Authors Note:
Hiya there, this is the first story I have written and posted in more than a year, I have been a written of Dragonball Z/GT stories before this and they were reasonable liked by people. I have always loved this series too, so I thought I would give it a try… so moving on
-This story is an AU and begins from the end of Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles 2: Secret of the Ooze Movie. It's set around 2 years after the movie….If any of the characters appear of out character then I do apologies.
-Disclaimer: I do not own teenaged mutant ninja turtles characters.
-Please do not steal any of the original characters I created, they were created by me for the sole purpose of this story.
-Warning: This story does involve violence, language and adult themes, if you are under the age please turn back now! You have been warned!
Tears of the elate
Chapter 1 (Prologue)
BROOKLYN, NEW YORK – Saturday 28th July at 2:15am
The music went up as the front door to no. 17 Juniper Street opened and three young teenagers James, Michael and Marco stumbled out the door. Moderately drunk they leave the house party, run by of their class mate Lauren Burke, intent on finding fresh entertainment. James is the least drunk, snatching the keys dangling between Marco's fingers.
"Relax man ill drive" he mumbles, Marco reaches out grabbing the sleeve of his t-shirt lazily.
"Did you forget buddy, you came in your own car! That shit box of yours that can't even hit 90mph!"Marco blurts with a hefty laugh, joined by Michael as they continued drinking from bottles of tequila and walking down the dimly lit street. With a sarcastic laugh James nods, turning on his heel and holding the keys out to Marco who snatched them back with his free hand.
Passing several paralleled parked cars, they arrive at Marco's 1997 Volkswagen, the bumper bar slightly dented and the back wheel hub caps missing. Michael drops his bottle of tequila, watching as it shatters upon hitting the concrete, the last drops of alcohol spattering the hem of his jeans.
"Aw fuck man! That was like my last bottle!" he curses, waving his arms in frustration. James shakes his head with a chuckle
"Don't worry man, there is plenty more of that stuff in town, ill see you guys there ok?" James gave a short wave as he walked across the street and toward a side street where his Toyota was parked, fiddling in his pockets for his keys as he vanished into the street. Opening the driver side door, Marco downed the last drop or tequila from his bottle, throwing the empty bottle into the back seat.
"Get in man, we have beat him to 'The Fiddler', prove myself right about that heap of his!" Marco gets into the car, Michael walks around to the front passenger side, as he opens the door the sound of a curdling scream stops him, he turns around looking toward the direction of the sound, and it came from the side street where James had parked his car.
Marco opens his door, stepping out of the car and walking toward the street, Michael follows, both leaving the cars doors wide open.
"What the hell was that?" Michael asks following behind Marco, wide eyed Marco shakes his head. They enter the street and not far away sits James's Toyota, the driver side door open but James is nowhere to be seen. They run to the door and back away with shock as the seat, steering wheel and inner door are splattered with blood.
Marco panics.
"JAMES! Oh my god, James where are you?" he screams into the night.
"Call the cops Michael!"
Michael reaches into his jeans pocket pulling out a cell phone, his vision slightly blurred he finds it hard to dial.
"I can't fucking see the numbers!" he shouts urgently, Marco snatches the phone and dials 911, after a few rings woman's voice answers.
"911 Emergency"
"Yes hello, please, please help us I think our friends been abducted…"
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK – Moday 30th July at 12:03 pm
"In today's top stories, Police are still helpless in solving the disturbing increase in the cities kidnappings of young teenagers. As previously reported by channel 5, since the abduction of James Kinsky, the total has reached 56 and still none of the victims have been found. Chief Sterns has come on the record to say that whatever evidence is recovered will be released to this station the moment it comes to light." She changes her tone to a lighter one.
"Many Parents of the missing teenagers still hold out hope that the victims will be found alive, even though some have been missing for over 5 month." April looks down to her papers, shuffling to the next page, taking a deep breath.
"Also in the news today, the death of Scientist Professor Jordon Perry, a previous spokesman of TGRI and lobbyist for the removal of buried radio active waste throughout the state. His body found floating in the Hudson River early this morning, in what is being labeled by police an apparent suicide. Professor Perry was a driving force in the cleanup in New Jersey in previous years of radio active material..."April continues with the rest of the daily news, until after the weather is announced.
"So there you have it, a rainy day tomorrow in New York City, this is April O'Neil, Channel 9 daily news." As the camera man shouts cut, April lets out a long breath and stands up quickly from her seat, her hair tied back neatly in a bun she rushes from the news room. Power walking her way to her corner office she retrieves her bag, umbrella and changes out of her heels and into her sneakers from under her desk.
Taking the elevator down to the parking lot she reaches her car, exiting the parking lot she heads for home on a cloudy morning. Her mind pre occupied fully with Professor Perry's death, it seems so hard to believe, what reason could have possibly driven him to such an act. After all he had done, all he had planned to accomplish.
She interrupts her train of thought, remembering she had promised Casey she would pick up lunch on the way home. Turning into the next street she heads for the corner convenience store, "Chicken and avocado toasted sandwiches sounds good" she mumbles to herself.
To be continued ….