What up peoplezez

Ugh, what a nightmare this was. 7 months. That's how long it took to finish this. Of course it doesn't help that I'm apparently once again minus a coauthor partner.

Enjoy

In spite the fact that they knew just how fast RV's were supposed to go, the unusual group travelling back to New York in one found they were actually making good time. After clearing up a minor confusion about why Stockman was heading for New York, the group left the spot of desert they were at and made their way toward the city, stopping only for Mrs. Jones to have a little fun at the Las Vegas hotel with the same name. Colin and Mrs. Jones had bonded rather quickly and had a good time coming up with different insults at Stockman's expense. The robot spent the majority of the time muttering to himself in the back of the RV, something that Colin felt was a bit of an improvement. This allowed him to try and figure out what to do once they get to New York.

However, the caveat was that Mrs. Jones would not stop dragging them to random tourist traps. Every time they went to a new state, she would drag them off to see some landmark or go to some dinky little town she thought was worth going. Most of the time Colin managed to talk her into doing one little thing before setting back on the road, but there were occasions where she just wouldn't listen to him and spend hours at a time for no apparent reason other than she wanted to spend as much time there as possible. This left Colin with nothing to do but sit in the RV and deal with Stockman, who surprisingly shared his disdain over the fact that this distraction was eating up too much time.

Today was proving to be one of those days. After managing to make their way through Arkansas without so much as an incident, they arrived in Tennessee, where Mrs. Jones insisted that she wanted to go to Graceland. Colin, who for obvious reasons had never been that much of an Elvis fan, and Stockman, who never went along with Mrs. Jones' side stops just because, had opted to remain in the RV. Naturally, she was taking her sweet time, and this fact was putting a lot of strain for them not to go in there and drag her out by force.

"Ugh, what the Hell is taking her so long?" Stockman groaned. "We should have reached New York by now".

"At least you have nothing better to do," Colin retorted. "I still have to figure out how to find Nathan and get out of this reality before anything bad happens. Of course it would help if I knew who I turned into".

"Maybe, but that still doesn't explain why we have to deal with this," Stockman scoffed. "She has to know we're in danger from Bishop and whoever attack our men".

"Okay first of all, we don't even know if your buddies were attacked," Colin said. "Second, even if Bishop caught up to us by now, there's no way he'd attack us out in public. Third and I think this is the most important here; we don't need anyone else sucked into our problems here. The only reason we're even traveling with Mrs. Jones is because this is the only ride available to us. We have to make sure she remains unaware of why we're even heading to New York".

Suddenly the RV lurched forward as an unseen force hit it from behind. Colin and Stockman were both thrown to the floor as their ride collided with the cars into of them before coming to rest at an adjacent sidewalk, leaving an impressionable dent in a street light in the process. Gingerly, Colin got to his feet, having to use a knocked over couch for support before lifting Stockman out from under it.

"What was that?" Stockman asked.

"I don't know, but it didn't seem friendly to me," Colin said. "Wait here. I'll go check it out".

Quickly pulling out the sword he was carrying, Colin kicked down the partially damaged door and made his way to the back of the RV. There seemed to be some sort of scorch mark on the back, which implied that some sort of bomb had gone off. However, looking around, there seemed to be no signs of a bomb anywhere near where the wreckage path was and there didn't seem to be a manhole near enough for some gas explosion so he couldn't tell what was going on.

"Attack!"

Colin barely had time to bring his sword up to stop another sword from nailing him. He couldn't relax though, as he threw the attacker off him in order to kick another on his right away from him and duck another who when from behind. He managed to get a little breathing room between them and with that, he was able to properly assess what was going on.

There were about ten or so men standing in front of him. They seemed to be East Asian in appearance, but it was hard to tell from their attire. They were each wearing some sort of black and red spandex like suits with black masks covering their faces. Some of them were carrying melee weapons on them, and they were all staring right at Colin. It didn't take him that long to guess who was responsible for the blast was.

"So, I take it you were the ones who tried to blow me up?" Colin asked. "Not exactly a well thought out plan if you ask me".

None of the black clad figures said anything. Instead three of the ones that had weapons went on the attack. Colin parried their strikes easily but was being pushed back toward the RV. Luckily he was able to have two of them get their blades stuck in the slightly charred hull, allowing him to kick the third blade out of the other attacker before sweeping his legs out from under him, making him hit the concrete with a thud. From there, he grabbed the other two, who were still trying to get their swords out, and ram their heads together, knocking them out.

However, the melee had given the other attackers time to encircle him. Figuring he would need more range in order to deal with these guys, Colin holstered his sword back in his robe and pulled the two stuck in the RV out with a single yank. Turning around, he was able to parry in incoming attack by one of his assailants, kick him out of the way, and nail another with the handle of one of the swords. It took two swipes to knock out the last assailant with a weapon, one of which tore part of the fabric on his back, but them's the brakes.

However, he got a little too careless and allowed several of his attackers to grab him and wrestle the swords off of him. Figuring there was no longer any real need for a weapon, Colin went physical. Back flipping out of their grips, he jabbed the end his right hand into the throat of the attacker on his left. The remaining assailants began swinging at him, but he simply used his snake like reflexes to dodge them all. He then grabbed the nearest attacker, flipped him onto the ground, and kicked him right on the side of his neck. He then grabbed another assailant who tried to attack him, rammed his knuckle into the guy's elbow, threw him in the way of another attacker, and kicked the two of them at the same time.

As he was dealing with this attack, Colin's mind was rolling over what was going on. He had no clue who these guys were, but they seemed to know him very well, or at least the guy he turned into. On top of that, their fighting style seemed eerily familiar somehow. However, he couldn't recall who they were exactly. They obviously weren't the Foot because these guys clearly didn't know a thing about subtlety. Whoever they are, they clearly were a bigger threat than they looked.

If Nathan got grabbed by these guys, I'm never gonna forgive him, Colin thought.

However he didn't have time to dwell on who they were. Three of the attackers were running toward him, each carrying one of the dropped swords that were lying around. Muttering something about idiots, Colin pulled out his own sword and began parrying each of their strikes. However, his moves were beginning to get sloppy from all the fighting he was doing. These guys certainly knew what they were getting into when they decided to jump him. It was all he could do to knock two of them out of the way before bringing his sword up in time to stop the other guy's blade from decapitating him.

Ugh… these guys don't mess around, Colin thought bitterly. But I don't have time for this stupidity.

With his remaining strength, he kicked his current attacker right in the family jewels. As he was trying to recuperate, Colin grabbed him and threw him into one of his buddies that was trying to jump him from behind.

"Fall back!" one of the attackers yelled.

Gingerly the assailants got up and began running off, several of which had to carry their knocked out buddies. With his immediate problem out of the way, Colin leaned back against the RV and began to catch his breath. He didn't have the time to get enough as the sound of footsteps and whirring gears meant that Stockman and Mrs. Jones were heading toward him.

"What the hell happened?!" Mrs. Jones snapped.

"I just got attacked in case you haven't noticed," Colin retorted.

"By the Foot no doubt," Stockman mused.

"Doubt it," Colin said. "The design of their gear was all wrong. In any case, they wouldn't make an attack in broad daylight. It's not their style".

"Then who were they?" Stockman asked.

"Some of your goon squad no doubt," Mrs. Jones quibbled.

"Hey, I've never seen them before in my life," Stockman snapped. "And even if I did, I certainly wouldn't work with them. Too many similar ethics to those blasted-"

Before he could finish ranting, Stockman was silenced by Colin's hand. The dimension traveler was currently checking out the fabric that had been torn off one of his attackers. He visibly scowled at the symbol that was on it: an 8 pointed star with the points connected with a line that had an m in the middle.

"What is that?" Stockman asked.

"Trouble," Colin growled. "We have to get to New York now. No unneeded pit stops. No whining. No excuses".

If Colin was in Nathan shoes, he would have used his IPhone to look up the current whereabouts of David Panawitz and hop on the next subway or cab going there while calling the Turtles on his way there. However, Nathan was not Colin, nor did he have his IPhone on him, and knew he needed to pass on this information before doing anything else. He also understood the value of teamwork, something Colin had yet to grasp. Nathan walked along one of the many roads of New York. Technically, he could open any drain lid and go from there. However, he was unfamiliar with the underground and opted for the more familiar surface world. For a while, Nathan knew where he was going from last time he'd been here with the Turtles. However, at some point, he wasn't sure whether to make a left or a right at an intersection.

Maybe I should turn around and walk to the library and go to the manhole from there, Nathan thought.

However it was getting dark and that would have taken too long. For some reason, something – maybe Nathan's internal GPS buried deep in his mind – wanted him to go right. Not questioning his sense of direction, Nathan went right. As he walked for a bit, he realized he was in the Lower East Side, and soon everything became familiar to him.

"This looks exactly like that street Colin and I walked on before we go separated," Nathan muttered.

Sure enough, right in the middle of the road was that infamous sewer drain, encircled by roadblocks. Nathan stopped dead in his tracks. A part of him wanted to approach the sewer drain and climb down inside of it, seeing if a blue portal will appear that will take him to Colin, home, or both and hopefully being transformed back into a regular human. Another part of him wanted to turn around and run from it as fast as he could.

Before Nathan could make his choice, he noticed that something was crawling up from the sewer drain. He immediately got into a fighter's stance to prepare for any possible threat, but he was hoping that it was Colin who was emerging from the sewer although that was highly unlikely. A man's head appeared from the sewer and then some more heads, all of which seemed to be men. They crawled out of the sewers until there were eleven lined up in a row in front of the sewer drain, ready to fight. Nathan noticed that they were all East Asian and wore black kung fu uniforms with red trimming and masks over their heads. They were all in a fighter's stance.

Nathan wasn't sure who these people were. He remembered that the Turtles had some kind of beef with the Foot Clan. Could these guys be it? Nathan shook that thought away. Mikey said they were all black. These guys had too much red on them to be from the same group of ninjas. So who were they? Nathan figured maybe he could talk his way out of this without having to resort to violence. Nathan dropped his stance.

"Hey guys I was just walking on the street when I saw you appear from the sewers. I mean you no harm." Nathan observed the very serious, hard-to-read faces of the people. They did not cease in their stance, and Nathan was getting nervous. "Look, the reason why I was in that fighting stance was that I was afraid that whatever was coming out was going to attack me, but it's clear here that I was wrong." No response. "Ok… I'm just gonna turn around and go another way. Have a nice day."

As soon as Nathan turned around, a man shouted, "Attack!"

Immediately, Nathan turned around to block a kick from a man and shove him away. Another man tried to punch Nathan in the cheek, but he duck and grabbed the man's arm. He thrust the man on his back and threw him over his shoulder where he landed flat on the ground, face down. That's when Nathan's eyes went wide. On the man's back was an 8 pointed star with each point connected with a line and an m in the middle. He knew that insignia all too well. It was the symbol of the Cult of Myrkor.

This wasn't good. Not good at all.

Nathan immediately put all his focus and energy into defeating these guys and getting out alive. No fooling around. Two guys charged at him from either side. Using his catlike abilities to his advantage, Nathan leaped in the air and did a split kick, knocking them out. However, when he landed, a cultist managed to kick him on the face, launching him midair. It seemed like Nathan was going to land on his head, but he did a mid-flip and landed on his feet just like a cat. He dodged a punch.

They must have been changed into humans when traveling from their own universe. Did they come through a blue portal? Omigod! If they were here, what's going on in the Kung Fu Panda universe? I hope Tigress is ok, Nathan thought while the cult kept him busy.

Nathan wasn't sure what their motives were, but considering that their attacks were nonlethal, and the fact that they possessed no weapons, he had a feeling it was on the lines of capturing him. Still Nathan fought hard. Using tiger style, he grabbed a man's wrist, twisted it, and locked his opponent's arm. He used his other arm to hit his opponent's arm with his elbow. When the man was down, Nathan landed a flying tiger kick, a knee trap, and then a double chop on the neck. The man, however, was resilient, and painfully got up, but Nathan repeated the process, and he was down for the count. A man leaped from behind, and Nathan turned around. Before the man could touch him, Nathan did a tiger claw snap down and then clapped the man's ears. Nathan grabbed the man's legs, and using all his strength, he flipped the man onto the ground. Then Nathan stamped on the man's groin. The man clutched his family jewels and keeled in pain. Nathan smiled. For once it felt good to see someone else got hit in the family jewels other than him. He couldn't wait to give Colin some much needed payback with that move.

When three cult members leaped in the air and lunged at Nathan, he immediately switched to ninjutsu and fought like a ninja, landing punches and kicks on them. The three fell in pain. Nathan smiled in pride of his work. Turns out, there's an advantage in knowing multiple fighting styles. However, although Nathan was doing well fighting (using both kung fu and ninjutsu) the cult, the fact that he was out numbered was starting to overwhelm him, and he was beginning to get sloppy in his movements. He needed to get away, or…wait! Nathan had the ability to call for backup. Before he left on his fact finding mission, Don had given him a Shell Cell with a panic button. Nathan took it out and pressed the button. Unfortunately, this distraction combined with exhaustion resulted in Nathan not being able to react as a cultist came up from behind him and picking him up and throwing him on the ground, knocking him unconscious.

Hopefully they'll find out what's going on

R&R plz

NITRO PSYCHO OUT!