Disclaimer: Like every other story I've posted on this site, It does NOT belong to moi. Sad, isn't it?
A/N: I know what you're all thinkin': 'What! Another story?' Yeah, I know, bad Mickis. There should be some kinda law on how many stories you're allowed to put up at the same time. But, since I'm pretty sure there isn't, I'm here to start another. The idea is still very fresh in my mind, so I wouldn't naturally be posting it this early. But I fear someone might beat me to the punch if I don't, so now I kinda have to post it. I can't promise regular updates, as most part of this story is still in the planning stage. But, like I said, I couldn't leave it in the drawer. Because suddenly - not that many hours ago - it hit me! There is one major plot hole tearing up the entire ninja turtle-universe. You see, the human mind has always been curious, some more than others. A few of us never learned how to leave well enough alone. And in this particular case, they might wish they had.
Sorry this is so short, but it's meant to be. Please review anyway.
URBAN EXPLORATION
by
Mickis
Genre: General/Mystery
Language: English
Rating: T
Summary: In the New York City WE know, the TMNT lair wouldn't stay hidden forever...
Prologue
Urban exploration, or UE, is the examination of the normally unseen or off-limits parts of human civilization. Urban exploration is also commonly referred to as Infiltration, although some people consider Infiltration to be more closely associated with the exploration of the active or inhabited sites.
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I've seen things you haven't, visited places most people never even know exist. I've crawled through underground tunnels dated all the way back to Word War I. I've broken into power plants and taken pictures of depths many of us don't have the courage to reach. I've read eighty year-old newspapers that I've found in old, abandoned mansions hidden in the calm of the woods. I've even wandered down the grand, infamous corridors of our haunted mental hospitals throughout the country.
Yet even an urban explorer like myself wasn't prepared for the wonders I discovered beneath the streets of New York City.
I had lived all my nineteen years in the Big Apple, still I had no knowledge - or even the slightest suspicion - of the dark angels that protected it, envied it.
How was I to know of the things I might stumble over? I was merely a kid. I was curious.
I was naive.
Chapter 1 coming soon...