A/N: Thank you for the lovely words on the previous story: The Fated Future ^^ Here's the first chapter of the sequel to it; this story is going to be focused completely on Future April and her reuniting with her younger-self and friends from the past (with exceptions to this chapter). Thanks again! :D
April stepped out over the broken shards of glass and climbed back outside from the shattered window and ran through the empty streets. She kept on running until she spotted three shadows in the lamplight, recognising the shapes of the shadows immediately as she followed them, hearing the voice of a much-younger Leonardo above her as she watched from from another alleyway.
"The city is usually crawling with Kraang every night," Leo muttered, peering over another rooftop that looked down on several warehouses. "The time where we need one to show up, they're nowhere to be found! Typical!"
"Chill, Leo," Mikey said, running up behind him. "We'll find some soon, I know it."
Future April walked slowly towards the street, the hood darkening her identity as she saw the younger April suddenly turn and start slightly at the sight of a hooded figure watching them.
"Uh, guys..." April called, causing the three turtles to turn around and look at her as she pointed down at one of the lamp-lit streets. Leo, Mikey and Raph looked down at the older April, who laughed quietly at their surprised expressions. She then sighed, turning away from them and running away, she wanted nothing more than to speak to them but now that she knew they existed, she could see them at the lair.
She grew worried as she heard Raphael yell from the background; "Go after it!" which caused her to run faster as she didn't want to be caught yet. As she hid behind a collection of rubbish tips and cardboard boxes, she grew excited over the chance to see Master Splinter and Casey Jones again.
Shredder's blade stabbed into the arms of his throne as he growled angrily under his breath. Rahzar had bandages over his arms, legs and stomach as he cowered by the steps that lead up the throne.
"You are lucky, Bradford," Shredder hissed threateningly. "When Xever failed me; he lost one of his eyes, do not tempt me into doing the same. If you fail me again; I'll finish you off myself."
"Of course, Master," the mutant whispered, bowing his head in fear. "I will not fail you again."
"I don't want you to return," Shredder ordered, walking to the windows and staring down at the city. "At least, not until you bring me the younger Donatello."
"But, Master Shredder! For all we know the turtle could be dead!" Rahzar protested, keeping his eyes on the ground. "What do I do then?"
"Hope," the Shredder said lowly, his anger rising at he stared down at Rahzar. "Hope that he is alive because if he's dead because of your idiocy; I'll have your head, Bradford.
"Besides, if he truly passed during the fight, we'd have three furious turtles trying to get revenge on my doorstep now. Do whatever you want to the other three but no harm comes to the younger turtle, am I clear?"
