Chapter 2:
The second chapter of my TMNT fanfic, hopefully this one is more interesting. Just thought you guys should know, I won't be revealing the "new ninja's" name until later on. This chapter is a little shorter than the last one.
Anyway, enjoy!
~The Turtles~
"What the shell do you think those Purple goons were looking for" Mikey asked
"I don't know, but whoever she was she got away" Donatello said
"'She'?" Raph quoted
"Well, they were saying 'she'. So I think we can safely assume it's a girl or woman they were talking about"
"Yeah, but I think the big question is who they were talking about" Leo said
They walked into their lair.
"Ah, home sweet home" Mikey said, jumping onto the couch and immediately flipping through the channels.
Raphael walked over to his punching dummy. Donatello headed towards his table to upgrade the shell cells.
"Back so soon, my sons?"
"Yes, Master Splinter. There was nothing there" Leonardo said.
They had found enormous holes in walls of the sewer for the past couple days. They thought it could've been Stockman's Mousers again (The last thing they needed was those things ruining yet another one of their homes) so they decided to investigate when they heard noise above their heads. Leo decided it was best not to tell him about their encounter with the Purple Dragons yet again. Master Splinter hated it when they went to the surface and Leo hated defying him.
"Shall we practice on perfecting your split kick, Leonardo?" Splinter asked
He said more as a statement than a question.
"Yes, Master Splinter" Leo said obediently
Master Splinter held up a plank of wood in both hands.
Leo kicked his feet up maybe a little too high because they had hardly touched the edge of the planks and almost causing him to fall on his back.
Splinter raised his eyebrow. Knowing his eldest son, he would never miss a target like that.
"You are distracted, Leonardo" Splinter said
"Master Splinter, I can't help but feel like Baxter Stockman's Mousers are starting to roam the sewers again. What if we're forced to move again or the humans find out about us?" Leo said seriously.
Splinter rested a hand on his son's shoulder.
"You concern yourself with something that has not yet happened" he said
"Yeah Leo, I don't know why ya get yourself all worked up" Raph said, walking over to them
"You should too!" Leo snapped
Raphael scowled.
"Um, guys, I think Leo might actually have a point. Check this out" Mikey called from the couch, waving a newspaper in the air.
His three brothers ran to the couch, Raph getting there first and snatching the paper out of Mikey's hands.
"You've gotta be kiddin' me!" he said angrily
Don and Leo looked over his shoulder at a picture of Baxter Stockman grinning and standing next to a robot. It was a Mouser alright, just not same one that ruined their first home. This one was larger. Much larger.
~In an apartment~
I don't know for how long I held the phone to my ear, but it continued to ring. Eventually, it went to voicemail.
"Kelsey, hey, it's me. I've been trying to reach you. Where are you?" I said, leaving a voicemail before putting the phone down.
I didn't want to call too many times and sound pushy. Kelsey was my sister. Two years younger to be exact. Though, she decided to live on her own; I haven't seen her in years. I felt a little pathetic calling her, considering the fact that she lived one floor above my head. I did go up there once, but standing in front of her door I felt like a trespasser. Maybe she'll call back I thought hopefully. It was probably best for me to wait patiently. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a soda can out of the fridge before turning on the TV. I sat on my couch and watched who some reporters were interviewing.
"Mr. Stockman, what can you tell us about these new and improved Mousers?"
The dark haired scientist gave the reporter a grin. I don't know why, but something about him made me really suspicious.
"Well, the original ones I made were strictly prototype. These ones are larger, more advanced and intelligent" he said
I looked to where he was pointing. It was a robot lizard with razor sharp teeth and glowing green eyes. Maybe the size of a baby deer, maybe more! It hissed and moved as swiftly as a lizard would. Gave me the creeps…
"They are also faster and stronger. They're teeth are able to cut through walls of concrete that are at least three feet thick"
"Mr. Stockman, what gave you the inspiration to create such robots to solve the city's rat problem?"
He laughed
"Well, I can't exactly take all the credit" he said "It was actually my boss, Oroku Saki's idea"
I choked on my soda. No, it couldn't be, it just couldn't be. I couldn't have heard right. Did…did he say Oroku Saki? The Oroku Saki? How many Oroku Sakis' do you know? My brain snapped at me. Old memories flooded into my head like a tidal wave. My insides began to burn with anger and hatred at the familiar name. While learning different forms of marital arts, controlling my anger was another thing I was taught many times. It had to be him. I leaned closer to the TV. Not wanting to miss a single word of what he was about to say.
"What can you tell us about your boss Oroku Saki?" another reporter asked
"He's not one to stand in the lime light. He's a very private man"
"I bet he is" I muttered angrily and sarcastically, digging my fingernails in my palm
I turned the TV off and began to pace back and forth in my small apartment as a million questions began to form in my mind. How could it be? Oroku Saki living in New York? I thought. Could it be fate? No, not fate. Coincidence. I didn't spontaneously decide to come live in New York! Could he be tracking me? Impossible! He couldn't know I was here; if he did, then he would have probably showed up on my doorstep by now. Maybe he thinks I'm dead. My head snapped up as if an electric shock went through my spine.
"He doesn't know I'm here" I said out loud
That gave me an advantage. I was a completely new person. He wouldn't recognize me! Maybe he does think I'm dead? Even if he didn't, he has no clue I'm here. The only problem was that I didn't know where he was. I walked to my room and rummaged around in my closet, I pulled out my gear, brushing off whatever filth it carried from the goons the night before. Looks like I was going to pay Mr. Stockman a little visit.
End of Chapter 2. Please review! :)
