Chapter One: The Web We Weave

Hello, wonderful readers.A while back, I had this story on my board but there was something missing from it.(Mainly lost some interest in it and case of writer's block).It was too intriguing to throw away so I did some serious rewriting and rebooted it.Please send in those reviews.I love to bounce some ideas with someone.ENJOY

Disclaimer:I don't own them and not making the money.

He waits by the dumpster as the neon lights flicker once before shutting down for the night. A few occupants stumble out to the sidewalk and sit at the curb. It takes every ounce of self-control not to rush out there and scare them off. His stomach begins to churn and twists as he accidentally whiffs in the trash.

The scent of urine mixed in with something rotten isn't things he wanted deal at this moment. Finally a yellow cab stops at the curb and the people pile in. At last everything is quiet. Now was the time to run. He rounds the corner only to have the pain surge through his body.

His bloodied hand shoots out beside him and brushes the brick wall as if it's his only link to survive. He tries to look around for something familiar. The name of the club, an appearance of a building, or even the name of a street.

Nothing. Not a damn thing.

In all his twenty years living in this city and patrolling every street corner and alley ways, he never remember coming to these parts. Hell he wasn't sure how he got there. Doubt flooded his mind how he would if possible to get home.

Every part of his body from the top of his head to the end of his toes throbbed in pain. It wasn't safe to travel through the sewers. He didn't feel he was stable enough to take the roof tops. For now he would hobble down the road.

When he rounded the corner, two street thugs were heading his way. Usually he could wipe their pathetic asses all across this turf but in his current condition they would be more than happy to hand his ass over. Swearing under his breath, he stumbled backwards until his knees hit something plastic causing him to fall on his back. Another surge of pain jolted through his body.

The mutant turtle scrambled against the dumpster until the footsteps faded into the night. Just he relished in victory, something caught his attention. His eyes narrowed straight ahead. At first the movement was slight. Almost undetected by an untrained eye. Then there it was again.

The brick wall began to move. It moved a couple of inches and then stopped. His palms rubbed his eyes to make sure he was awake. One by one the bricks crawled inch by inch across the wall. Suddenly their pace picked up like little cockroaches running from the light.

His body broke out in a cold sweat as the alley way started to tilt from side to side. He could feel the muscles constricted around his chest while fear ran cold in his blood. He closed his eyes and pressed his hands against his temples.

"Stop it. STOP IT!" He could hear the agony in his voice. As he opened his eyes, disbelief settled inside. The bricks were back to their original spots and the alley no longer tilting. What the hell was going on?

Keep it together.Keep your shit together, he thought to himself.

Everything seemed jumbled in his brain as he tried to remember what happened that night. Yes, he could recall patrolling the city with his brothers. There was some kind of an argument and then punches thrown but by who and why?

Inhaling one final breath, the turtle gathered to his feet and headed down the narrow alley way. From the moon's position in the velvet night sky, it was early morning. His fingers ran across his belt until they brushed against something hard and round.

The shell cell. How the hell could he forget about that? All he needed to do was to call his brothers and have them to track down his location. As he grasped the phone, he hissed in pain. There across his bicep was decent size lactation. Nothing that a few stitches and bandages couldn't fix.

A strong breeze stirred up a strong coppery smell. He lifted his hand to waver off the stench but stopped. His whole arm was covered in bruises and superficial scratches. The front of his plastron and knuckles caked in dried up blood.

Why didn't he remember getting so busted up? What was going on? The shock of the realization was too much. He swallowed the huge lump that formed so sudden in his throat. It wasn't his blood. None of it.

Panicked he began to scrub his knuckles along the wall. Desperate to rid of the evidence on hand. Suddenly he heard a scream in the distance. Agony, raw with emotions. Then he heard it again. This time it called his name.

His knees nearly knocking together he walked over to the nearest fire escape and began the climb. As he reached the top, his ears began to strain against the silence. Who was it? Where were they?

Then fear speared into his body freezing him in his tracks. Someone was nearby watching his every move. Slowly he spun around where he spotted a pair of white eyes staring out of the shadows.

"Who is it?" He pulled his hands over his weapons. Just as he was ready to attack, the figure pulled away from the shadow. He opened his mouth to call out to his brother but there was something not right.

His brother's mouth twisted up in a snarl as mixture of rage and hate pierced from the eyes. He seemed like a man on a mission. Like he had nothing to lose and revenge to gain. He watched him pull his weapon from the holster. Three fingers gripping so tight his knuckles became white and pale.

They looked at each other in silence before he put his hands above his head. "What are you doing? I need to know what's going on."

"Don't play that trick on me. You know good and well what you did. I want to know why. Why did you do it? Answer me." The tone was so sharp and stern. Out of character from his brother.

"What are you talking about? You go off the fruit loop train?"

Suddenly he saw something gleaming in his brother's hand. A dagger of sorts tainted in red. "You're going to pay for what you did. I'm going to kill you."

There was nothing he could do as the knife plunged towards his throat.

What do you think is going on? Who are the two brothers ready to fight it out?