New York city was bustling as usual, the people who inhabited the city still busy in the midnight hours. However, unlike the day, it wasn't as crowded and car-packed. Instead it was quite serene, peaceful almost, at the small bustle that was so small compared to the days unruly and loud ways. However, in the serene and calmness that had spread across the city, not everything was right. And it was all because of mutants. People, animals, or even objects that had become mutated by the infamous Mutagen that now possessed abilities unknown before and there entire demeanor changed from the molecular fusion. They rampaged the city, causing damage beyond what was thought possible by a single being.
Mutants rampaged the city at night, but there was always someone who could help. Usually it would be a team of four mutants that knew the city well and tried their best to keep it safe from harm. But they weren't perfect, and they had their problems as well. They couldn't save the city all the time, and when that arose there was no one there to help, no one there to keep the city safe from harm . . . until a few measly weeks ago. No one knew how or why, but there was suddenly a lone wolf helping to protect the city from harm, helping to stop the mutants from their rampages across New York city. This night was one of many in which the supposed lone wolf came out.
It stood still on the rooftop of a building, looking around and surveying the area that surrounded it. It was concealed in a shawl, one that perfectly fit it's demeanor so that it's features were hidden well. It looked around once more before spotting its prey. There, running through the streets, was a mutant that was never fun or friendly. It was shadowed out because of the unresponsive street lights, but by the size of the creature, the figure could tell which mutant it was. This one despised and wanted to kill anything that moved, even if it was a scrap of paper. The figure needed to be careful, as this one would attack it if given the rightful moment. The figure sighed, realizing the four mutants it had rarely seen were nowhere in sight.
Quickly, without much energy, but with much hesitation, the figure jumped down into a nearby alleyway and watched, still hidden in the shadows, the creatures slow movements. The mutant looked confused and baffled, as if whatever it had been chasing had suddenly disappeared without a trace of where it had scampered off to. It looked a little depleted, but the sudden noise of a trash can being hit sent it spiraling to look towards where the figure hid. The shadow gasped and crept back into the shadows, trying its best to keep itself concealed from the mutants prying eyes. However, the creature had heard and now seen something move and slink away. It roared, it's mutagen green eyes flashing in disdain as it raced towards the alleyway.
The figure gasped before climbing onto the fire escape, quickly wrapping the shawl around its frame and hiding in the hanging ladder and landings. The mutant entered the alley a moment later, roaring as it warned whoever was in there that it was angry, that it wasn't friendly. It stopped short once it saw that there was nothing in there but still objects that barely moved at all. It growled and huffed. Something had come in here. Something had gotten away from it before it entered the alleyway! THAT SOMETHING HAD TO STILL BE IN HERE! It roared and cried, confused and angry at its misfortune. It sniffed the air, but the mutant was still unable to detect anything.
The figure sat quietly in the fire escape, unmoving and unyielding to the fact that it was alive. It shrunk down when the creature roared again, the shadow sensing that at any second the monster below would go berserk. It had to stop it before the mutant got the chance to do so. Reaching onto its back it pulled a thin, yet sharp blade. It glinted eerily for a moment, but the beast seemed unaware of the new speck of light. Instead it searched inside of the vacant garbage bins and trash cans that were strewn about. The figure was thankful. but it didn't spare the slightest moment. It stood up quietly and crouched on the railing of the escape, readying itself to scare the beast or, if need be, to end it.
Before the shadow got a chance another figure, cloaked as well, swooped down from its perch below and landed perfectly fine on the ground. The creature roared in sudden surprise at the new thing, but it quickly regained cover and balance. Immediately the mutant lunged, ready to strike down the new person where they stood. However, with the beasts massive weight and slow movements, the second figure jumped out of the way in time, back-flipping through the air and landing safely behind the creature. The first figure was in shock, but watched carefully as the second figure took a strange object out and blew into it. Immediately a strong sound resonated through the area, identifying the object as a mere whistle . . . a whistle that scared the light of day out of the creature.
The mutant reared back suddenly, a terrifying scream-like howl resonating from its throat, before it turned tail and ran. It climbed on top of the fire escape, the first figure barely missing its giant, clawed paws, before the mutant took to the rooftops and scampered away like a frightened puppy. The first figure was in utter shock and annoyance at the same time. Whoever this person was it had taken its opportunity to help the city. The first figure felt it was their duty to help this city, therefore helping their family as well. It wanted to growl or scream or do SOMETHING, but nothing come out, the figure's voice refusing to work properly or even at all.
The second figure was looking around, trying to see if there was anything that was a threat still in the area. When it realized there wasn't, the second figure jumped upwards and started back up towards the rooftops. The first figure followed in pursuit, keeping a safe distance between it and whoever this other creature was so as not to alert it. However, though the first figure was silent and definitely stealthy, the second figure knew that something was following it. Though whatever it was, they didn't know. Instead, the second figure ran faster.
For a long time this pace was kept up. The second figure would speed up and the first one, following close behind, would stay close, but not close enough to be harmed or noticed. Though, from knowledge, it was already found out. Finally, after almost an hour of Cat and Mouse, the game ended. The second figure wasn't paying attention, looking back to see where the thing that was chasing it was at. Suddenly, without warning, it slipped, falling off the building as there was no more rooftop to run on. The first figure, realizing what happened, tried to stop, but only managed to careen into the other figure, sending both shadows toppling to the ground.
The fall was dangerous and unpleasant, especially with the ending. Both figures hit the ground HARD, and neither one of them could find the strength to get back up. The first figure groaned in distress and grumbled a few words in another language before sitting up, but not even letting the thought of standing cross its mind. It was in too much pain and it was in too much of a daze to do so, so sitting on the ground was the best option. Another groan, one of utter pain, echoed through the alleyway in which the two shadows had landed in. The first figure looked to its right where, lying at the end of the alley, near the dead-end brick wall, was the second figure that it had been chasing for quite some time.
"What . . . ow . . . what the heck were you doing c-chasing me?" The second figure asked, it's voice male. It clutched its right arm, the smallest droplets of blood falling to the ground and landing in an ever growing puddle. The first figure sighed, realizing the second figure, male from the voice, had gotten injured on the way down. Hopefully not too badly.
"Trying to figure out who you are. Chasing probably wasn't the best thing, huh?" The first figure asked, the voice a soft, creamy female's. The male figure looked up at the cloaked female and shook his head, groaning at the steadily growing pain in his right arm. Instantly, recognizing the fact that the mysterious male was injured, the female ran over with what little strength she had and helped him up. However, upon touching his skin, she nearly froze where she was sitting. His skin, when seen in the light was . . . green. Almost a leaf green color. She helped him to sit up and quickly grabbed her kit out, not wanting to waste time or to let her mind linger on his skin color.
Finally, though, the thought grew too great for her, and she HAD to ask. She looked at the male, whom said was leaning against the wall, eyes shut as he tried to level the pain with other thoughts. She sighed before, finally, letting her voice work once more. "Hey, uh, can I ask a question?" She asked, watching as the figure opened his eyes and nodded, watching her as she did to him. She continued. "Who are you?"
The figure looked a little surprised for a few minutes before sighing and sitting up. His hand reached up and grabbed the hood of the cloak, tugging on it as if asking if she wanted to see what he looked like. The female nodded, noting that he wasn't very much of a talker. The male nodded and, with hesitation, drew the cloak off of him. The female stopped bandaging mid-way, staring at the sight before her. It wasn't a person, no, it was an animal. A MUTANT animal.
It was a male mutant turtle with stormy blue eyes and a royal blue mask, a cloak hanging loosely from his neck. The shadowed out female couldn't believe her eyes, and the royal blue masked turtle wouldn't believe his own when she revealed herself.