AUTHOR'S NOTE- Hey guys, alright now onto the turtles!
DISCLAIMER- I do not own the turtles nor plot to Titanic.
Mikey narrowed his eyes at the slimy river of sewer water before him. It was filling the bottom of the tunnel shaped path. There were no walkways here like in most places of the sewer. The walls were also slippery from fungi and slime.
Well maybe there was a more scientific term for it that Mikey just couldn't think of.
Mikey rubbed his hand on one of the sides of the walls. They were immediately covered with a grease like something. Perfect, Mikey thought as he rubbed off his hand and onto his shell. Then he bent over and picked up a piece of wood covered with cracks and splinters, with four creaky wheels attached to it. No person who lived out of the sewer would have guessed that Mikey could use that plank of wood as a skateboard, but he did and treasured it at that.
The tunnel wasn't very far. It was just a divider of two paths of the sewer and Mikey could even see the path across from it. He guessed it 20ft long, at the most.
The water that filled it though was rancid. In fact it was the most disgusting, germ infected repulsive water in the sewer. And that's saying a lot for the sewers in New York. And the smell was over whelming, Mikey's eyes had watered when he gotten close.
The reason this water was fouler then it's competitors was a simple pipe leak from above. That pipe was a special one, the one that was stuck carrying most of the waste products of the people of New York.
Okay, so it wasn't one leak, it was practically raining from that single pipe.
This place had been considered the most disgusting part of the sewers by Mikey and his brothers years ago, and today Mikey was going to be the first to shred it's walls with his lucky skateboard.
Was it crazy? Insane. And the punishments for failure were unthinkable, but if he successfully did it, he would make history.
Mikey set down his skateboard and started to do some calculations. Not the kind of calculations Donnie would use, but some that would be beneficial to a skater.
After a minute of scoping the walls he came up with his plan. He jumped onto his skateboard and kicked very hard off the floor. He didn't give a moment's time before he kicked off again and again. By the time he reached the left side of the wall he was going a very fast speed.
He knelled down when his skateboard hit the wall and expertly kept control of it despite the slippery wall. With precise balance he kicked off the wall again as hard as he could and shot off the wall onto the roof of the tunnel to the other side of the wall.
Then as the right wall lead him closer and closer to the water he and his board leaped to the other side of the left wall and repeated the cycle twice more.
On the last spin through the tunnel Mikey was just about to jump to the other wall when his shell cell rang on his belt. He yelped and his speed was ruined, leaving him with an inevitable meeting with the water. His board began to plummet down but just then Mikey kicked off the last bit of wall he could reach.
His board slammed into the right wall and Mikey grasped it in his hand and then leaped to the solid ground just below. He ended up tumbling on the ground instead of making a successful landing earning himself a pretty nice scrape on his knee.
Mikey hardly noticed however and screamed of his success.
"HA! I knew I could do it! They all said I was a fool, that I would get wet but I did it! WOOOHOO! " he danced around holding his skateboard up high.
The ringing of his shell cell put an abrupt end to his celebration. He took it out and looked.
"Shell!" he cursed, stuffed his cell back into his belt and ran in the other direction.
It was a pretty good thing Mikey knew himself. How he always lost time when he was out skateboarding, and how that was the reason he was always late for training, which in turn was the reason why Master Splinter made him do more pull ups. That was why Mikey programmed a special alarm on his shell cell five minutes before training began at six.
He had done the math last night. He had woken up at 5, snuck out, and skateboarded for an hour then had hopped for the best he'd be home in time for training.
He looked at the time, 5:57. He had exactly three minutes to sprint back to training and it took at least ten minutes to get home. Well by walking.
Mikey threw his skateboard on the ground and jumped on. He kicked the ground and set forward. The wind brushed against his face and then echoed his insane laughter.
He glanced at the time, two minutes. Luckily he knew a short cut to the layer. He took a sharp turn and headed toward a dark tunnel before him. Quickly he ducked and was plunged into pitch blackness. He only saw broken pipes in flashes of light that reminded him to keep his head close to the ground.
Then a light shone before him. He flew out of the dark hole and for a minute was suspended in mid air. Then gravity took its turn and he plunged back down to the ground. Mikey turned his skateboard so it would ride the side of one of the rounding walls.
He then swooped back on to flat land when he fall stopped short gaining lots of speed.
One minute left.
He kicked the ground as hard as he could and knelled down to pick up more speed. He narrowed his eyes and focused on the wall dead ahead. To foreign eyes it was a dead end, to Mikey it was his front door.
Ten seconds left.
If he was late once more his Sensai had told him, his video games would be thrown out. He shuttered at the thought and then shook it out, there was no way that was going to happen. As soon as he reached the pipes he yanked one of the three smaller ones and the wall opened.
3 seconds.
Mikey lunged in there to come into the layer on the second floor. He leaped off the balcony, did a mid air flip and landed right in front of the rest of his family precisely when his watch hit six.
"I'm here!" he cried, panting with skateboard in hand.
Then his three brothers brushed past him to the door.
"You're late." Leo snapped as he lead the way out.
"Shell brains." Raph mumbled as he followed Leo.
Mikey looked back at his brothers puzzled and irritated. "I'm not late! It's exactly six!" he said pointing to his shell cell.
Don ran over to him and examined it, then asked "Did you remember to reset it for daylight savings time?"
Mikey gave him a confused look. "Daylight savings time?" he asked.
Don sighed then ran out the door after Leo and Raph.
"Hey! Wait up, where are we going?" Mikey cried running after them.
April sat nervously looking out the window of her shop. She scanned the rooftops for even the slightest movement. It was broad daylight so it should have been easy to spot four ninja turtles hopping from roof to roof.
And yet she gasped when she heard four sets of legs come up behind her.
"Guys!" she said swirling around, "Thank you for coming so fast!"
Leo stepped forward, "No problem April, we came as soon as we heard."
"Heard what?" Mikey cried "I didn't hear anything, why did we have to rush here?"
Raph and Don groaned and Leo explained, "April said that two goons stole a new artifact from her shop, she wanted us to come down and investigate."
"I would have called the police," she said, "but they take so long to get here and..."
"You don't have to explain April, we'd love to help." Don said cheerfully.
Mikey rolled his eyes, "Speak for yourself." he muttered.
"Can you give us a description of what the artifact or the goons looked like?" Leo asked.
"I can show you," April smiled and walked over to the computer.
She pulled up a picture of an ancient looking puzzle box. It had black writing on it's sides and was in a pentagon shape.
"It looks like the puzzle box your uncle used to teleport in." Don said after a minute of study.
"That's what I thought, but then I studied it a little and its like, well nothing I've ever seen before. It's a different puzzle and it gets bigger every time you try to solve a part of it."
"It says it's called The Mors Nigra," Leo read, "What does that mean?"
"It's Latin, for Black Death." April anwsered.
Don pondered this for a minute, "Do you think it has anything to do with the plague that hit the Renaissance?" he asked.
"No," April responded "You see these symbols right here?" she pointed to the faded black writing, "It isn't latin, or any known language on Earth," she said.
"What about the thieves?" Raph asked, "Did you see them?"
"I was asleep when they broke in," she explained. "I heard a crash and ran down to investigate, but by the time I got there the window was broken and I only saw a flash of their black cape jumping out the window."
"It's a good thing you weren't hurt." Leo said.
Don walked over to a fallen table and knelt down to inspect it. He brushed some of the debris out of the way and gasped.
"Hey April did you see this?" he called.
The others caught up to him to see a symbol burnt through the floor. It was a shape like a teardrop with another 'U' shape on top of it.
"Do you recognize it Don?" Leo asked.
Don studied it, "Not really but maybe..."
"Hey is that your symbol?" Raph asked pointing to a man outside across the street wearing a black cape with the same symbol glowing in red stitches.
"Yep" Don anwsered.
Raph smiled, "Excellent," he smirked as he reached for his sais.
"Easy there Raph, lets follow him to a place that's not so crowded." Leo ordered.
Raph nodded and the four headed towards the roof.
"Be careful." April called after them.
Leo nodded and they disappeared.
AUTHOR'S NOTE- Oh look a plot! And a cliff hanger.. not very steep but don't worry we'll get there, now reviews?