This is a sequel to TMNT (the CGI movie that came out in 2007). I knew they weren't going to make a sequel, so I made one myself. I own nothing. All characters belong to their respective owners.
Four turtles…Four brothers…Genetically reborn in the sewers of New York…Named after the four great renaissance masters…And trained as ninjas…For seventeen years, they have lived in shadow, their existence known only to a select few outsiders…always convinced that there would never be any others like themselves…But now…the four young warriors are about to learn a truth…a truth that will test their minds, hearts, and wills to the very limits of their abilities…Because all this time…all these years…they have never truly been alone.
Chapter 1
Strangers in the Night
In the still night, beneath a full moon shining down on New York City, four figures made their way across the many rooftops that made up the microchip-like blocks of the city. In a red-bricked apartment building, April O'Neil ruffled the pages of the Glamour magazine she was reading, and adjusted her seat on the sofa in front of the widescreen TV that sat adjacent to the staircase of her apartment. Her boyfriend, Casey Jones, was on the other side of the couch, staring wide-eyed at the TV; his favorite hockey team was playing against their cross-country rivals, and he was really getting into it. April didn't have much of a taste for hockey, so she looked out her open window. As fate would have it, April saw the four mysterious shadowy figures flipping and jumping over the rooftops. This sight did not surprise her, since she was a close friend to New York's anonymous crime fighters. But what she didn't know was that these figures weren't her friends. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello, and Raphael) were all in their underground lair, getting ready to go out for one of their late-night outings.
These figures, currently jumping between, around, and over the rooftops, were not from the area. They weren't from New York City. They weren't even from the state of New York. They were, in fact, from Montana. They had sleek muscles that rippled beneath their supple limbs; they had stamina equal to those in elite units of our armed forces; and they could disable a considerable amount of fortified opponents without being seen. Sound familiar? Their weapons gleamed in the moonlight, and their shells reflected star shine. Yes, these were mutated turtles, just like Leo, Mikey, Don, and Raph. But there was just one, small difference. These turtles were girls.
As the female turtles made their way across the tops of the many story buildings lining the crowded streets that wound through the center workings of the city, they past mazes of brick chimney heads, triangular skylights, iron heating vents, and long wire clothes-lines draped with laundry set out to dry. The rough calluses on their feet, borne from years of leaping through the high canopies of many native forests, scraped noiselessly against the weather beaten concrete that paved the flat residential buildings of New York. Traveling like this certainly took some getting used to, seeing as the wide expanse of manmade housing tops provided numerous landing options for the ninja acrobatics that the four of them used for getting around, unlike the close-growing forests that lined the countryside of their home state: in the trees, you have very limited options for a landing spot, whereas here, you could either land on the flat edge of the roof, or one of the many platforms that dot the edges of the roofs, or perhaps on top of one of the many roof-entrance doorways, the list was endless. However, this style of traveling also took extra work, for every building was constructed at a different height; one moment the four of them would be sprinting flat out across a flat roof, dodging fans and ladders, and the next, they'd be sliding down a slanted glass ceiling, or else scaling a gutter pipe up the side of an apartment building. It went way beyond the usual routine of springing and swinging from branch to branch or bough to bough like a group of gibbons.
Fate had its way again, as the girl turtles stopped for a rest on the one rooftop that was to be the guys' location of choice that evening. They chose to stop at this one because the evening they had planned was going to be intense; this roof had a tall water tower that provided a supply of cool, fresh water whenever they needed it, and it was sheltered on all sides from the curious eyes of New York citizens by means of a 5 foot tall concrete wall that lined the edges of the roof. The youngest of the four girls was tired from their hurried flight from the New York City airport, but she didn't feel like sitting down; instead, she hung by her legs on the water tower's ladder. The other three sat on the edges of the roof's wall, wondering what to do next.
"That was the worst plane ride I've ever been on!" said one of the four. She was the brainiest of the group. Her voice was very soft, but the annoyance was still obvious. "Completely inadequate."
"That was the only plane ride we've ever been on, Smart One," said another in a bored, tomboyish voice. "Not to mention the fact that we rode in the cargo hold. What did you expect, first class?"
"At least I didn't snore so loudly that it echoed around the whole hold!" retorted the first girl, her normally gentle voice hardening with annoyance.
"Knock it off, both of you!" snapped the oldest of the four, whose voice was much too jaded and experienced for someone of her age. Her two quarreling sisters fell into a resigned silence. She got up and started to pace.
"So what are we going to do now that we're here?" asked the youngest, in a voice that suggested a happy-go-lucky attitude and the attention span of a sixth grader.
"I don't know," said the oldest, not looking up. Frankly, she didn't have a clue what to do. Even though she was not the official leader, (the team had no leader), she was the one who usually led decision-making. But she wasn't the one who had decided to drag them all the way to New York. Her younger sister, the one who snored, had made that decision. She had been frantic to leave, but had never explained why.
"Isn't that uncomfortable?" asked the brainy sister, staring confusedly at her inverted younger sister.
"Nah," replied the youngest, swinging back and forth and letting her eyes slide shut. "Even though all the blood is rushing to my head, this feels nice." Her sister sighed. "Why did we come here anyway?" she asked, turning to her other sister, who was now lying on her back.
"I told you," she replied, turning over on her side, "Unforeseen complications arose, complications that could not be dealt with."
"And what might those complications be?" asked the oldest.
"Not something you should concern yourself with."
"Well I think," but before she could finish, her sister held up a hand to silence her.
"Listen!" she said. The turtles fell silent, then, in unison, turned their heads to the right. They could hear voices. Behind them, four figures almost identical to them in shape were skillfully maneuvering up, down and across a row of buildings just as they had been moments before, heading straight for their current rooftop.
"Oh no…" whispered the oldest.
Leo, Mikey, Don, and Raph were making their way swiftly towards the roof with the water tower on it and the wall around it. "What do you think we should do tonight, guys?" asked Leo. "I planned on having us run through a few rounds of Survival."
"But, I wanted to go check out that new sporting goods store over on Broadway," whined Mikey.
"Why? Are you planning on walkin' in and buying a new skateboard?" asked Raph, his rough Brooklyn accent edged with both amusement and sarcasm.
"Well, no… Not buying one," said Mikey innocently. "I just wanted to look at one. You know they got this new board design and it really…"
"Hold up," said Leo, halting the four of them on the edge of a slanted skylight. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What's that over there?" he asked, pointing over to next building in the row. The others peered over, studying the spot he was indicating.
Leo had spotted four figures standing together next to the water tower, and, judging by the way their heads were turned, they were staring right at him and his brothers.
"Who the heck are they?" asked Raph, both suspiciously and aggressively. Leo shook his head.
"Well, they don't look like any of our enemies," said Don anxiously, "So that's a good sign."
"I don't know," said Mikey, "They look kinda shifty to me."
"Well, there's only one way to find out," said Leo. He signaled for his brothers to follow him, then slid down the last few feet of the skylight, leapt across the space between the two buildings and landed, catlike, on a platform on the edge of the roof. The other three followed his lead, landing equally catlike beside him. The four strangers backed away, their faces hidden in shadow. "Hey," called Leo, "What are you doing up here?" Without answering, the strangers turned and ran, jumping off of the roof edge.
"Hey!" the boys called simultaneously, running over to the other side of the roof.
"Come on!" said Leo. The turtles took off after the strangers, matching their movements so they could keep after them without having to worry about watching for obstacles. The strangers were keeping to the shadows, so Leo couldn't get a good look at them. Whoever they are, he thought, they might be in for a fight.
Perfect, just great! the sisters thought as they fled from their pursuers. They were doing their best to keep to the shadows, so that these newcomers couldn't see them. The girls had already seen, and were a bit dismayed to find, that these new guys were just like them; mutated turtles, most likely around their age group, and, as far as they could tell, were trained in the art of ninjitsu, another attribute the girl turtles possessed as well. They knew these things because they had heard numerous stories about the four turtles. But they wanted to limit any contact - if not avoid it all together - while in the NY, which is why they now ran.
"Over here!" the eldest hissed. The girls dove into a large alleyway, devoid of any life, except for one very startled stray cat, who scrambled under a dumpster at the sight of the four giant turtles dropping in from above. The alleyway was lined with garbage cans and dumpsters, old bikes and discarded furniture, and the cobbled floor sloped down to a drainage grill in the middle of the alley. Black spidery fire escape stairs clung to the walls of the apartment buildings on either side.
"Drat!" the youngest exclaimed, "It's a dead end!" Looming in front of them was the back wall of a warehouse: they were trapped.
"No! Really?" retorted the brainy sister.
"Too late…" said the oldest. They could hear the turtles getting closer to where they were hiding. They turned to face their pursuers.
"They're down there!" said Don. The boys landed in the alleyway where the strangers were hiding. The light was too dim from where they were standing, so the only things the turtles could see were the silhouettes of the strangers, which were very oddly shaped; almost familiarly so.
"Hey you!" called Leo, taking a step forward.
"What?!" one of the strangers shouted. Leo took a step back in alarm. That voice was female. "What do you want?" the stranger asked, extremely aggressively.
"Yeah! Why'd you chase us?" asked another one, equally aggressive and also female.
"Wh…Who are you?" Leo asked cautiously.
"Here, take a good look!" said the first girl. The four of them stepped into the light of a nearby lamp. The boys gasped. Standing in front of them, arms either crossed or on their hips, were four giant, mutated turtles, just like them! Only, there were a few, slight differences. These turtles were a little shorter, lithe, and more slender. They all were wearing the same kind of elbow pads, kneepads, wristbands, and belts that the boys were wearing. They each had a pair of weapons tucked under their belts (except for one, who instead had what looked like a staff behind her shell, held down by a shoulder strap similar to Leo's). Lastly, they were all wearing masks just like the ones the boys were wearing, only theirs were different colors. The girl that had spoken first was wearing a black mask, the one that had spoken second wore a yellow mask (she looked like she was the youngest), the one with the staff was wearing a silver mask (she looked like the oldest), and the fourth one had a green mask, which was a different color than her skin.
"You're… You're," stammered Don, struck dumb by this sudden discovery. "We're what? Turtles?" asked the girl with the silver mask.
"Well, yeah!" Don replied.
"But you're girls!" exclaimed Mikey, who was obviously loving the whole situation.
"Gee, thanks for pointing out the obvious!" retorted the turtle with the green mask.
" Did you actually think that you were the only mutated turtles around?" asked the girl with the yellow mask.
"There's more than one science lab that likes to dump radioactive waste in places where baby turtles can step in it," said the turtle with the black mask. "Trust me."
The boys blinked. Now they were really confused.
"So… where do you girls come from?" asked Don, trying to sound casual.
"Montana!" said the youngest turtle loudly. The one with the green mask punched her in the arm. "Ow! What was that for?"
"Zip it!" her sister hissed, casting a wary glance at the boys.
"Well… What are your names?" asked Leo.
"Curious turtles aren't you?" snapped the girl who had punched her sister.
"Oh, hush," said the turtle with the black mask. She turned to the one with the silver mask, who nodded. "Fine," she said, turning back to facing the boys. "But pay attention boys because we don't like to repeat ourselves ." She jabbed a thumb at her chest. "I'm Freida."
The turtle with the green mask stepped forward.
"My name's Cleopatra."
The yellow masked girl waved a hand.
"I'm Elizabeth."
Then the silver masked turtle put a hand on her chest.
"And I am Joan."
"Okay," said Leo, inclining his head to them. He briefly noted that they were getting agitated, putting their hands on their weapons. "I'm Leonardo. These are my brothers: Michelangelo, Donatello, and Raphael," he said, gesturing to each of them in turn.
"Yeah, we've heard of you," said Cleopatra, fingering the hilt of one of her weapons.
"Why are they doing that?" asked Mikey his hand creeping towards one of his nunchucks.
"It's because they view us as enemies," said Raph, also putting a hand on the hilt of one of his sai daggers.
"Too right, buddy," said Freida, her shoulders squared and her legs tensed.
"Hey now, we're not looking for a fight," said Leo, putting his hands up.
"Besides, we wouldn't want to beat up a bunch of girls," added Mikey, without thinking. Don hastily stepped on his foot.
The four girls let out a unified gasp of outrage.
"Oh no he didn't!" exclaimed Cleopatra.
"Oh yes he did!" snarled Elizabeth, glaring at Mikey.
"Nice going, Pinhead!" said Raph, slapping his younger brother upside the head.
"You want a piece of us, Nunchuck Boy?" asked Freida furiously, her three-fingered hands balled into fists, and a dangerous look on her face. Leo, partly out of habit, stepped protectively in front of Mikey. Mikey opened his mouth to retort, but Don gently put a hand over it. Mikey pushed Don's hand away, then stepped out from behind Leo, a smirk hitched on his face. He whipped out a pair of his nunchucks and began twirling them.
"Mikey NO," Leo ordered, glancing nervously at the girls.
"Ooooooh, you wanna go?" challenged Elizabeth, taking a half step forward, a kind of fierce defiance in her eyes.
"Come get some," Mikey challenged back. " I'd love to see how easy it would be to beat a girl." He put emphasis on the last word. Don groaned. Now Mikey was actually trying to tick them off.
"Oh, that's it!" said Freida. The girls then drew their weapons. Joan's staff turned out to be a spear with a slightly curved head. Cleopatra drew a pair of needle-sharp sabers, and Elizabeth took out a pair of metal sickles. Freida's weapons, however, remained tucked under her belt.
"Why aren't you taking out your weapons?" asked Don, sounding a little hopeful.
"I prefer to work with my hands," replied Freida. She stepped into a fighting stance. "My weapons are metal fans, in case you were wondering."
"Leo…" whispered Raph, glancing nervously at his brother. Leo thought for a moment. Then he reached behind his head and drew his two katana swords. The others followed his lead. Don took up his bo staff, Mikey whipped out his other pair of nunchucks, and Raph drew his two sai daggers. The four of them stepped into their fighting stances. The girls laughed mirthlessly; fighting was one of their favorite pastimes.
"Okay boys, let's dance!" invited Joan, and the girl turtles ran forward.
Raph and Freida squared off. They circled each other, their eyes narrowed as each sized the other up. Quick as lightning, Raph aimed a strike at the side of her head with the side of his right sai. Freida blocked it with her left forearm. Raph tried another strike with his other sai, but Freida blocked that too. They struggled there for a moment, each trying to overpower the other. Then suddenly, Freida jumped two feet off the ground and front- snap kicked Raph right in the jaw, sending him backward. He landed flat on his back. He choked as the wind was knocked out of him. Gasping, Raph sat up, rubbing his jaw. He glared up at Freida, who was standing a couple feet in front of him, unabashed.
"All right," he said, standing up and seething with anger. "If that's the way you want it, don't say I didn't warn you."
"Bring it!" challenged Freida. Raph let out a snarl, then flipped his sai daggers over, so that the blades faced down. He threw a couple of downward slashes at Freida, who dodged them. He jumped up and spun in mid-air, aiming a strike with the heel of his left foot. Freida caught his ankle and threw him onto the ground. Raph quickly rolled onto his side and slammed his right foot into Freida's knees, which folded and buckled, making Freida fall with a heavy thud a little to Raph's right. Raph flipped himself over, so that he was standing on his hands. Then, with a loud grunt, he brought the heels of both feet down, hard, on Freida's solar plexus. Raph tasted triumph as he heard her gasp out as the wind was knocked out her. But the feeling was short-lived, for at that moment, Freida grabbed his ankle and twisted it. Crying out in pain, Raph rolled over backwards and jumped to his feet. Freida did the same, and they continued their fight.
Leo and Joan were having it at each other as well. Leo stabbed with his left hand sword and slashed with his right, but Joan block the attacks with her spear. Leo changed tactics and stabbed with his right and slashed with his left, but she blocked them too. Trying to fight someone with a spear longer than his two swords was a difficult matter. A lot of the blows she sent he could dodge, but they hit their mark more often than his did. Joan did not try to stab him, but she hit him with the flat of head and the shaft of the spear. Leo quickly spun his swords sideways and slashed diagonally at Joan's shoulders. Joan flipped her spear around like a windmill, knocking the swords out of the way. She aimed a jab with the end of the shaft, which Leo blocked. Joan then executed a side-flip over his head, wrenching her spear upward at the same time. When she landed, Joan's spear shaft was up under Leo's jaw, while her elbows pinned his arms to his sides.
"You're good," murmured Leo.
"Thanks, you're not so bad yourself," replied Joan.
Leo jabbed her in the sides with the hilts of his swords. She jumped back, releasing him.
"Please, we're not your enemies!" Leo pleaded, "We don't really want to fight you! Maybe we can talk about this?"
"Sorry," said Joan, "can't take any chances."
Don and Cleopatra were clashing left, right, and center. They were driving each other all the way around the alley, leaping over garbage cans and throwing each other into walls and onto the ground. Don could block a good amount of Cleopatra's blows, and she could block many of his. The sound of her sabers and his bo staff clashing together rang throughout the alley. They both had a sense of strategy, and they both were able to disable each other's attack plans. Don tossed his staff up in the air and caught the end of it with both hands, then swung it around like a baseball bat. Cleopatra brought her sabers around and stuck them into the side of the staff. Don jerked it back, bringing it close to his chest. He flinched a bit when he saw the deep notches that the sabers had left in the light brown wood. Cleopatra bent her knees and kicked out sideways at Don's shins. He deflected the kick with his bo. But then she spun around and tripped him with her other foot. She tried to hit him with the flat of her sabers, but Don brought his staff up and their weapons locked together, with Cleopatra's hands pinned on either side of the staff. She jerked one of her sabers up, so that the blade was at his throat.
"You wouldn't," hissed Don.
"You're right. I wouldn't dare," said Cleopatra sarcastically, pressing the blade closer to his windpipe.
"Fine," said Don. He twisted his bo staff so that Cleopatra's hands were freed. Don stood up again, ready for more.
Mikey and Elizabeth actually found their own battle quite amusing. They were perfectly matched, skill wise. The only problem was that they seemed to think the same way as well. Whenever one thought of throwing a punch, the other would be thinking the same thing, and they'd just end up punching each other in the face. But the one thing that really ticked Mikey off was that Elizabeth seemed to be just playing with him. He jabbed at her with his right fist, then followed through with a hook from his left fist. Elizabeth just stepped out of the way, pushing Mikey on the shoulder to propel him forward. Then she grabbed the knot of his orange mask at the back of his head and yanked him backward. The pressure from Elizabeth's fingers and thumb wedged between his mask and his head forced Mikey's eyes shut. Blind, Mikey felt himself being swung around in circles. Then Elizabeth released his mask, and Mikey was flung across the alley, where he landed, with a muffled crash, on top of a garbage bag. Mikey jumped up, coughing and retching at the horrendous stench.
"Ew! Gross!" he cried. He turned to find Elizabeth laughing her head off at him. Mikey whipped his nunchucks around, aiming for Elizabeth's shoulder. She held both of her sickles in one hand, hooked them around the nunchuck-chains, and jumped into a double front-flip while pushing off of Mikey's shoulder. This resulted in Mikey's nunchucks being tied in a knot when he turned to raise them again. Elizabeth guffawed.
"What's the matter?" she asked tauntingly, "Am I too fast for you?"
"I'll show you fast!" said Mikey as he untied his nunchucks. When he had freed the chains from their embarrassing knot, he ran at Elizabeth.
Raph and Freida were now fighting up on a fire escape platform. He now had her pinned against the railing, keeping one hand wrapped tightly around her wrist, so only one hand was free. He was having one heck of a time keeping her pinned and trying to block her punches at the same time.
"Let go of me you creep!" Freida delivered a couple of wicked low-kicks to both of Raph's shins. He winced angrily.
"Calm down!" he snarled, "I'm not trying to be your enemy!"
"Yeah?" hissed Freida, struggling even harder, "Well you've got a funny way of showing it!"
"Maybe it wouldn't be so hard if you just…sit…still!"
"Ha!"
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Freida felt a horrible pulse of pain radiate through her body, as if she had been stabbed with a lightning rod. It caused her to spasm. Startled, Raph let go of her wrist. Pain wracked every part of her body. Confused and desperate, Freida delivered a hard kick to Raph's chest, knocking him backward into the railing, then over the side. Luckily, he was able to hang on. Don, who had been knocked into a wall below, looked up to see his brother dangling.
"Let go, Raph!" he called, dropping his bo staff and holding his arms out. Raph let go of the rail. Don caught him, but the force of the fall knocked both of them flat on their backs.
Freida, meanwhile, was still on the platform, clutching her chest, her lungs heaving. She was terribly frightened at that moment. The pulse she had just experienced had made it feel like she was being shocked by an exposed telephone wire.
It's happening again, she thought. She looked up at the sky. It was getting very late. Freida knew that they couldn't continue fighting. That pulse had sapped her energy, so she would be of no use to her sisters. She whistled loudly to them.
"Let's clear out!" she shouted to them.
Cleopatra, Elizabeth, and Joan all jumped away from their opponents. They reached into their belts, and threw down some smoke pellets. Freida did as well. The boys, caught off guard, started to choke and cough. When the smoke finally cleared, the girl turtles were gone.
"What was that all about?" asked Don, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. Raph, dazed from the fall, struggled to his feet.
"They obviously got bored with us," he growled, coughing and rubbing his chest.
"I can't believe we just got our butts kicked by a bunch of girls!" said Mikey, untying his nunchuck chains again.
"Don't be so thick Mikey," said Leo, grimacing as he rotated his left shoulder, "Those turtles were good, very, very good."
"By the looks of it, they've probably been studying ninjitsu as long as we have," added Donny, "They looked to be about the same age as us."
"So, what do we do?" asked Mikey.
"We do nothing," said Leo firmly. "The best thing we can hope for is that they won't plan on making us enemies and move on." Raph opened his mouth to argue, but restrained himself and nodded.
"We should get back," said Leo. They all nodded and headed for the nearest manhole.