Author's Note:
It's exam time! My last four exams of my minor year, and then summer! Woohoo! :) So I figured I'd post this before things get too too busy, but don't expect another one until AT LEAST next week.
Leonardo poured the final drop of tea into his mouth. He stared sadly at the empty cup for a moment, before placing it down on his plate with a clink. He turned his attention back to the T.V. and realized he had no idea what was happening in the movie. He had been reading a book during the commercials, and had obviously gotten a little distracted by it. He looked to the lump on the couch beside him. "Mikey? You still watching this? Because I am completely lo-" he stopped himself when he realized his youngest brother was no longer awake. Smiling, he stood up and turned off the T.V. Leonardo gathered his dishes and made his way to the kitchen where he found Donatello hunched over something on the counter.
"You still up, Don?" he asked, tossing his dishes in the sink and taking a seat at the table.
Donatello looked up. "Huh? Oh, hey Leo. Yeah, I'm trying to fix the microwave. Raph broke it."
"Again? Didn't he do that last week?"
He shrugged. "This kitchen doesn't exactly get along with everybody." Leonardo nodded in agreement. It wasn't a secret that none of them but Michelangelo could make anything but tea successfully. "Hey, can you pass me that screwdriver? ...Thanks." Donatello got to work at trying to screw the hinges of the microwave door back on. "Hey, weren't you watching that movie with Mikey that he so desperately wanted you to watch with him? The.. something that ate...somewhere?"
"The thing that ate Hoboken? Yeah, but Mikey should know by now that I'm not the movie type. And besides, he's totally-" Leonardo was cut off by a loud snore coming from the living room. He looked at Donatello, and they both started laughing.
"Has he even stayed awake for a single movie marathon yet?" Donatello chuckled.
"I don't think so. He thinks he's so grown up that he can stay up this late every night, but I keep on trying to tell him that I just don't think he's physically capable. It's kind of funny how mad he gets when he realizes he fell asleep the next morning, though."
Donatello smirked. "Yeah, he-" The two turtles jumped at the sound of the Lair's security alarm. They were instantly on their feet.
"Someone's trying to get into the lair!" Leonardo shouted.
"Come on, let's check it out." They raced over to the computer, and Donatello started up the security system and began typing away.
Suddenly the speaker system hooked up to the computer began to crackle. It made all sorts of static noises, until it finally cleared up and a loud, male voice could be heard perfectly clear. "Hello, little monsters! Are you home?"
The turtles shot each other a look. "Don, what was that?"
He stopped typing and turned around."I don't know! It came from the speakers! I think someone's hacking our entire computer system!" They winced as more crackling noises were made. Then the voice came back.
"Well, no matter. I'm coming in either way!" It called in a sing-song tone.
They continued to stare at the speakers. "...What?" Leonardo asked nobody in particular. Then he jumped again at the sound of an explosion, and Michelangelo screaming.
Donatello jumped to his feet and they took off running towards the sound. "MIKEY!"
They rounded the corner into the living room, and found the door to the elevator lying on the floor near the television, and smoke was billowing from where it used to be. "This isn't good." Leonardo growled. He drew his swords, Donatello his bo, and they stood, knees bent, waiting for the smoke to clear. As it gradually did, nobody made a sound. The turtles stared at their attackers, who had yet to move.
An army of at least forty people, all clad in black tech armor and each armed with different high-tech weapons stood in front of them. Standing amongst them were three giant, black battle suits. They were the size of at least two Casey's stacked on top of each other. Their heads were clear domes, and seated at the controls inside of each one was a man in the same black armor. The red symbol of the three-toed dragon was stamped on the front of all three of them. The one in the middle held a very startled Michelangelo dangling by one arm. His nunchucks were sprawled on the ground in front of him.
Leonardo lifted his swords to point at the one holding his brother. He glared at the man inside, wishing he could see through his tinted helmet. "Put. Him. Down."
The sea of soldiers began to shuffle around as a man in the back pushed his way to the front. He was wearing the same thing as the rest of them, only bright red. Clearly he thought he was important. He positioned himself in front of the middle battle suit. Then he pulled off his helmet to reveal himself. A middle aged man with shaggy, blonde hair, a long, pointed nose and the beginnings of a scruffy blonde beard. "Ah, ah, ah!" he teased. "Before we get rough, I just wanted to introduce myself."
"Leo!" Donatello whispered. "That's the guy from the speakers." Leonardo nodded, but his gaze never left Michelangelo.
The man stepped forwards, still keeping about ten feet between him and the turtles. "My name is..." He frowned. Then it quickly turned back into a broad smile. "Well, that's not really important. Since I really couldn't care less what any of you things have for titles..." he rambled, waving a hand at Michelangelo as he said 'things'. Michelangelo stuck out his tongue. The man shrugged and pulled out a bright red pistol from his pocket. "Anyways... The point of the matter is.." His smile fell once again and he raised the gun, aiming for Donatello's head. "I've come here to kill you. All of you. Your whole pathetic little family of... whatever it is that you are." Leonardo squeezed his swords a little harder. "You kill mine, I kill yours. Done."
"What?" Donatello asked. "We don't even know who you-"
"DON, LOOK OUT!" Michelangelo yelled. The man in red pulled the trigger, sending a red beam shooting for Donatello's face. Leonardo jumped towards him and pushed him to the ground.
"You okay?" he asked, helping him up.
"Yeah, I'm good."
Leonardo turned back to the man. Pure hatred in his gaze. "I don't know who you are, or why," he gestured to the Foot symbol on the suits, "you're working for a dead villain, but you had better get the shell out of here while you have the chance." The man raised the pistol towards him this time. Leonardo's eyes narrowed. "Just try it. I dare you." He winked at Michelangelo, who winked back.
Donatello was still at his side. "Leo, what-"
"Go get Raph. We can take them." he nodded.
The man pulled the trigger, and Donatello took off up the stairs. Leonardo whipped his sword in front of his face and the laser reflected off, shooting onto the floor. "Mikey, go!" he yelled. Michelangelo swung his legs upwards and kicked off of the suit startling the soldier inside. Flying from its grasp, he landed on the ground, grabbed his weapons, and ran over to his brother.
"Leo!" he hissed, slightly panting, "Who the shell are these guys?" His nunchucks were already spinning wildly.
"I don't know, but if they have anything to do with The Foot, they're not friends of ours." He looked his younger brother in the eyes, and raised his voice. "We can take them."
The man smirked and stepped forwards. "Take us?" he waved a hand behind him. "Us?" His smirk morphed into an ear-to-ear grin. "Good luck." He motioned forwards, and the army behind him charged.
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Donatello burst into Raphael's room so quickly the door nearly flew off. "RAPH!"
Raphael, who had been sleeping, jumped up out of bed and whipped out his sais from under his pillow. "What, what!" he yelled frantically, then when his brain cleared and he realized it was his brother, his voice lowered to a threatening tone. "Donny, this better be good."
"It is! Shell, it is! No time to explain! We've got to go help Leo and Mikey fight off these random soldiers who broke into our lair!" He yelled, waving his arms around frantically.
Raphael shook his head. "WHAT?" He growled. "Nobody breaks into this home, Donny. Let's go kick some shell."
His brother nodded, and they turned to leave, when they heard footsteps approaching the door. Donatello put his bo on the floor and motioned for Raphael to be quiet."In here!" They heard someone shout. Donatello crept behind the door. Then, just as it flew open, he slammed it back as hard as he could. It connected with the soldier's helmet with a crack, and sent him flying backwards into the three others who had followed him up. Raphael tossed his brother his weapon and stomped forwards.
He towered over the armed men on the floor who were still trying to understand what had just happened. "Look. I don't have any idea who you guys are, but I hate you already." He raised a sai, and they jumped to their feet. Whirring sounds came from their guns as they got ready to fire. Raphael smirked as Donatello came up beside him, bo at the ready. "Geez, I'm sooo scared," he mocked, "Who the shell are these guys, anywa-"
"RAPH, LOOK OUT!" Donatello yelled suddenly. Raphael spun towards him.
"Wh-" He started, then he went flying forwards as one of the three giant robot suits smacked him from behind, sending him hurdling towards the rail of the second floor. He collided with it straight on, the bar digging into his chest, and ended up bent over it, wheezing as the robot advanced towards him.
"Raph!" Donatello yelled. He tried to move to help him, but the number of soldiers between the two turtles was multiplying by the second as more came up the stairs. Raphael pushed himself off the railing, and raised his sais at the robot.
"I got this ugly thing, Donny. Go help Leo and Mike." Donatello nodded. Then he turned to the sea of soldiers blocking the stairs. He couldn't see through their tinted helmets, but they all seemed to be staring at him. Their weapons were raised, but it was as if they were giving him the advantage of letting him have the first move. When he raised his staff, their weapons moved to follow his movements. He smiled nervously at them, and took a few steps back.
"Sorry, guys. It's been fun, but.." He took a giant step forwards, and using his bo, he vaulted over them. He landed just close enough to the top stair so that he didn't fall down them, but he had to grab the railing to steady himself. "can't stick around!" he finally finished quickly, before turning and sprinting down the stairs with the soldiers hot on his trail.
He reached the bottom, and found the air thick with ammunition of all kinds. Soldiers were running everywhere, destroying all they could get their hands on. Donatello winced as he heard shattering glass, and turned to find their many T.V. sets on the floor in pieces. Suddenly boiling with a new found hatred for the intruders, he turned around and jabbed the front soldier on the stairs in the ribs with his staff. He flew backwards creating a domino effect, and Donatello used the opportunity to run towards the main entrance where he had left his brothers, dodging lasers and soldiers all the way.
He was panting as he made it there, having taken down more than just a few armed men on the way. He saw Michelangelo facing one of the giant robots, and he ran over to help him. "Mikey- Oof!" He gasped as a soldier punched him in the plastron. He grabbed the soldier's fist and twisted it behind his back, then gave him a hard kick between the shoulder blades sending him to the floor. He grabbed his gun as it fell from his hands and pointed it at the robot, who once again held his brother dangling by the arm. He pulled the trigger, and a blue laser beam shot out towards the robot. It reflected off its helmet, and bounced back towards the floor. "What? This is the lamest..." He spun around and aimed it at a soldier, but got the same results. Frowning, he threw it on the ground and ran towards the robot.
Michelangelo swung his nunchucks up and they connected with the robot's glass dome, creating a long crack down the middle. Startled, the robot dropped him once again. He waved at his brother. "Think I can take this one, Donny! Find Leo!"
He nodded once again, and ran towards the sound of the slicing of his elder brother's expertly wielded swords. He found him in the kitchen, surrounded by fallen soldiers, just finishing off a few more. "They just keep coming!" He shouted at Donatello. He swung one katana up, disarming another one, and used the hilt of the other to push him away. "Did you get Raph?"
Donatello swung his bo staff and swept three more off their feet. "Yeah, I-" he was cut off by the sound of Michelangelo screaming. The two turtles stared at each other, terror in their eyes. Donatello waved his hand at Leonardo."Keep fighting, I'll go help him!" He yelled, and pushed past the sea of people he didn't know, running to find his brother. 'What a day for Master Splinter to be away', he thought to himself as he rounded the corner.
When he got there, he found Michelangelo yet again in the robot's clutches, held in the air by his left arm. "Mikey!" He yelled. His brother gave him a shy wave.
"Little help?"
Donatello raced towards the robot and smacked it with his staff as hard as he could. The robot bent down and swept his hand towards him, but he jumped out of the way and it collided with the ground, becoming embedded in the concrete. Donatello ran up the metal arm, and thrust his bo into the one holding his brother. He pulled it out, and reached his fingers in, grabbing some wires. "I'll have you free in a sec, Mikey!" he shouted as he began to rip out as many wires as he could.
"Sooner than later would be better!" Was his brother's response. He was just about to pull out the last handful, when the robot suddenly got his hand free and pulled it out with great force. The sudden jerk sent it rearing backwards. The man inside was pushing buttons wildly, not wanting it to topple over. Donatello threw his bo to the floor, and jumped off, landing on his shell. He flipped over and jumped to his feet, and found the robot stumbling backwards. It was very heavy, and its operator was having trouble steadying it.
Michelangelo yelled as he was flung in every direction. The robot refused to let him go. It wobbled on one foot, and Donatello raced behind it to try and push it upwards, but he didn't move fast enough. The giant machine crashed onto its back, swinging its arms wildly, and Michelangelo went flying. "MIKEY!" Donatello yelled as he helplessly watched his brother spin through the air. His arm collided with one of the stone support pillars, and his feet flew forwards as he fell straight down onto his shell with a sickening crack. Michelangelo was out cold.
Donatello stared at his brother, sprawled out on the floor across the room. He was barely visible, as the air was thick with ammunition, and the lair itself was overflowing with smoke and with soldiers. He stood, horrified for a moment, until finally picking up his weapon. Nothing like this had ever gotten so serious before. Usually when idiots came for their lair, they would be beaten in minutes; this was just too much. This didn't happen. It just didn't. He shook his head and turned towards the man in the robot, who had given up trying to get it upright, and was hurriedly scrambling out of the glass dome. Donatello gave him a quick jab in the gut with his bo staff, and he fell to the floor. He then took off running towards Michelangelo. He checked his pulse, and grimaced when he looked at his arm. Not only did it look broken and disfigured, but it also looked as if the robot's grip had left quite a mark. "Leo!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. "Leo! Help! Mikey's down!" He turned around and gave a soldier who thought he was sneaking up behind him a sweep-kick. "LEO!" He yelled a bit louder. He moved to the side as a throwing knife whizzed past his head. He knew he should be helping, but he refused to leave his brother to these weirdos.
Then Donatello yelped as he felt a sharp pain in his neck. He brought his hand up to it, and found something there. The first thing he thought of was a throwing knife. Squeezing his eyes shut, he pulled it out, praying he was wrong. He held it in his hands, and opened his eyes. It was some kind of dart, and it was dripping with blue liquid. He squinted and brought it up to his face, trying to find out what it was he had just been injected with, but the dart was becoming blurry. He shook his head and held his other hand up in front of his face, eyes widening in panic when he saw three instead of one. He threw the dart to the side, suddenly not caring what it was. He looked up as he heard someone scream from the second floor, but everything was swirling and becoming very bright. He saw some soldiers come and begin to pull Michelangelo away, but he couldn't seem to get his arms to work to do anything about it. Donatello was barely able to finish one more yell to his brother, before everything faded, and he fell unconscious on the floor.
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"You're...you're kiddin' me, right?"
"What reason would I have to make up something like that?"
Raphael threw his hands in the air. "You seriously mean that some freak and his army burst into our lair, started accusing us of killin' his family, and then beat the crap outta us? That's all you got?"
"That's all that happened!" Donatello blurted out. "There's nothing else to it! I don't know who he is either, I told you all I know!"
Raphael huffed. "Well if this punk really wanted us dead, why didn't he just kill us? Why are we wherever the shell we are?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"Well you just kinda seem to be the guy who knows it all right now. I don't remember nothin' about any of that."
"Which is weird. Really weird." Donatello tapped his chin. "You know, I have no idea what happened to Leo or you. All I know is that Mikey was pretty banged up. And that's why I was really glad to hear that he's okay."
"Yeah, well I don't remember nothing about any of that."
Donatello blinked. "You just said that."
"Did I really?" Raphael asked.
Donatello shrugged it off. "Anyways... I guess this whole thing could have been much worse. I was pretty scared when I saw Mikey like that... I guess, considering the circumstances, me and you are kind of lucky."
"Lucky! Lucky how?" Raphael demanded.
"Well, since he got so hurt, we're kind of lucky we got away without any damage." He rubbed at his neck. "Well, minimal damage, anyways."
Raphael laughed. "Yeah... real lucky."
Donatello raised an eyebrow. "What was that supposed to-" he gasped, "Raph, are you hurt too?"
Raphael winced. "Yup. Not gonna lie to ya, bro. I tried that with Leo, and he didn't buy it." He could hear his brother scrambling towards him already. "Woah, down boy!"
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Raphael groaned. "I regret this already." His brother huffed at him, and he rolled his eyes, but continued. "It's my feet, Donny. They're all messed up."
Suddenly Donatello slapped his hands over his mouth. "Raph!" He shouted through them, "You fell! You fell all the way from the second story!"
"I what?"
"No, it makes sense! I saw you with the robot, pinned against the railing. Then before I blacked out, I heard someone scream. It was you! You fell all the way! Oh my gosh!"
Raphael thought for a second. "You know, that makes some sorta sense." He winced. "Gee, I'm kinda glad I don't remember that." He rubbed at his legs, but Donatello heard him and pulled his hands away.
"Stop, don't touch them!" He yelled. "Do they hurt?"
Raphael frowned. "They used to, but they went all numb." He jumped as Donatello reached up and pressed his hand on his forehead. "Donny, wha-"
"Raph, you're burning up."
"I am?" He reached up to feel for himself. "Well, whaddaya know..."
"This is really bad, Raph. Your body is using all its energy to try and heal your legs, and since they seem to have gone numb, its not really doing a great job." Now aware of the heat radiating off him, Raphael raised his arm to wipe the sweat out of his eyes.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning you're feverish and seriously injured and we have got to get you out of here. Now."
...I hate italics. They hurt my eyes. Revieeeeeeew!