This is but a small story, one so small and obsolete, that it is easily ignored. It barely affected anyone of that time, but to the few who it did effect- it changed their lives. (I can't say 'forever', for it certainly did not do that much changing, and to little was done to make anything of the sort last 'forever'. ) It's a cute little love story, with a few odd characters strewn within it. By anyone who knew the story, the tale was referred to as 'The Red Letters'.
As quickly as they came, they were gone. He didn't watch them leave- he had a trap to rebuild. Who were they to judge him? Monster... They weren't quite human either- so who were they to say? There was something else, he knew, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He hated them, well, alright. Maybe 'Hate' as a word itself didn't quite describe it, but that was the closest he got. They were enemies to him...
He picked up one of their discarded shrunken, looking into it's scratched and finger-printed surface. He looked into one of his eyes- how fake it was. The other was brown, like that man in his nightmares. He could see the Night's Man in his own reflection, and thus cast it from him. The sharp metal fund itself lodged into the decaying brick wall, and in his mind he could measure the exact distance- 75.877 meters away.
He climbed to the collapsed roof, perching his hooked toes on the ashy fault line. Looking down, he saw his thousands of subjects staring up at him. They all depended upon him. For shelter, for food, and they looked for his brilliance to aide them. Those who served, survived. Unlike the rest of their kind in the vast city beyond, they were strong, large- fed. Their Blue-Blood had always managed to bring them food, often alive. He then took some of their strange, removable, outer layer for himself. He wore them as triumph- or so could his subjects understand. The rats looked up at him, trustingly. He would have to go out and hunt again.
The four that had just left haunted him as he jumped the chain-link border of his smallish-kingdom. Looking up, the saw the usual scenery, the stable structures in which prey so abundantly thrived. It never bothered him that they looked a lot like him in structure- for he knew. He was above them. Night's Man had told him every nightmare, every memory that came to mind. The words themselves were a little drowned out, but by his face and pride- yes. This monster was beyond all the others.
There, the feeding warehouse. It was filled with smaller preys, ones to weak fight back. Females of the Prey were always the weaker ones, who tasted better, but often had more fat on them. However, the males were a little rough, and these were easier to get. Here, there was jackpot. So many of them, asleep. The dumb, weak creatures...what a find. Besides, there were always more of them. The Blue-Blooded Monster made no hesitation.
Walking in through the glassed-up opening through the wall (and it opened so easily from the outside at this altitude), he made his advancement. His eyes glanced around the room, looking for the meatier ones. He found four right off the bat, and threw them over his shoulder. One of them woke, so a quick hit over the head silenced her. Picking up a few others, he turned to leave. They were so easy to carry! With a light and accomplished heart, he headed back home to feed his subjects.
"Are all of the relatives like that?" Casey interjected, leaping from one roof to another. "Or were those removed?"
"Don't use such big words, Case." Raph laughed, "You'll lose Mikey."
With a quick protest, the orange and red bandannas found themselves rolling around on the rooftops, trying to gain the upper hand. What grace, and what form, rivaling brothers shared. Don and Leo opted to stay out of the single fray. Casey shrugged his shoulders and moved on toward his own apartment. April was probably waiting to clobber him for something he didn't do again. Turning, he decided to use his brain for once.
"Hey- you guys said that you recognized the style." He noted. "Who do ya think it was?"
Don tapped his bo against his head. He did remember that style, oh so familiar, but who it belonged to was a little beyond him. Leo seemed to have similar trouble.
"Well, it wasn't Shredder's. That I know. And I doubt it was Karai's..." Mikey interjected from beneath Raph. "They kinda fight similar..."
"Then who does that leave?" Casey asked. Why he pursued the answer, he didn't care. There was just something buggin the edge of his brain. A possibility.
"Well, a lot of the stuff he did wasn't supposed to be humanly possible." Don recalled. "For instance, when he flipped off the side of the building- he should have either snapped in half or his his head on the building behind him- much less land so in a way he could run."
"Well, it doesn't matter. He was eaten by the rats." Leo hissed, pressing onward. Don shrugged to Casey, and in return, the vigilante nodded and went his own way.
"If you don't mind, I think I'll skip seeing more rats tonight." he whined, in reference to Splinter. Raph faked a stab in defense of his Sensei, and they quickly parted.
"Bishop-" Stockman came in to see his boss bent over a pale blue figure, yet half-alive. Blood covered his hands, and underlings spun around him in assist.
"What is it now, Stockman?" He didn't even look up.
"The Slayer...do you think he's still alive?"
The veins tightened in his boss's hands. The thin, horror-movie fingers nearly slipped, but quickly regained composure. A deep breath steadied the body, and still the boss did not look up.
"What makes you bring It up?"
"Well, for the fact that we can't find it..."
"Of course you can find it." His boss sighed, the poison on his tongue spraying all over his underling. "You yourself said so. Matter of fact, you said you had."
"Well...turns out the mechanical piece that was track-able has detached- and the actual-"
"Are you saying that you failed?"
"N-no sir. I-"
"Because if you have, then"
He made a loud, quick tear through the flesh of the creature, just as an emphasis on his permanent offer to the failures. The underlings zipping about him grew a little faster in response. Stockman swallowed hard.
"Um...never mind..." Stockman retreated back to his lab area. There was no way to track the Super Human- except for DNA, which would end up picking plenty of them nearby- his boss being one of them.
"What a shame. Can never have a full conversation with that man..."