Summary: When the Foot show the turtles that they are worthy allies, they suddenly turn around and make a dramatic change back to their old ways. A strange character comes into their lives, and she will prove to be their only chance of winning against the Foot. But will she win the acceptance of the turtle family?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, just my made up character, Tyler.
Intro
Silence. That was all that could be heard over the city of New York. There was a loud boom that shook the city and an unusual beam of light cut through the dark night. The heads of unearthly characters cast their eyesight up towards the sky. Giant turtles. Those were the features they carried.
There were all alike. Well toned, muscular, and walked up right. There were four of them, each bearing a different colored bandana over their eyes. A way to tell them apart, but it wasn't the only way. They were distinguishable by their attitudes.
The eldest, Leonardo, bore a blue bandana. He was the leader. Confident, caring, selfless. His face creased as concern flicked across his features. He clenched his hands together in fists, and looked to one of his brothers on his right.
Raphael. He bore the red bandana. He was hot-tempered, easily disturbed, though he may appear rough on the outside, when one of his brothers were in trouble he would immediately rush to their aid. He drew back his lips, his teeth grinding together.
The third brother, Donatello, wore a purple mask. He was the brains of his brothers, completely intelligent and always knew the right answer. He usually broke apart the fights that Raphael and Leonardo always and normally burst into. He placed a hand on his forehead, and let out an exhausted sigh.
The last, Michelangelo, wore an orange mask. He was usually the comic relief. When situations were bad and his brothers were in deep thought, he usually came up with some sort of witty joke to brighten up their spirits and had his brothers respond to his jokes with a good-hearted laugh. Tilting his head he watched as the beam of light raced through the sky.
All four brothers were trained as ninjas, over the course of 15 years by their rat father, Master Splinter. When the turtles were found in the sewers, they were actually just normal looking turtles. Then Splinter, a human at the time, found them. All five of them came in contact with a powerful acid green slime, and were all transformed into what they are today.
"Well..." Came Michelangelo's dumbfounded voice, "What do we do now?" He asked.
Leonardo crossed his arms, eyes narrowing, "First, we need to find out what the source of the problem is." He sighed, "Right now we can't really do anything." He looked down at the street from the top of the building they were standing. He closed his eyes and tapped one of his fingers on his muscled arm.
Raphael's gruffy voice almost made Michelangelo jump. "Why don't we just go towards the source and find out exactly what's going on?" He asked, casting his brown eyes on Leonardo. He growled, gripping his sai.
Donatello just shook his head, "Honestly Raph, does it look like we can do anything?" He watched his hot-tempered brother cast a glare at him. Donatello looked away and tapped his foot on the edge of the building.
Leonardo looked to Raphael and frowned, "We shouldn't do anything at the moment. We could get seriously hurt if we don't develop a plan." He crossed his arms.
Raphael growled at his brother, "Well while you're planning I'm going to see for myself." He prepared to leap forward when someone grabbed his arm. Raphael whipped around to face Leonardo, "Let go of my arm, Leo." He demanded, clenching his fist.
"Like I said, We're not doing anything until we plan something out and talk to Master Splinter first." He fiercely let go of Raphael's arm. "Why can't you follow a single, simple order, Raph?" He growled. "Now come on, Let's go back." He turned around, stepping away from the edge and took to a sprint.
With his brothers following, they lept from building top to building top, flying down to the street and then slipped unseen into the sewers of New York.
They whisked through the sewer pipes, around bends and curves. All four turtles dropped through a hole. They appeared in an old abandoned subway station.
This was their home.
The brothers descended down the main stairs and walked quietly to Splinter's meditation room.
The rat looked up from his thinking with concern on his face. "Something troubles you my sons." He said with his heavy Japanese accent, "What is the problem."
As the brothers knelt down in front of Splinter's ankle high table, Leonardo began explaining the events that had unfolded that night.
As he finished, Splinter folded his arms behind his back, his tail whipping back and forth. After a long moments thought he finally spoke, "We should wait until something shows it's self." He paused, "It is unnecessary to waste energy on something that isn't too important at the moment."
Raphael snorted, "So what? We just sit around and do nothin'? He growled, "There's somethin' out there and if we don't do somethin' then we'll be in more of a mess then we are now!" He narrowed his brown eyes, the bandana around his head creasing into neat folds.
Splinter raised up his hand, just as Leonardo was about to yell at Raphael. "Be patient my sons. The right time will come for when you must take action." He nodded his head once, and waved his hand towards the door. "You are dismissed.
Michelangelo was the first to get up. "Come on guys.. Heeeey who's hungry?" He asked, a wide grin appearing on his face. It was silent for a couple of moments as the other three brothers rose to their feet.
Donatello groaned, "Mikey, we've had pizza every night. Don't you think we should try something else. I'm not hungry anyways, I have machinery to tend to." He walked past Michelangelo, who was watching Raphael and Leonardo cast glares at each other. Then the blue banded brother turned and stalked swiftly out of the door.
"You should get that pizza started, Mikey." Came Raphael's scruffy voice, "They'll be hungry soon, and I know I will." Without another word he left the room as well, leaving Michelangelo alone with Splinter. The rat smile at him, "Your brothers are very concerned with the events that are taking place in the city. I am sure some pizza will lighten up the mood." He took a couple of steps back to the soft pillow that lay on the floor. He sat down and bowed his head, ears folding back as he went back into deep meditation.
Michelangelo hopped from the room, and carefully closed the door behind him, walking swiftly over to the kitchen and getting to work on the pizza. "I'll be sure to make it extra cheesy." He said to no one in particular. Michelangelo jumped in shock as a screeching noise erupted through the subway.
The orange banded turtle snapped his hands to his head and shut his eyes tightly. "What is that noise!" He screamed. And just as soon as it had started it had stopped. Removing his hands from his ears he cautiously looked around to find a dumbfounded Donatello walking down the stairs.
"What was that?" He asked, looking around. Michelangelo shrugged and walked over to his brother.
They both looked to the floor as it began to shake lightly, "Something's coming." Came Leonardo's voice.
He lept down from the second floor balcony and reached his hands behind his back, grabbing his katana from their sheaths. He spun them around in his hands and took a stance as the rumbling became louder.
Raphael appeared at his side, reached down to his waist and taking hold on his sais. He took to a battle position just like Leonardo. Donatello grabbed his Bo staff from it's holder on the back of his shell, taking a step back in place with his brothers and Michelangelo quickly gripped onto his nunchuks. He spun them around, and took a couple steps backwards.
"You guys ready?" Leonardo asked, his bandana tails blowing through the slight draft that was carried from up in the city. Grinning, he knew the answer was yes. The ninja turtle brothers never backed down from a battle, unless it was getting too serious. They all ran forward, weapons at the ready as a giant creature slammed into the subway, debris shooting through the air.
It flapped mighty wings, throwing it's red head around through the air. Long teeth glinted in the light as it charged forward on four paws.
Leaping into the air, the turtles slashed at it, kicking, punching, doing as much damage as they possibly could. The creature swung it's mighty paws through the air, claws raking down the cement walls as it missed a fear stricken Michelangelo. The orange banded turtle hurled himself at the beast, knocking into it's chest and sending the creature falling to the floor.
It screeched and flipped itself around, sending the turtle flying through the air. He hit the wall with a grunt and fell to the floor, landing on his feet. He staggered to the left a little and ran forward. "This isn't working, dudes!" He called as he began hacking into the beast once more.
Leonardo was swinging his katana at the dragon-like creature. It was causing way too much destruction in their home. Broken pieces of wall were thrown through the air, splitting into millions of pieces as it crashed to the ground. "We gotta lure it to the surface." Leonardo called, his brown eyes frantic, though he didn't stop fighting.
"There's no time!" Came Donatello's panting voice, his Bo staff whacked into the beast's head and in return it cried out and turned it's attention to the purple banded turtle. Donatello gulped as the beast roared in his face. "Whoo ma, do you need a breath mint." He said frantically waving his hand in front of his face. In response he was knocked to the side.
Leonardo and Raphael ran together at the creature, weapons raised. They stopped in their tracks as the beast started throwing a wild fit. It twisting and turned, it's head whipping through the air. On it's back, Michelangelo was perched, gripping on for life, though his face showed no fear. It held excitement. "Yee Haw! Dudes, you so gotta try this!" He yelled and then was tossed to the side as the beast bucked wildly.
The orange banded turtle slid on his back as he hit the ground, his shell making screeching noises as he came to a halt. Roaring in extreme anger, the beast whipped around and thundered down the subway tunnel. Leonardo was about to chase after it when everything went silent.
Michelangelo rolled to his side, grunting with effort. He pushed himself to his feet and brushed his knee pads off. "Well, that was…bogus." He said, now wiping the dust from his skin.
Appearing from underneath some rubble came Donatello. He coughed lightly and hoisted himself into a standing position, "So, where did it go?" He asked, rubbing his sore head. Raphael paced to look down the subway tunnel. He narrowed his eyes.
"It's defiantly gone." He muttered, "but I don't get why it just attacked us. And how did it find our lair in the first place?" All eyes turned to Leonardo. Since he was the leader, he was expected to make decisions.
He reached up, and slid his katana back in their sheaths. "I don't know. There has to be something that had purposefully lead it here." He placed his arms by his side.
All four brothers turned their attention to the main stairs of the subway station. Splinter stood there a shocked look on his face. "My sons, are any of you hurt?" When they all shook their heads, relief washed over the rat's face. "It appears that we are in a bigger situation that I had thought. You must all keep your eyes out for anything unusual." He said to them, "We do not know if this will be your greatest challenge yet, my sons."
End intro
After note: Wells, what do you guys think? It's a long chapter, I know I know, but I wanted to make it meaningful shrug
But you all know what I would like D REVIEWS REVIEWS!
