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Introducing Chapter 10...

Michelangelo stared at his brothers for a long time. He was grinning wildly. On his back were two sheathed wooden Katana's. Two wooden Tonfa's were tucked into his leather belt, alongside his pair of Nunchuk's. A dozen Shuriken lined his chest strap. Donatello handed him his last weapons, a pair of brass knuckles that Michelangelo took keenly, putting them on immediately. Putting his hands on his hips Michelangelo puffed up his chest and posed heroically, throwing a smoke bomb that engulfed his figure in a cloud of purple. "I was once known as Michelangelo, the hero, but times have changed, I have discovered who I really am." He paused dramatically, the smoke clearing. "You all will bow to me! For I am now known as the one, the only, ultimate ninja warrior!"

Leonardo bit into his lip, trying to suppress his laughter. Raphael gave Michelangelo a disgusted glare, rolling his eyes. Donatello grinned at his little brother, his infectious happiness always calmed Donatello in the worst of situations.

Leonardo took a deep breath trying to calm himself, a small smile still spread on his face. This is ridiculous he thought, he tried desperately to make his tone very serious, " As your first task, ultimate ninja warrior, we have deemed you fit to rescue the uh… Damsel in distress!"

"Who?"

"April, Mikey!" The three voices spoke in union.

"Oh yeah, right. April. She need not fear, the ultimate ninja warrior is on his way!" Michelangelo turned around, running down the railway tunnel, towards April's distant cries. His excessive amount of weapons clanged against his shell and plastron.

Raphael slapped his forehead, shaking his head. "Sometimes I struggle to understand how I am related to that" he gestured to the sprinting figure down the tunnel.

Leonardo sniggered, "He's good bait Raph, you have to admit that. Come on, lets go." The three remaining Turtles ran off, following Michelangelo's path, though keeping their distance, not wanting to be seen by their unsuspecting brother.

Michelangelo rounded a corner in the tunnel, his face full of determination as he listened for April's voice.

"Why won't you leave me alone!"

The voice was loud. Hardly echoing against the concrete walls. Michelangelo picked up his pace. She's very close, he thought. The abandoned railway split into two tunnels in front of him, leaving him two options, he strained to listen through the sudden silence.

"Don't hurt him… Please."

The voice was only a whisper, but Michelangelo caught onto it immediately, running into the left tunnel. He rounded another corner, the railways tracks suddenly disappeared into darkness, the normally dim over head lights gone from this part of the tunnel. Michelangelo shrugged, disappearing into this unfamiliar territory. Reaching for his T-phone he activated the torch App, the darkness backing away from the sudden small ray of light. With his other hand he tucked his brass knuckles into his leather waist belt, swapping them for a pair of his Nunchuk's, preparing himself for anything.

"Who's there?"

Michelangelo smiled, following the voices origin, "April, it's me, Mikey, where are you exactly?" He searched the tunnel with his torch walking slowly, cautiously, the light didn't reach very far into the black depths.

"Down here, come quickly. Are you alone?"

"Keep talking to me. I'll find you."

"I can hear your footsteps, wait have you got a light? Is that you?"

Michelangelo's light suddenly shined onto a crouched figure at the edge of the railway, her black boots were soaked, her tights were ripped in places, her bright yellow top ripped and stained with blood and dirt. Her hair unrecognizable compared to her normally neat ponytail. She looked straight at him, her eyes dark and wide, her mouth in a tight forced smile. Michelangelo felt uncomfortable, the feeling chewing away at his gut, somethings not right, he thought. He remembered watching April hold the knife against Donatello's throat, she had grinned at him in a crazy person way. Her eyes just as dark as they were now. Mind control, the words flashed into Michelangelo's mind. He must be careful, searching her with his eyes for the knife. He caught the blades glint in the torch light, it lay innocently on the railway tracks, less than an arms length away from April.

"Thank-god your here." She breathed, her voice thick with faked relief.

Michelangelo tore his gaze away from the knife, he looked at her. Trying to figure out his next move. What would Leo do? What would Leo do! Come on Mikey think!

"Mikey, you okay?"

Michelangelo almost gasped. Her voice was so familiar, it had to be April, the real April. Not evil April. He tapped a finger against his chin in thought, looking up to the ceiling. I really need to think of a monster name for her, 'evil April' just isn't adequate.

"Mikey?"

Michelangelo snapped to attention,"Ah yes, lets get you out of here, but you won't be needing that." He pointed to the knife, he raised his eyebrows in expectation, just like Leo.

"Oh, but I do need it" April was on her feet within seconds, the knife snatched up from the floor. She pointed it straight at him a few feet away, grinning wildly. Michelangelo gasped, his grip tightened on his Nunchuk automatically, his feet slightly moved apart, he positioned himself in a defensive stance, still pointing the torch at April, watching her every move.

A gloved hand suddenly emerged out of the black depths behind April, metal armor glinted in the light. The hand slapped down on April's mouth, dragging her back in to the darkness, disappearing from sight. Michelangelo searched with his torch frantically, it had all happened in a flash. He saw nothing but the concrete walls of the tunnel, not a trace of April anywhere. He shivered.

"April!? Guys?" his voice seemed to echo endlessly down into the tunnel, he waited for the echoes to end. It was like dropping a stone into a water hole and waiting for the splash to signal the end of its fall.

"What is your name, Turtle?" The voice cut through the air, it was deep, manly and dominate. A voice that demanded respect. The voice was familiar, but without a face Michelangelo couldn't be sure. Surely it couldn't be him…

Michelangelo stepped back, his torch focused down the middle of the tracks. He shook off his fear, he knew he didn't have his brothers watch his back. Maybe going solo wasn't such a good idea… If his suspicions were correct about the identity of this stranger, he would surely perish.

"Answer me, Turtle!" The voice snapped. Michelangelo's eyes widened. He started backing away, the voice finally earning the name of its owner as Michelangelo's fears were confirmed. A tall figure stepped into the futherest reaches of the torchlight. Unsheathed blades reached past the figures hands, silver armor glinted in the dim light, the figures face enveloped in a silver mask, only his eyes were visible. Michelangelo swallowed a scream. He was frozen in place, unable to move past the wall of fear that surrounded him.

"Shredder" he breathed.

Raphael clung upside down to the piping on the ceiling of the tunnel, his mouth hanging open as he saw Shredder appear from the darkness. The brothers had been moving cautiously, silently, along the pipes following Mikey. They just about to make a move to ambush April when she was dragged in to the darkness. Now the Shredder appeared and more concerningly, alone. Where's April? Raphael looked to Leonardo, just making out his face from the dim light. Leonardo's eyes were fully focused on the Shredder, they began to glaze over, ready for battle. Sensing Raphael's gaze he turned to look at him, he gave the smallest of nods, then turning to look at the pipes, he nodded at them.

Raphael watched as Leonardo silently crawled upside down along them, heading towards the Shredder. He set his lips in a tight line, following Leonardo's lead, feeling Donatello catch on and start moving behind him, watching his back. Raphael let his instincts take over, watching as the tunnels suddenly seemed more vivid, more defined even in Michelangelo's dim torchlight. The Shredder seemed to glow, my target, my enemy I must take down, Raphael thought. His eyes glazing over.

The three brothers stopped abruptly directly over the Shredder and in unsion they let go of the piping, unsheathing their weapons in mid air, landing direct blows to their unsuspecting enemy below them.

Raphael felt his Sai sink deep into the Shredder's shoulder armor, he grinned, pushing it deeper into flesh, as his feet met the Shredders chest and pushed him down.

Donatello was already on the ground, his Bo staff sweeping at an impossible speed, hitting the Shredder's ankles, causing them to buckle. Their foe fell with Raphael's weight upon him. Donatello jumped to hold his legs, his grip unforgivingly strong.

Leonardo landed beside Raphael, he stepped to forward and looked down at Shredder's wide eyes. He could smell his fear. He leaned down, his katana flashing past to press against the Shredder's throat. He felt nothing but disgust and anger towards this pathetic excuse of a man. He stared down at him.

"Booyakasha…" Michelangelo's whispered voice came from behind.

"Where is she?" Leonardo snapped.

A chuckle escaped Shredder, his throat softly moving against the sharp unforgiving blade of Leonardo's Katana, blood started running down his neck.

"Answer me." Leonardo's grip tightened on his Katana, his biceps twitched in anticipation. He clenched his teeth, trying hard not to kill the Shredder right here and now.

Raphael stamped his foot down on the Shredder's chest in impatience. He looked to Leonardo, he could just make out the outline of a figure just behind his brother. His eyes widened, he leaped to his brother, pushing him out of the way, just missing the swift slash of a blade in the air above them, right where Leonardo's head had just been. They crashed to the ground, rolling away defensively, out of reach of their new enemy.

Michelangelo was there in a flash, dropping his phone, plunging the tunnel into darkness, his Nunchuk's chain already extended, he ran at the mysterious figure, swinging with all his strength, the chain wrapping around his target perfectly. His eyes were glazed over, the shadows and darkness becoming his ally. He pulled hard, feeling the chains tighten, entrapping his victim. He heard a gasp, then a clang of a weapon being dropped. He unsheathed his wooden Katana and swung it mercilessly and blindly through the air at the origin of the noises. He was rewarded with a painful wince. He pressed the tip of the Kantana against his prisoner.

Donatello had already moved to stop Shredder from escaping as soon as Raphael leaped away, he pressed the hidden button on his Bo staff, the blade appearing immediately at the end of his weapon, he leaped up, swinging the blade so hard at the Shredder, only stopping it abruptly with expertise when it came within an inch from Shredder's already bleeding throat.

Leonardo stood up, looking around, seeing nothing but darkness, reaching for his T-phone, he activated his torch App. The light suddenly illuminating the tunnel again. He looked at Donatello leaning over the Shredder, his Bo staff's blade had taken his Katana's place. He switched his gaze to Michelangelo, the handle of his nunchuk in one hand and a wooden Katana in the other, its tip pressed against silver chest armor. His eyes moved up the armor, only to be met by Karai's furious eyes staring straight back at him.

Leonardo's eyes narrowed. He should have known she would be here. Then he shivered, the realization hitting him like a bus. If Karai is here and the Shredder is here… Then where is April?

April sat further down the tunnel, she had watched the entire battle play out before her, she had remained silent throughout the ordeal. The devices electric shocks ever present in her mind. The Krang had taken over control temporarily while Karai fought, it was something April had hoped for, she might be able to find a way to escape with the stupid robots controlling her. She closed her eyes, feeling the will to fight rise within her. Returning to her dark cell in her mind with a new feeling of determination.

"Krang suspects the plan that was developed by the one known as Karai may be in danger of failing."

April listened to the voices echo in her head, it was unusual because the only voice she'd ever heard in her mind throughout the mind control was Karai's. She had a sneaking suspicion that this was a conversation that was not meant to be heard by her.

"Krang agrees with Krang. But Krang askes Krang to consider a new plan, without the knowledge of the ones known as Karai and the Shredder."

A new plan? What were these crazy robots going on about? April sat down in her dark cell, listening intently to the conversation.

"Krang suggests that Krang lead he one known as April O'neil to a place where Krang can take April O'Neil, without the knowledge of the ones known as Karai and The Shredder."