Brotherhood
Chapter 11
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The soft glow of the dojo shone light upon the two young men that were in it. Michelangelo and Raphael were in the stage of practicing their kata. Raphael's was very aggressive, such as his personality was. He put a lot of energy and force in his attacks.
Michelangelo's…was a bit a different. He just couldn't get it down right. He tried everything from meditating all the way to humming mantras in his head.
"Michelangelo, what seems to be the issue?" Master Splinter tapped his cane against the ground.
The mute bowed his head and sighed. He made a gesture for confusion.
Raphael had already finished his set, so to pass time he turned on the radio.
(A/N: Here's the song that's playing: /KGBGjeD-mmA)
Mikey paused and tapped his foot to the beat. He began thumping his hand to his thigh.
He then discovered something interesting.
He started his kata and timed each strike perfectly.
"Is Mikey fighting to the beat? Like he got a rhythm to it or something."
The street artist flourished into a break-dancing routine. His natural athleticism and flexibility played a heavy part in his newly discovered fighting style.
Mixing work and play, his martial arts and dancing synced in harmony.
Because fighting was a lot like dancing, except you were trying to hurt someone…. very badly.
"Yo, that's pretty dope Mikey. But let's see if you can do that fancy shit against an opponent."
With that said, Raphael lunged at the shorter boy…and his arm was caught by two legs as he was flipped over. The raging youth lunged at the smaller boy again with wild strikes and swings, Mikey evaded them with the tempo of the beat, moving with the song like how water would move through a river. Flowing with the notes like liquid, this specific song triggered a memory as he saw his turtle self imitating next to him in spirit. It was almost like they were in tandem, busting out moves to the beat. Michelangelo performed a b-boy flare to knock the angry bull on his back.
Raphael's face was greeted by Michelangelo's smug grin as he looked down at him.
"You got lucky is all. Don't expect that shit again." The street youth kicked back up and turned off the music. He turned to see his turtle self interacting with Mikey. This whole turtle shit still fucked with him.
Splinter was intrigued by this discovery. He was more intrigued by the small lump formed by the blonde boy's windbreaker.
A small noise came from it. A small orange lump of fur rolled from it.
"Michelangelo, what is exactly is a cat doing in the dojo?"
Mikey sheepishly scratched the back of his head as he gave a nervous smile.
"Damn it Mikey, you brought the damn cat in here?!" The brown skinned youth grumbled.
The middle aged Japanese man looked to the small cat and its missing leg. Then back to Michelangelo's puppy eyed gaze.
He sighed deeply.
"You can keep it, but if it disturbs any of the customers, it goes out and it stays out. Do we understand?"
Mikey ran to hug their sensei. He was ever so grateful as he had never a pet before. He felt as giddy as a child in a candy shop. The phantom feeling of happiness was slowly but surely becoming whole again.
It gave Splinter a phantom feeling, one of fatherhood. He couldn't stop himself from grinning.
"What's with the smile, old man? You don't usually look this happy." Raph was practicing his boxing techniques against a punching bag.
"Nothing, it's just the two of you remind me of two of my sons."
"Funny, in what way?"
"You have the same spirit."
Mikey tilted his head in question. What could that mean?
The small cat clumsily made its way over to Raphael.
He gazed at it with a mild scowl.
"Keep him away from me, man. Don't turn me into the dude who axe kicks the fuck out of a cat." Raph mumbled.
Mikey gasped and picked up the cat in slight fear. The feline proceeded to lick his cheek. The short boy laughed and rolled around on the floor with his newfound cat.
Now all he needed was a name.
"Michelangelo, back to training!" Splinter cried.
April sat in her car outside the warehouse contemplating her life choices. It was around nighttime now, the cold air seeping into her bones.
Why was she about to interact with a cold blooded murderer, why wasn't she at home drinking coffee or talking to Donnie?
She's really worried about him, what's going on inside that galaxy sized brain of his?
It must be bloody murder for her soft-hearted geek of a companion.
The redhead gripped her steering wheel and got out of the car.
"Remember April, you need this for s story."
As she opened the garage door, the freezing temperature shocked her for a second. The moonlight casting its shine in the otherwise dark warehouse.
That's when she saw his shadowy figure, his visage was very much indeed horrifying still to this day. His black ensemble and mask struck chords of fear into her heart.
"I was beginning to think you wouldn't show up, Ms.O'Neil." His digital warbled voice set the hairs of her skin on end.
"Let's get this over with. Don't try anything funny, Onryo." Her tone was shaky and uneven. She walked cautiously with trepidation in each step. She eventually saw that a man chained to a chair with copious amounts of blood staining his clothes. She noticed that his fingernails and toenails were peeled off and small cuts in thousands littered his body. Was that remnants of salt in them? Just what kind of torture had he put him through?
When Onryo turned to face her, she saw that blood painted his mask as well.
"I wouldn't dream of it. Now do you know why this poor bastard is in my oh so gracious care?" He pulled the man's head up by his hair forcefully. He was sporting a two swollen eyes and fresh scars on his cheeks.
"Why?"
"It involves rape mostly but we'll get to that."
"That's sick."
"Absolutely, which is why trash like this shouldn't be allowed to even breathe the same air as us."
"Justified or not, murder is still wrong. You killing them just makes you as worse as them." April put down her files and sat in a chair.
"You really think that, huh? What about the women and children and hell even men these bastards defile? What if you were raped, or a person you care deeply for was molested, hmm? How would you feel then?"
Silence.
"I can't answer that."
"That's what I thought. But better yet, how's about we hear it straight from the horse's mouth?" He proceeded to pick up a bucket of freezing cold water and splash it on him.
He woke up in a frenzy, shaking in his chair. He looked up to see the black shadow of a man and a girl in a yellow leather jacket.
"PLEASE help me! This man is sick! Call the cops, he's torturing an innocent man—"
His spiel was brutally interrupted by the sound of metal cracking against his jaw. April looked to see that the butt or pommel of the shadow's spear was covered in blood. He was breathing very heavy, almost as if he was angry.
"Don't you dare lie to this woman about being innocent! Tell her about what you did, Trevor!"
"I haven't done anything wr—"
Another vicious crack of steel whipped across his face.
"TELL HER!"
"Please—"
He kept striking him until she intervened.
"STOP!" Her face was flush with fear and agitation. Tears were welling in her eyes.
He abruptly paused, looking at her. He slammed the spear on the ground.
"She seems to have compassion for you, however misguided it may be. Tell her what you did or I won't care about compassion, I will keep hitting until you die."
"I-I was drunk last night and I didn't know it was a little girl."
A brutal smack to the chin was given to him.
"Do not lie to me. Tell her the truth." Venom was dripping from his voice.
"I was desperate, okay?! My wife left me and I had just gotten out of prison. I needed relief! I didn't know she was ten okay?!"
"You raped a ten-year-old girl because you were desperate? You were lonely so you went prowling the streets searching for relief like some sick predator?"
April began to walk away when the shadow man grabbed her by the arm.
"You're not leaving just yet, Ms.O'Neil. I need you to see this."
For the life of her, she didn't know why she stayed.
He took out the man's phone and showed her images of children pornography.
"This man needs to be cleansed of his disgusting ways. He will die, there's no avoiding that, how he will die is up to you."
"How can you give me a choice like that?"
"Simple, either he dies here and now or he dies a slow and painful death in prison. Since you and your precious morals need to be satiated, you can give him the 'lawful' way of death, rotting in a jail cell. Decide now or he will die here in front of you." To further deepen his point, his spear's blade was perpendicular to the bastard's neck
"He NEEDS to go to prison, its where he belongs. This vigilante justice needs to stop. You should quit murdering people before I report you to the authorities."
"If I need to go the police so badly, you would've given told them of my existence and reported me already."
"How do you know I haven't?" Her voice was cautious.
"I know you haven't because the minute I appeared into your life, you didn't call 911 immediately…or at all actually. That's because no matter how twisted you think this is, you'd do the same thing in my situation."
"What happened to you, who hurt you? Who drove you to hunt down pedophiles and rapists and murder them?"
"That isn't for you to know. But people—filth like him are the reason why I do this." His voice wasn't calm or venomous. It sounded…sad, sullen almost.
"Hope you get to these sacks of garbage before I do, because I won't be so merciful next time."
"I don't like this, there has to be a better way to do this then murder!"
"Killing them solidifies the chance of it not happening again. I will not have the innocent suffer. The evil must be condemned for their sickening ways."
April was afraid of him clearly. But she could see some humanity in him. It was almost as if there was a light in him shrouded around darkness.
He took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello, I would like to report a crime. Yes, I have the evidence, I would like to remain anonymous. It's at the Grand Warehouse. Thank you officer."
As he hung up, she gawked at him.
"You called the cops? How are you going to explain his bruises and injuries?"
"I don't need to, he already had bruises before I got a hold of him. The girl managed to hit him with a large stick."
April looked at the man who began to cry.
"You're going away for the rest of your life, be lucky you're not dead. If it weren't for this young woman here, you'd be burning in hell."
Onyrō looked to April and nodded dismissively.
When she nodded back, he was gone just like that, no evidence of him even being there.
Leonardo was sitting in a coffee shop in England analyzing a book he had kept during his adventures with his brothers. Their master who was known as the Ancient One, told him to go to the 'city of wind' and look for 'the man who is the thorn of trees'
He had one of those figured out already, not the other.
The young man drank his coffee in peace when he got a very strange feeling.
Like he was being watched.
He turned his head slightly and his theory was confirmed.
A man in dark clothes was sitting two booths down from him, tapping his fingers methodically.
The assassin was hoping he wouldn't have to murder someone in this coffee shop. Their food was good and their coffee was even better.
He didn't want blood on them, he didn't have his swords with him so he'd have to make due.
A waitress walked up to Leo's booth with a happy step.
"Would you like some more coffee, love?" A bouncy and carefree brunette spoke to him.
She was quite attractive, it's a shame he didn't time for it.
"Yes, I would. Thank you."
She couldn't stop looking at him and he could tell she thought he was handsome.
"You have gorgeous eyes, love." She said with a deep blush.
"I appreciate the gesture, but you could do me a favor actually?" He grinned slightly.
She leaned in attentively as she poured him another cup of the roasted drink.
"Could you leave your tray here? I'm gonna need it for a second."
Appropriately, she looked bewildered.
"Ok sir, here ya go." She sat the tray down slowly.
"Thank you, here's a tip for the amazing coffee." He slid her a hundred-dollar bill.
Her facial expression was one of shock as she reluctantly took the money. As soon as she left, a dagger came flying in his direction. He caught it with deft hands, and the assailant charged with pinpoint accuracy. Too bad Leo was quicker. He blocked a knife slash with the metal tray, which broke on impact.
Leo lead them out of the front door and into an alleyway where there was a knife to hand fight. The assassin just couldn't seem to get a hit on Leo. With every well timed dodge, Leonardo took a step back and placed a strike onto his arm, paralyzing each part systematically.
The killer took one last swing; his own blade was turned against him his throat was mercilessly slit.
Leonardo dropped the corpse and checked to see what he had one him.
What concerned him was a picture of him.
What was worse was the tattoo on the back of his neck.
A red symbol…almost like a foot.
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A/N: Each brother will eventually meet one another, just gotta give it time, y'know. I developed Mikey with a break-dancing fighting style he doesn't really have a form like Eddy Gordo from Tekken meets actual ninjutstu. Raph will get his big time and so will Leo. I wonder what I'm gonna do with Donnie though? Any suggestions? Tell me in the reviews? See ya!