Update! Read and Review! What ships do you guys want to see in this story? I love seeing everyone's ships. Don't be shy! Constructive criticism is welcomed! Text Sent is Donnie and Text Received is April. Bit of Apritello for you guys. Oh, and I've been thinking about starting a TMNT/Homestuck crossover. What do you guys think of that? Would any of you be interested in reading that? Some cursing in this chapter just fyi. But this fic is rated teen.
"Surrender the one known as Michelangelo." The black suited men spoke in unison.
Most of the people in the pizzeria had escaped through the large hole in the wall that the two strange men had created, leaving Mikey and Donnie hiding under the table in the back. Mikey watched the strange men move closer to the back of the restaurant. Bradford had told him to keep his eyes open for odd things; was this what he was talking about? He had mentioned the Kraang Conspiracy, could these men be a part of it?
"That can't be it." Mikey whispered.
Beside him, Donnie sat as still as a stone. Mikey glanced over at him and saw his worried expression. Mikey suddenly became aware of their situation. They were trapped in a pizzeria by two gun wielding men and though Donnie said he was feeling better, Mikey knew that he wouldn't be able to run very fast with his injuries.
"Is there a back entrance or something we can sneak out of?"
Donnie shook his head slowly and Mikey cursed. The men upfront started making their way to the back of the restaurant, kicking chairs and lifting tables. They were amazingly strong and though Mikey had been trained and primed to fight, he had never had to use his skills outside of training lessons. He took a deep breath as he shifted his position under the table.
"Alright D, here's how we play it. You're too hurt to run so I'm gonna rough 'em up and then we'll escape from that hole in the front. Got it dude?"
"And how," Donnie started talking as he tried to sit up higher, "are you planning on doing that?"
"I went to an exclusive martial arts school and was personally trained by my rad dad, Brad. I got this man." Mikey started to emerge from his hiding spot but was stopped by Donnie's firm hand.
"Mikey, those men have guns. And they asked for you specifically. Now I don't know why they asked for you and right now I really don't care. If they see you, they'll shoot you. You don't bring fists to a gun fight. I should know, I've made that mistake."
There was a loud crash and a destroyed table fell a few feet away from the two hiding teenagers.
"Where is the one known as Michelangelo? All sensors indicate that the one known as Michelangelo is in this place known as a pizzeria." The voice of the man was stiff and robotic. There was no inflection to his words at all.
Mikey made a 'stay here' gesture to Donnie as he slowly sat up from his crouched position; just enough to see where the strange men were. He waited for them to turn their heads away and then he shot up from his place under the table. He gave a little leap and kicked on of the men in-between the shoulder blades.
"Booyakasha!" He yelled as his foot made contact.
But the man did not fall down like he was supposed to. Instead he merely stumbled forwards a bit. The man's companion turned his head, allowing Mikey to see his lifeless eyes.
"The one known as Michelangelo has been discovered." One of the men said.
The man Mikey had kicked rotated his body and delivered a hard punch to Mikey's middle, making him fall down. The other was charging up his gun. Mikey rolled out of the way just as the weapon released its charge. He quickly jumped to his feet just as another shot went off. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two small throwing knives that he always kept on him. He flicked his wrist and let the knives fly through the air. They hit the two guns just as another charge was about to go off. The men dropped their guns right before they exploded.
"Take that dudes!" Mikey yelled as the men kicked their now useless guns to the side.
"It appears that the one known as Michelangelo must now be known as the one who is destroyed." One of the men said. His companion nodded his head and they both charged at Mikey.
Mikey was quick to get out of the way. He dodged the men's grabbing hands by jumping on a table that they hadn't destroyed. He used his new ground to grab the men's heads and smash them together. It was a much harder task for Mikey to accomplish than it should have been. When the men's heads made contact, Mikey could have sworn that he heard the sound of metal meeting metal. He lifted his foot and gave them both a kick to the sternum for good measure which sent the men tumbling backwards. The men fell into a pill of rubbish.
"D, come on dude, while they're down." Mikey waved for Donnie to get out from under the table.
Donnie stood up on shaky legs, grabbed his bag, and tried to sprint over to Mikey. He did surprisingly well despite his injuries and lack of the adrenaline he had earlier. He made it over to Mikey's side and was then dragged out the giant hole that was once a door. On the way out, Donnie tripped on something and lost his footing. His face would have meet the ground, had Mikey not been there to catch him. He looked down to see what he had tripped over. It was a piece of one of the guns that the two men had wielded. Even after the gun had exploded it still had a sleek sliver shine to it. Donnie was so mesmerized by how advanced the gun looked that he hardly noticed Mikey's voice.
"No way, you've got to be shitting me! How did they recover so fast?"
Donnie turned his head slightly to see what Mikey was talking about. Already the two men were starting to get the debris off of them and stand.
"How is that possible?" Donnie asked in amazement.
"I don't know D but we have to get out of here. Now."
Mikey grabbed Donnie's arm and started to run but not before Donnie quickly reached down, picked up the piece of gun that he been at his feet, and shoved it into his bag. He then let Mikey drag him as they ran, not having the strength to navigate on his own. Neither of the boys looked back but if they had they would have seen two pairs of glowing pink eyes following them.
Text Sent:
April!? April…holy shit. Holy. Shit. April!
Text Received:
donnie, what happened? are you ok? did you watch the season finally of one of thos rly bad scify shows you like? b/c if thats the case then you can count me out of your fanboy freak out
Text Sent:
No. Oh my god, no. April, Mikey and I were just attacked. Well, Mikey was. Well technically speaking an entire restaurant was attacked. Look, two men just came into our pizza hangout and started shooting. Shit April. Just…oh my god it was awful.
Text Received:
you were attacked?! are you ok? was it the PD? are you ok? is mikey ok? are you ok!?
Text Sent:
Yes Mikey and I are ok, you don't have to ask three times. I'm just…shaken up.
Text Received:
oh thank god. Ok. so you guys are ok. where are you now, i'm coming to get you.
Text Sent:
April, you don't even have a car. How do you plan on getting us?
Text Received:
just tell me where you are!
Text Sent:
We're heading back to my place because it's closer. You…you don't have to come. Mikey and I are fine. Like I said, I'm just really shaken up. Two close calls in one day is a bit much.
Text Received:
TWO close calls? You had TWO close calls?
Text Sent:
Shit. Shit, I did not mean to tell you that. Just ignore that, it's nothing.
Text Received:
Donatello Stockman you will tell me what happened
Text Sent:
It was nothing, just a little run in with the PD. Everything's fine now. You don't have to come over…
Text Received:
im coming over. i swear donnie…you scare me sometimes. just get home and I'll be there soon.
Text Sent:
You don't have to. I have Mikey here with me.
Text Received:
You've known mikey for two days. i like the guy but if you're hurt i want to be there to help you ok?
Text Sent:
I get the suspusion that no matter what I say, you are going to come over.
Text Received:
pretty much.
Text Sent:
Alright, just bring Jones along with you. The PD are getting more aggressive and I don't want nor need you hurt. We have enough hurt people around here already. Mikey got kicked in the stomach pretty hard and I've still got some cuts. Over all I think we'll be fine. Be careful.
Text Received:
i will.
Text Sent:
Do you still know where the key is to get in?
Text Received:
yup. i'll be there soon.
Text Sent:
Ok, be careful.
Text Received:
i will. you be careful too.
Text Sent:
I will.
*Test Sent:*
Love you.
*Message Send Failure*
Donnie's apartment was small and smelled faintly of oil and metal. Mikey didn't really care though. It felt safer being here than it did on the streets. Mikey immediately collapsed onto Donnie's couch, followed by Donnie himself. Mikey held his stomach tightly, trying to relieve some of the pain there.
"I have some medical stuff in the kitchen. Give me a few minutes to catch my breath and then I'll go get it." Donnie said, noticing Mikey's distress.
"'S fine. I've been kicked harder before during practice with Brad. Probably just a little bruise, nothing the ol' gut can't handle." Mikey responded, trying to make the conversation lighter.
"Heh, I bet."
"I'm totally going to be fine. Though I'm not too thrilled about the swelling. 'S gonna make me look bloated for a while."
Donnie laughed and Mikey smiled at that fact.
"Excuse me sir," Mikey continued, "but does this injury make me look fat?"
Donnie laughed some more. It was a funny chuckle sound that started in the throat and then came from the belly. Mikey decided that he liked that laugh.
"That's perfect, great really. Here we are, two almost strangers, sitting in my shitty living room laughing at fat jokes after we both got our asses kicked on separate occasions." Donnie laughed some more in an almost-hysterical-but-not-quite way.
Mikey would have been slightly frightened if he hadn't started laughing in the same way.
"It's the start of a perfect friendship bro."
"Sure is…bro." The word sounded foreign coming from Donnie's mouth, almost as if the word wasn't a word at all.
Mikey threw his head back and laughed some more, not caring about the pain in his stomach.
Next chapter we may find: April being a nurse, teenagers being teenagers, and the discovery of Kraang technology. Constructive criticism is welcomed Please read and review and as always tell me what ships you like!
