Ninja Turtles does not belong to me; it belongs to Peter Laird, Kevin Eastman…. And whoever they sold the rights to.
Four months later….
Raph was out on a run; it was only sundown and not night, but he didn't care; he couldn't wait. He needed the night, to take out a days worth of frustration. The red-masked turtle was getting more frustrated as the days passed.
Four months since Mikey was taken away by Donnie…
The thing that really bothered him, was that about a week after that, Don had the nerve to actually re-appear. He was more correct this time; he explained to them (after he was knocked out and tied down by Raph) that he was at the Junkyard when Bishop captured him, and after being in his lab for an unknown period of time there was a chip implanted in his head that gave Bishop complete control over him, he had no recollection of what happened while he was under Bishop's control, only that that day they had dumped him back in New York.
At first they didn't believe him, but then Don had asked "Hey, where's Mikey?"
And they realized he was telling the truth.
It was almost painful that they had to explain to him that he had been the one who kidnapped the youngest of the Hamato clan.
To say Don had experienced, and was experiencing soul-crushing guilt would be taking it lightly. He blamed himself – no matter how much Leo or Master Splinter tried to convince him it was beyond his control, he was still inconsolable.
Leo and Master Splinter were too busy trying to find leads or spiritual connections to the jokesters mind, but could find none. Raph spend day and night tearing New York apart and interogating punks for information. April and Casey were helping as well. And LH... Well, the giant crocodile had been staying rather low-profile during all of this, surprising Raph because Mikey and Leatherhead seemed to be great friends.
With all the high tension that continually built over the past four months, Raph couldn't stand being in the Lair any longer than he had to.
Unfortunately for the hothead, it seemed that the night was uneventful – no muggings, no robberies, no drug deals, no rapes, no gang activity – nothing, out of all the nights, New York out of all places had to be uneventful.
Agitated, and pent up, Raph stood near the ledge of a rooftop and continually punched a stone gargoyle – he didn't care that the skin of his fists was tearing up and bleeding, he just kept pretending it was another stone gargoyle by the name of John Bishop.
Being so preoccupied in taking his anger and frustration out on the inanimate object, he failed to notice a 'gargoyle' fly down from it's perch on a taller building and onto the rooftop where Raph stood.
Raph was completely unaware as the 'gargoyle' came closer until it was halfway across the roof. The 'gargoyle' snickered soundlessly and swished its long tail in amusement over the red-banded turtles unawareness.
"I wonder what he did to deserve that." A chuckle sounded from behind Raph – Raph whirled around, already he held out his sai's and was in an offensive stance, stir-crazy for some action. Green eyes widened in shock, the red cloth around them followed the motion.
He was staring at a raptor.
A gaint, walking raptor-like creature; it resembled walking lizard with it's long tail, course green scales and long beaked snout. Strangely enough, it had blue-green feathers jutting out from the top of it's head (resembling a Mohawk of sorts), trailing down it's back al the way to it's tail where strange, blue pincer-like things were at the end. Its eyes were bright blue and narrowed much like a typical reptiles (as in, looked angry).
Being a giant, walking, talking reptile himself who had dealt with mutants, anthros and aliens; Raph was not very surprised….
"What do you want, ya damn ugly lizard?" Raph growled – he was itching for a fight and he couldn't let a chance like this slide.
"Ah, I'm hurt – Is that any way to say hello?" The lizard-like creature chuckled – Raph took a step back seeing the sharp teeth along the line of the creatures beak. A dangerous opponent, by the looks of it.
"It's how ya say hello in my language." Raph snorted in reply – quickly finding this lizard somehow got on his nerves.
"I'm sorry then – I don't speak fluently in 'thug'." The lizard said.
Raph glared at the smiling raptor "You really don't wanna piss me off tonight." He growled.
"You really thing that?" The lizard said and took a step closer "Eh, frog face?" He taunted. That did it; with a growl Raph charged at the lizard, throwing his arm back for a left-hook.
You can imagine the red-banded turtles surprise when he missed – and the lizard was not longer where he had been standing; eyes wide, Raph stared up and saw the raptor hovering above him.
The raptor was flying; it had wings. Wings like a hummingbird; they moved and swished in the air so fast he couldn't even see them.
"What the shell?" Raph said, but then got over his initial surprise – whatever, freaky creatures with freak abilities weren't new.
The raptor swooped above him, Raph tried to strike but it wasn't timed precise enough, the creature looped above him and dove back over Raph's head, this time Raph attempted to strike with a jump-kick. His move was not only counteredm but countered by the creature grabbing him by the ankles and carrying him with him in flight.
Raph yelped a little when he found himself sailing through the air upside-down, he was feeling rare display of fright when he saw he was staring at the ground; if the raptor were to drop him, he would plummet to his not-so-untimely death. The raptor flied up higher until they were at the clouds.
"Put me down! PUT ME FUCKING DOWN!" Raph screamed at the raptor – he was beginning to see why Leo had been afraid of heights when they were little.
"Okay." The raptor complied and let go of his ankle; Raph yelled out a curse as he plummeted, nearing the ground.
"SHEEEEEEEEELLLLLLL!" Raph yelled, he closed his eyes in the knowledge that he would become nothing but a splat on the concrete.
With a giggle, the raptor dived head-first and spiraled down until it was level with Raph and following.
"Having fun?" It asked.
"No, you moron!"
"Say uncle and I'll save you."
"No!"
"Okay then – I hope you have wings under that shell of yours." The lizard cackled and seemed to fly away.
Raph's green eyes widened when he saw he was plummeting faster and was dangerously close to a rooftop "Okay; uncle, uncle!"
He shut his eyes and gritted his teeth when he was too close to the rooftop – however, he was stopped in mid-air by the raptor grabbing his ankles again; Raph opened his eyes and saw he was hovering only a mere inch over the concrete of the rooftop.
"You could have killed me, shell-for-brains!" He growled, and yelped again when the raptor have a great flap of his wings, hoisting them both up higher into the air, he twisted his body a little and threw Raph up into the air like he were a juggling instrument.
However, the creature grabbed Raph again, this time by locking it's arms around his body in the chest area and flew off South.
"Hey! Put me down!" Raph snarled and struggled in the arms of the lizard – it however, refused to let go.
"Naw – your fun; I'll take you to my place, I have something to show you." The lizard replied and ignored Raph for the rest of the three-minute trip, in spite of the swears and threats the dark green turtle was throwing at him.
Finally, the destination was met; they were at the bell tower of a church. The lizard entered the top of it and set Raphael down gently and stood next to him.
Raph blinked – Now that he was closer, he could study the raptors physiology clearer. The creature must have been at least nine feet tall with a five-foot tail, it's wings were the same bright blue-green color of the feathers on it's head and tail, but now the wings weren't in flight they weren't stretched out, they were furled, pressed against his back in a concaving dome-shape almost like a shell….
"Here it is!" The raptor cheered and brought out a backpack – it handed the backpack to Raph, who narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"Is there a bomb in this?" He demanded.
The lizard raised a scaley eye-ridge "No, you block-head! Just zip it open and look inside." He pressed.
Sighing, but still suspicious, Raph zipped open the backpack and without looking pulled something out with his free hand.
He mouth dropped in shock at what he pulled out – the long, thin, slightly torn fabric of an orange mask. Looking at the still-smiling raptor, Raph looked inside the see the rest of the contents of the bag; Twin offensive nunchaku wrapped in orange, a few kunai and shuriken, an untied belt and elbow/knee pads.
Raph took a step back, put the backpack over his shell and took out his sai's again "What the shell did you do to my brotha'?" He demanded – this creature must work for Bishop… Shell, why couldn't the conspiracy theorist leave his family alone? Now he had sent one of his scientific mistakes to taunt them?
"I didn't do anything to your brother, Raphie." The lizard assured "In fact, he's just fine."
"Where is he?" Raph asked, sounding as threatening as he could – however, unlike many, the raptor was unaffected.
"In this bell tower…." The raptor replied, innocently.
"You have two seconds to tell me where my brotha' is, or I'm gonna have Lizard al le' carte tonight." Raph told him – he couldn't take it anymore, he had to know and he was going to gut this lizard if he had to.
"He's right in front of you." The Lizard finally told him, he held his hand out to be shook just as the red-masked ninja's dropped his sai's "Hi, my name is Hamato Michaelangelo, I believe we've met."
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