"Guys? Guys!"
It had been a normal day at the lair while the turtles killed some time before sundown. That was until April rushed in, breathing heavily from exhaustion. Raphael was the first to notice her since Donnie and Leo were busy somewhere else and Mikey concentrated really hard on beating his previous highscore at some video game.
"Sup, April? Something wrong?", he asked, punching his younger brother to get his attention and motioning him to get the others.
April waited until everyone came in before she spoke which gave her enough time to catch her breath.
"It's about Mr. Murakami. He hasn't appeared at his restaurant for a few days, so I went up to his apartment to see if he was okay. But no one answered the door...so I thought you guys could search for him?"
The turtles looked at each other, confused. "That's strange indeed", Donnie stated as he chew on his bottom lip, "he didn't say anything about leaving, and we've been there a few days ago."
Leo scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Then maybe something's happened to him. We'll go to his apartment tonight, and if it's still locked, we're going to break in for clues."
Everyone agreed to this plan, so as soon as night struck New York City four turtles snuck out of a manhole and made their way over the rooftops.
Unfortunately, Mr. Murakami's apartment was still dark and locked, like April had found it earlier. So their only option was breaking in, which wasn't hard to do since they had Donatello the braniac with them.
"Seems he's really not here", Raph whispered as they slowly stepped into the dark corridor. "Yeah", was Leo's response, "let's split up to find some clues on where he might have gone."
To not cause any unwanted attention from neighbours they left the lights off, but still there was enough from the streets outside to see something.
Donatello snuck into what seemed to be the living room, looking around for something helpful. Suddenly there was something under his feet, making him trip and almost fall, but he managed to regain his balance.
"What was that?", he thought, snatching the thing from the floor. He stared at the little device formed like a shell in disbelief. "A T-phone? How did that end up here?" Trying to push some buttons he realized it was broken.
"So this belongs to you?"
The turtle almost screamed in shock when the voice appeared out of nowhere. "Wha-?!"
"I asked if it's yours!"
He turned around, his eyes scanning the surroundings for anyone, but he couldn't find who was speaking. "Well, yes, but I don't know ho-" Suddenly a pain exploded in his head and everything went black.
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"I'm done, did you find anything?" Raphs head popped into the kitchen where Michelangelo was looking.
"Wpppft?" Mikey jumped back from the fridge, carrying a large bowl of pre-made Gyozas and half of it already stuffed in his mouth. It was immediately spanked out of his hand, followed by two three-fingered hands around his neck. "WHERE YOU EVEN LOOKING, YOU DIPSHIT!?"
"-LEO, HEEEEEEELP!"
"Guys, keep it down a bit, would you?!", Leo's voice came from the doorway. He finished searching the bedroom, but like his brothers he didn't find anything helping.
"Donnie, you finished?" The three of them returned to the hallway, looking for the purple-masked turtle.
"...Donnie?"
It was then when they heard a loud thump from where he had gone and rushed into the living room to witness a rather unpleasant scene.
A figure stood with their brother who lay unconcious on the floor, dressed in dark clothes.
It looked up to them, revealing nothing but small rips for seeing, the rest of it's face covered.
The three turtles immediately turned into alert-mode, ready to fight whoever it was that had attacked their brother.
Raph was the first to rush forward and grab the stranger by his collar, lifting him up a few inches from the ground. "WHAT DID YOU SUCKER DO TO HIM!?", he screamed and wanted to punch him in the face, when suddenly his arms were knocked to he sides and his face meet the figure's foot. He was caught by the others as he stumbled backwards, holding his bleeding nose.
"You okay?", Mikey asked while Leonardo eyed their attacker cautiously. He was now holding Kama in both of his hands, glancing at the turtles angrily.
The hothead grunted and wiped the blood of his face. "Yah, fine. Let's kick this fucker's butt!"
And without any further words a fight broke out; three turtles, their brother still knocked out for good, and the stranger who came out of nowhere.
Being three against one they thought it would be a quick fight, but unfortunately the living room didn't give the needed space for them and their shells to move freely - Especially with trying not to step on Donatello.
Whoever their opponent was - it was pretty clear he was highly skilled, swinging the Kama as if they were part of his own body. The floor was soon dripped with blood; some of it human, some turtle one. Their fight led them into the hallway which was big enough to give them more room - and right when Michelangelo was about to land a fatal strike onto the stranger's head thick, black smoke filled the room and made the turtles cough, blinded.
"B-back to *cough* Don-Donnie, quick...!"
When they stumbled back into the living room they blinked the tears out of their eyes and it took a few seconds until they could see again.
Well, what they saw was nothing more than a perfectly clean and empty room, clear from signs of any living form - including their brother.
Author's note:
Thank you for reading my story! The first chapter is kind of short, but the next ones will definitely be longer. :)
As long as I have some chapters ready I will upload weekly, so please review how you liked it so far!
