Chapter 1: You'll Never Know
A note: I don't own TMNT
Also, all of this fanfictions chapters are going to be song titles. Try to guess the song!
April O'Neil
You could tell that it was fall in NYC. Leaves were on the ground, and there was a lingering cold in the air. I was walking home from school, and I could feel the bitter wind lashing at my face. I clutched my coat tighter to me. Could it get any colder? At least I'll be warmer in the alleys where the wind can't hit me. (No, I was not trying to get myself killed. I took this route every day)
As I looked into the alley, it was clear that it was occupied. By none other than the Purple Dragons. Personally, I can't believe that they had the audacity to show their faces after we kicked their buts at Murakami's. As I looked closer, I could see their victim. A boy, probably fifteen or sixteen. He wore a purple T-shirt(which was impossible with this weather) and a pair of old jeans. He had short, unkempt, straight honey-brown hair, and mahogany eyes. As he struggled in the arms of one of the Purple Dragons, I caught a glimpse of the boy's face. It was covered in scars and cuts, and he wore glasses that gave him an edge of smartness, but what I noticed most was the large gap between his front teeth. I gasped.
"Donnie." It was the first thing I thought of. Their resemblance. And how I needed to rescue this boy as soon as possible. I just...had this feeling. I get that sometimes. I just know what to do, or where to go...especially when the Kraang are involved.
I growled involuntarily. The Kraang are terrible. They are responsible for tearing apart my family. I lost my mother because of them. And now my father was in danger. But I was not going to let the past happen again. I would never loose anyone I loved to the Kraang. Especially the turtles.
Especially Donnie.
I wasn't sure how they were connected, but I knew I had to figure it out. I pulled out my T-Phone and texted Donnie. He would probably be in the lair, or on patrol.
The Purple Dragons have this kid. There's something wrong with this kid...I don't know what, but I'm going to figure it out - April
I turned to the fight to see the boy grab the Purple Dragon holding him and flip him over on the ground. The Purple Dragon didn't get up. Another ran at him, holding a knife. The boy tripped him and kicked him in the stomach. The Purple Dragon collapsed with a groan. The boy reached back instinctively towards his back, as if something were there to help him. He gave in and put up his fists.
"You want a fight? I'll give you a fight." the boy said.
Suddenly, pinkish-purple lights flashed in the air, whizzing right in front of the boys face. Up on the rooftops, several Kraang were pointing their guns at the scene below. The monotonous voice of Kraang spoke
"The one who has the anti-mutagenic compound of Kraang shall be annihilated by Kraang."
"Oh, shell" the boy said. Just then, his phone vibrated.
"Hey kid, what's this?" a Purple Dragon asked, pulling out a T-Phone from his pocket. "Who bought you this thing?" he continued, waving the phone in the boy's face.
"I made it myself." the boy said. The Purple Dragon turned on the phone, revealing the message. As he read it aloud to his gang, the boy grew paler. "April," he muttered, "why now?"
"She's somewhere around here. Fan out and find her."
"Oh, no you won't!" yelled another boy from on the rooftops. This one was extremely muscular, with a red t-shirt and jeans. He had dark brown messy hair and fire burning in his eyes. On his flanks were two other boys, one with curly blonde hair and one with straight black hair. It was a matter of seconds before the group of Kraang were destroyed. The one with black hair finished first and jumped down into the alley to join the one in purple.
They're all the...no way, this can't be happening. They were turtles, if they had a retromutagen they couldn't become human. They're not the turtles, they can't be.
Right?