Turtles!
Title : Welcome To The West!
Chapter 1 : DRAW!
New York!
Bar!
1885!
A man with blue hair and a long jacket made of rawhide was sitting at the bar table. Waiting for a specific somebody to walk through the doors. This man's blue hair went down to his shoulders. The man heard the doors rattle and he looked up to see, another man with a cowboy hat on his head. This man had a metal suit of armor on his entire body with points at the top of his helmet. He had a metal mask over his face. The man with the blue hair flipped around on his stool and pulled a gun. The metal man left his gun at his side and showed no signs that he was afraid. The man with the blue hair glared at the metal man.
" The Shredder." Casey stated, " So we meet at last." The Shredder looked at him.
" What's your beef with me stranger?." The Shredder asked. A big guy walked up beside, The Shredder. Casey looked at him and saw that he had a lot of muscles on his body. He then looked back at, The Shredder and glared.
" I'm calling you out." said, Casey, " For the murder of my father." The Shredder looked at him.
" What's your family name?." The Shredder asked. Casey smiled at him.
" It's, Jones." Casey stated, " Arnold…Casey…Jones." Casey looked and saw the claws on one of, The Shredder's gloved hands.
" Alright." The Shredder replied, " Let's head out in to the street and settle this like men." Casey and The Shredder proceeded to head outside the bar. Once outside they walked out in the street and turned to face each other.
" We'll each take ten steps back." Casey replied, " Whoever's bullet hit's the other guy first is the winner." The Shredder nodded in agreement with those terms. Casey and The Shredder proceeded to take ten steps backwards from each other. After they finished taking their ten steps they stared each other down.
" Are you sure you want to do this, Mr. Jones?." Asked, The Shredder. Casey nodded his head.
" You brought this on yourself when you murdered my father." The Shredder said,
" Draw." Mr. Jones and The Shredder drew their guns and they both fired. Mr. Jones fell to the ground. The man with the red eyes put his gun in his holster and then walked back towards the bar leaving, Mr. Jones lying on the ground.
End of Chapter One!