It was a normal night in New York City. At least, the part visible to the mortals eyes.
On the outskirts of town, a red masked turtle stumbled into a warehouse. He came to blow off some steam, for he had been arguing with his brothers in the hours prior. His plan was to bang some things around, assuming the place was empty. Boy was he wrong.
"Well well well. What do we have here?" A voice said from the shadows.
"Whos there? Ill give you till the count of five to show yourself!" The mutant yelled pointing his sais in every direction, prepared for an attack.
Out of the shadows stepped a man, maybe in his early twenties, followed by an entire army of teenagers armed with classic weapons. Swords, Bow and arrows, daggers, the occaisional spear. Every one of them seemed to be ready to attack at any given moment.
"Why hello. Im General Bloodshed. Commander of the highly elite. State your name." The man said.
"Raphael. You wanna fight or are you gunna leave me alone? Personally I wouldnt mind bustin some heads." The mutant said smugly.
"These soldiers are an arrangement of the most powerful, the strongest, the smartest, most capable of our kind. You believe you can beat us?" The General laughed humorously.
"I helped stop an alien invasion, what makes you tnink I cant handle a few puny humans? And waddaya mean 'your kind'? Are you not human?"
"Demigods. Half god, half human. Welcome to the Operation." The General smiled wickedly as a seriously beefy dude stepped up, "Raphael, meet my brother, Bonecrusher, Son of Ares. Have fun"
Bonecrusher advanced on the mutant, weilding a powerful double bladed ax. They fought long and hard, Raphael getting injured in the process. But in the end he won, and went on to win against four more.
"Seems like ive beaten a whole lot of your 'elite warriors' domt ya think?" Raphael asked the General, " I want a challenge."
"You want a challenge eh? Fine then, prepare to face our strongest warrior of them all, Hurricane."
"Seriously? You call your best fighter Hurricane? This should be easy." Raphael laughed.
The previously laughing crowds hushed and parted. Fear flitted across a few of their faces. Raphael's comfidence started to diminish. That is, untill, he saw their 'mighty warrior'.
Emerging from the crowd was a girl. She had hair blacker than any black he had ever seen, which fell into layers at her shoulders and was currently up in a ponytail. Laced through the black was small sections of dark blue, making her hair look inky. Framed by the longest fullest lashes, were a pair of extreme blue green eyes, who appeared to have trouble deciding between the two. Her nose was petite, and slightly upturned, which sat just above her full rose red lips.
She appeared to be about five foot five and ,despite being a rather large bottomed girl, had a beutiful hourglass shape. She wore nothing but a black tanktop, jean shorts, converse, and some jewlery. Her only weapon was a dagger, and she had no protection whatsoever.
"Raphael, Meet Hurricane. Daughter of Poseidon, God of the Sea. Legacy of Thanatos, God of Death, Phobos, God of Fear, Nemises, Goddess of Revenge, Deimos, God of Panic, Nyx, Goddess of Night and Darkness, Hecate, Goddess of Magic, Ares, God of War, Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Strategy, and lastly, Hermes, God of Travellers, Messengers, and Thieves."
"Youve got quite the dark past their Hurricane. Lets see if your as good as that big old title makes you seem." Raphael mocked.
"You've got no idea Pretty Boy." She snarled. Hurricane charged at him full force, and he couldn't help but laugh. What could this girl possibly do to him?
Slashing and hacking, Hurricane fought with an intensity and passion Raphael had never seen before. He moved to stab her side, and she easily blocked the blow, and sent his sai skittering across the room. His mouth hung open in disbelief. But that was his downfall. Hurricane had him pinned to the ground, with her dagger pressed firmly to his throat.
"Never underestimate me, Raphael." She warned as she took her blade and embedded it in the floor beside his head and got up.
"Call me Raph. Who do you people work for?"
"We work for the Shredder." She replied shrugging, then in his ear she whispered, "Your interesting, meet me on top of the museum at midnight."
Walking back towards her fellow warriors, she threw a wink in his direction. As the Operation cleared the building, Raphael wondered what he had gotten himself into.