUNGA!