Author's Note: Ohmygosh, I've actually done it! I've uploaded a second chapter! And I ended up not doing what I had planned to until I had started typing! Go figure! So yeah... My stand alone one shot is now...not.. a.. one shot. Huh. Always said I'd never go over a chapter, and look what I've done. Anyway, this takes place a month before my first chapter. YOU KNOW HOW IT'S GONNA END, YEAH, but whatever. Makes it all the more tragic, I suppose. Normal night, normal brothers, normal death---What??? Yeah.
And I'm sorry if I made Mikey too annoying. This is my first time actually writing the characters and what they would say in any situation, so forgive me.
And once again, sorry if there are any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors. I did read it over but it's midnight and I'm tired. I am nothing without my Microsoft Word.
Chapter Two
It was cold and wet and dark.
Just an hour after the rain had stopped, the moon was covered by clouds, only to be eerily released for seconds at a time, as the grey gloom shifted with the earth. If it weren't for the bright lights of the city, the four green ninjas, travelling by rooftop, would be shrouded in complete darkness.
The rooftops were silent, with the exception of huffs and puffs, feet hitting the ground, and the occasional splash of a turtle hitting a puddle. However, that silence was interrupted by an ear piercing, shrill shriek.
"LLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeooooooooooooOOOOOOOO!!!!
"Can we go back home now?? It's cold! I'm tired! I'm wet! My feet are wet, and my ankles are wet, and my 'chucks are wet because my wet feet keep splashing water up to my FACE, and then my feet just get more wet! Is that even possible?! YES! Because it's happening right now! I'm gonna get sick! I'm gonna get ammonia!"
"It's pneumonia, Mikey. And we've been out here for, what, 10 minutes?"
"Yeah, Mikey, so for the thousandth time, shut your mouth!"
I, Leonardo, the leader of the three opposing forces, only let escape a sigh, as I tried my hardest to ignore my younger brothers, and delve into my own thoughts.
It had been 8 minutes actually, and I didn't bother to tell my youngest brother that we would not be returning home for 52 minutes. Knowing his one track mind, the next thing to distract him would take his mind off of his wet feet and weapons anyway.
The last few days had been boring and uneventful. The rain had been persistant; continuing non stop for what seemed like weeks. None of us had felt like getting wet, so we'd stayed in the sewers every day and night, and with April and Casey gone for the week, not even Raph left. Just an hour ago, however, the local news people had been excitedly talking about the rain finally stopping, and with the increasingly annoying nagging, courtesy Raphael, the four of us had set out on patrol.
Of course, that soon revealed itself as a mistake, with the first drawled out, whiny exclamation of my name, and I was finding the confines of my warm, dry room, very, very tempting.
"LEO!!"
"Huuhh...what?" I jumped back into reality, and turned to my now even more annoyed hotheaded brother.
"Geez, fearless, you losing yer touch? I've been talkin' to ya for like 5 minutes!" I looked at my other two brothers who were looking at me quizzically. Guess I really was out of it.
"Oh. Uh, sorry, Raph, what did you say?" I asked, still a bit distracted.
"I said are we gonna go over there?!"
"Over where?"
"THERE!" He thrust his arm so violently to point in the direction he was talking about, that it looked like he should've pulled every muscle in it.
I looked where he was pointing and saw a robbery happening at the bank just two buildings from us. The police hadn't arrived yet, but there were groups of men dressed in all black running back and forth from it.
I hesitated; from where we were standing, I could see the massive guns that most of them held. If there was one weapon I feared, it was one that could take you down from feet away, and without your knowledge.
"I think Leo might be right." Once again, I jumped. I was confused for a second, and then remembered that my purple banded brother knew everything: I hadn't spoken to express my concern.
"Those guns do look a little... ominous. I've never seen ones like them."
"Oh come on, Donny, they're guns! We've had ta deal with'em b'fore, and we always beat'em! What are you two afraid of now that ya haven't been before?"
"Raph, I--" I began, but was quickly cut off by the ever poignant Michelangelo.
"I say we forget his whole thing, and go home!"
"Shut UP, Mikey!"
"Raph!"
"No, YOU shut up, Rapha-a-e-l!"
"MIKEY!"
"Ooh, I'm gonna ram my fist so hard through your shell it'll come out'ya stomach!"
"Oh yeah?? Well I'm gonna shove my freezing cold FEET through your shell and FREEZE your stomach!"
"GUYS!"
"Get back here you little shi--"
"WOULD YOU TWO JUST COOL IT!"
"The police are here."
The three of us froze and turned to our quiet, and temporarily forgotten brother. Donatello looked just as he had before the little spat took place. It amazed me how calm and patient he could be, and it was something that I'd wished I'd been able to develop over time, especially after having been named the leader by our Sensei. But Don had always been like that, and he was the one that I went to more than a few times, for help with any problems I had, times when I was feeling down, or just times when I felt like talking to someone who would listen to what I would say, and tell me his own stories in return.
"Oh, great. See what you guys did?! We missed our chance! There ain't nothin' ta do at home, there ain't nothin' ta do out here that you guys WILL do.. What do we have ta do? DROWN ourselves for excitement?"
"Wait a second... What's that?" Don squinted in the dark, and pointed down the alley beside the bank.
"Wha?... HEY! One'of'em's gettin' away--lessgo!!"
And before I could even inhale in order to protest, Raph had thrown himself across the buildings, and disappeared into the alley.
I took a second to glance at my now sheepish younger brother with a swift disapproving glare.
"Uh.. sorry."
"AWWWW! But I'm still wet!"
To my pleasure, that last overly dramatic complaint by my youngest brother had ended almost silently, as I hadn't waited long before jumping after Raphael.
Don followed closely behind me, with Mikey a little further back, as he had obviously continued to stare at our disappearing backs in disbelief a little longer than he should have.
When I landed on my feet in the alley, Raph already had the robber cowering against the wall, pulled so far into himself that he formed a ball smaller than I thought any human could make.
"...You think yer some big, strong man stealing money from otha' people, eh? Well let's see how brave you are when I ram my fist through yer skull!"
"Just knock him out and let's go."
"Mike, for the love of God, shut yer--"
Raph froze mid sentence and looked up. I looked around at Mikey and Don, and knew they noticed something, too. I almost panicked; I hadn't noticed a thing until I realized my brothers sensed danger.
What the shell was wrong with me? First I didn't hear Raph talking to me, now I don't even notice when we're in trouble?I had felt off all night, and it was affecting me more than I felt comfortable with.
But then, I heard it. It was so quiet it might as well have not been there, but it was. The soft pitter patter of feet. A lot of feet.
And suddenly, they emerged from the shadows: from the roof above, to the smallest crevises in the alley, Foot soldiers stepped out to greet us.
Raphael had suddenly forgotten about his precious man-on-the-run, and slowly unsheathed his weapons along with the rest of us.
The alley was silent, save for the whimpers of the forgotten criminal.
But the silence was soon broken as the frightened man began to frantically crawl away in order to escape.
The silence was broken by the sickening sounds of a dagger lodging in a human neck, and the thump of a thief hitting the earth, heavy, still.
There were only 13 minutes remaining.
This was not a good night.
Soo... did you like it? I just threw myself out there with this, it was not planned at all. Reviews will answer that question!