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The armored van crept along in the empty street, running over empty beer cans and plastic bags. The moon was high in the sky, appearing larger than usual and a deep red color. Of course, Four didn't know that, the van had no windows, the only source of light being from a tiny LED light from the ceiling. He knew his master was in the passenger seat because he could smell his heavy cologne through sheet metal walls.

The only one in the back of the van with Four was Michael, opening a few boxes with a pocket knife. Four was hunched over on the floor of the van, playing with his fingers and scratching his head furiously, drawing thin lines of blood, something he did when nervous.

"Quit doing that- you're hurting yourself." Michael took a few articles of clothing out of the boxes. They were slightly worn, but they would have to do for now. He turned to the mutant who was still itching his head. The human simply rolled his eyes, "It's chilly outside. You'll need to wear some clothes for the time being." He could barely see with only the tiny light source and had to squint his eyes constantly. The light flickered when the car hit a bump, leaving them in complete darkness until it came back to life.

Michael could see the mutant sweating profusely, leaving his skin shining in the flickering light. Still, he continued to scratch his head, drawing more and more blood, "For the last time, stop it." His voice was firm, making the turtle look up from his spot on the car floor.

"Permission to speak?" Four kept his eyes on his toes. His brain wasn't quite processing anything at the moment and his mind seemed to be running on empty.

The human rolled his eyes once again, "Look, kid, I'm not Kier. You don't have to ask for permission to speak." The mutant gave no reply. Michael sighed, "Permission granted." He knelt down to the creature's level and began to dress him as he spoke. It was difficult since the mutant was in a sitting position, but he just went with it.

"How will I be able to stay in contact with Master while I'm away?" Four asked a single question, although thousands bounced off the interior of his skull, making him feel numb. He'd never been outside his master's domain before, not that he could remember, so he had no idea what to expect.

The human already had everything figured out, producing a small bag from his interior coat pocket. It was about the size of a quarter and appeared to hold nothing in it. Despite this, Michael reached his fingers inside the bag and looked to be pulling something out, "This is the world's smallest microphone. You can't see it, but it's there." He placed his finger right above Four's ear canal, pressing softly before taking his hand away, "It won't wash off for about three months, not that your mission will take that long. It won't pick up on any noises unless you say 'online'. If you say that, then we can communicate both ways." The man picked up a dark brown sweater from off the floor and told Four to raise his arms above his head, which he did.

"Wait, so I won't be able to talk to Master?" His voice was slightly muffled by the sweater going over his head. His sharp talons make the fabric in the arms rip and tear, causing the human to grunt in frustration before having to make the necessary adjustments.

When Michael successfully got the sweater on the mutant, he answered, "No, you'll be communicating with me." The sweater was large on Four, but it was thick and wooly and warm so it would have to do, "Your master is a busy man. He gave me the responsibility to look after you on your mission."

To say the mutant turtle was disappointed would have been an understatement. He was devastated. His master didn't want to look after him on his first ever mission? What did he do wrong? Did he do something wrong? His body began to quiver.

Michael bit his lip. He knew perfectly well what the mutant was capable of if provoked. He'd seen too many good men die at the hands of Kier and teeth of Four. He decided to take a more caring approach, "Listen, turtle, one week from today- that's seven days- I will see if Kier would like to talk with you over the microphone while you are on your mission." He found a bright orange beanie and put it over the mutant's bald head.

The mutant turtle's features brightened and he made eye contact with the human, "Really?"

"If he'll be willing to talk to you." Michael struggled to get a pair of sweat pants on the mutant sitting down, "Stand up for a second." The mutant did. He was scratching at his arms underneath the sweater. It was itchy and uncomfortable and he didn't like it, but he said nothing, still relinquishing in the fact that his master might speak to him on his mission. He found the pants to be even more uncomfortable; they limited his movement and although loose fitting, didn't allow the pores in his legs to breathe quite the same.

The van hit another pot hole, causing the turtle's covered shell to hit the side of the vehicle. Then, they stopped. Four's eyes shot to the doors. The handle from the inside twisted, unlatching the door. Two men in dark suits opened the door, allowing the chill night air to seep into the armored vehicle. Four stayed put, not sure what he should do at this point.

The moon illuminated the streets pretty well, giving the mutant an easier time seeing the new world; the streets were void of life, save for a stray cat or two and some broken down cars abandoned by their owners. This particular part of town was unkept by city officials and had trash blowing in the slight breeze with broken pieces of building crumbling away and blocking the sidewalks in some places. It may have been an unsightly thing for someone touring from out of town, but to Four, it was pure amazement. Then, he could hear his master exit his side of the car. This made his heart quicken. He knew he had to make these next few moments count, for he may not see his master for the next few weeks or even months based off of what Michael said about the microphone.

Kier walked around the car, his heals clicking on the side walk before stepping off the curb and face to face with Four. The mutant always took careful inventory of his master's appearance when they met. His dark, curly hair was slicked back, a single lock of hair refusing to obey and instead rested on his forehead. Kier's blue eyes were piercing the darkness, akin to a laser while his thin pink lips were pressed into a thin line. He seemed to be glaring slightly and a vein in his temple pulsed, "Four, come to your master."

The turtle didn't hesitate and crawled over to his master, keeping his gaze low. He knew that his master was clearly upset over something. Perhaps it had to do with him? Was it something he did? He couldn't think of anything he could have done to upset him, but this was the only thing that Four could think of.

"Listen, you little whore," Kier began, narrowing his eyes at his mutant, "You will be surrounded by other freaks such as yourself. You will feel a natural attraction to them, but," he removed his right hand from his pocket, wielding a collapsible baton similar to what law enforcement uses. With a slight flick of the wrist, the baton stretched to its full length, "Don't forget who you belong to." With the ball at the end of the baton, he poked at the turtle's lower regions harshly, making Four's knees grow weak as he rubbed the slit which concealed his gender. His master continued this action while he spoke, "They will try to befriend you, but they secretly hate your very existence." He rubbed even harder, forcing his way into the mutant's slit, making his gender fall free, "But I don't. Remember, turtle, that I love you with all my heart." The other two men and Michael turned their heads away, feeling the shame that Four didn't feel.

Kier smirked, "Tuck yourself back in and get going. You must walk upright as I do, as they will. Don't bother looking for them- they will find you." He turned to walk back to the passenger seat of the van, but stopped before saying his final thought just as Four began to place himself back in order, "Oh, and try not to get in trouble and stick to the shadows. There are only so many people I can bribe."

With this, Four exited the car, the men slamming the doors tightly shut, but not before the mutant could get a glimpse of Michael's face. It was a mixture of anticipation and worry, with a hint of relief, as if relieved that they'd even made it that far.

The mutant didn't ponder on this too long before he remembered one of his master's last requests. Four, on two very wobbly legs, hobbled to the dark alleyway. It was almost pitch black, but for the mutant who lived nearly his entire life in the dark, he felt right at home. He inhaled the night deeply, smelling the inviting smell of mold and old urine, with trash and other decomposing garbage, like the garbage man hadn't made his rounds for a month in this area. He licked his lips in anticipation. He didn't know where to start, but his stomach clearly had plans.

He hadn't eaten since the last yellow haired man was pushed into his room by his master, which was nearly two days ago. He needed something to eat. He tried to keep upright and standing tall, but he had some difficulty, using the wall as support. Ahead of him was a dumpster invaded by small, malnourished cats, most of them being sickly or old. This would have to do for now. Four crouched down and sprang on an older cat just climbing over the dumpster's side. It hissed loudly and used its own claws to scratch at the mutant, as well as using its sharp teeth to bite his fingers.

They turtle's face contorted in pain, but he was too overcome by hunger to drop the cat. He needed to eat, now. Four opened his mouth wide, showing his oversized fangs, before driving his teeth into the skull of the feline. After the sickening crunch of the cat's head shattering, he pulled. The cat continued to protest loudly as its head began to be separated from its neck, the skin ripping like tissue paper.

After thanking his master for his food, Four dove right in. It wasn't nearly as good as the previous people he'd eaten and nowhere near the quantity. All in all, he doubted he'd ever want to eat such a creature again. No, he needed something bigger, meatier.

He went into hunting mode, crouching on all fours, figuring that his master would forgive him for not being upright if he was trying to get something to eat. The mutant sniffed the ground to find some sort of scent similar to those he'd eaten in the past, when his ear canals picked up on something. He wasn't sure what it was, but it sounded similar to when his master would sometimes hum or whistle. What did he call it? Music? He made a left into the open street, making sure there were no humans wandering around, before following the tune. He made another left turn into the next alley where the music was emanating from. It was a door with a step leading up to it with wording above the frame, but Four had no idea what it said. Master never taught him to read, saying it was not important for him to do so.

Without warning, the door swung open, almost hitting the mutant in the face if he'd not jumped to his feet in time. A person came out of the building, stumbling, bottle in hand. She hiccupped constantly and swayed from side to side, her breasts bouncing as she moved, "Hey, handsome," she addressed Four with enthusiasm. Her makeup was smeared and slightly runny from sweat, but she merely let it go, "Hows about you and me go back to my place and get freaky?" she took a big gulp from her bottle, now empty, before dropping it onto the ground by her side.

Four cocked his head to the side, slightly confused, but still hungry. He barred his teeth. This would have to do.


So this is what Master meant by a "woman"? Four looked over the body. She'd been quite easy to take down, especially in her drunken stupor. He'd simply pounced on her and tore out her throat, leaving her to drown in her own blood, before dragging the body to a secluded place behind a dumpster. He undressed the body carefully as he always did, looking over it. It seemed totally foreign to him, this thing. It was softer, smoother, with more curves and two large bumps behind the nipples. There were also no exposed genitals that four could see from the outside, only having a slit, similar to his. Once again, the mutant's stomach grumbled, reminding him that he had plenty of time to explore later, but for now, he had to eat.


"Ahh!" Raphael huffed in frustration, "I'm so fucking bored!" He flipped his sais in each hand, flinging them at a flower pot on one of the rooftops. It shattered instantly when met by the cold steel, causing a loud crash to echo in the night.

Leonardo snarled at his younger brother, shushing him, "Do you want to wake up the entire city? Be quiet!" He said in a harsh whisper before adding, "And watch your language."

The red clad ninja rolled his eyes, making his way over to where his Sais now lay on the ground. They'd been topside for a good hour now, doing practically nothing as far as he was concerned. Donnie had just whipped up a new device that detected heat up to a one mile radius that looked like ordinary goggles and he wanted to test it out on some random rooftop. He was actually supposed to be watching a hockey game with Casey right now, but Leo just had to drag him along for the ride.

"Guys, this thing is working great!" Don exclaimed, looking around. His new device even allowed you to look at people's heat signatures through several feet of concrete and through walls. So far all he could see were stray animals, but it was a start.

Raph rolled his eyes once again, "Oh, yeah, I can't scream, but Donnie can?" He muttered rhetorically, but nothing escaped Leo's hearing.

Don didn't pay attention to his brothers for the next few moments, knowing they would do nothing but bicker tirelessly, but something caught his eye. It was maybe a quarter of a mile away from their position, but it was difficult to tell what was going on. It looked as if someone was on top of another person. He could make out pieces of the person lying on the ground was being ripped apart before the separated heat signatures seemed to be devoured by the other person, "Hey, guys?"

His brothers didn't hear him, however, arguing about "honor" and "respect for your elders".

"Guys!" Donnie had to yell, making them stop and turn to him.

"What is it Don?" Leo spoke up first.

"Does the word 'cannibal' mean anything to you?"