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Miwa The Fifth Turtle Season Two – Episode Seven: Turtles in Time Part One Arrival
By
Celgress
The Turtles' Secret Lair November 1st 2014, morning
Casey Jones slept fitfully. In his dreams nay nightmares, he was chased down without end by Hun and scores of purple dragon ninja. Each instance ended the same way, he was cornered by his enemies and beaten severely. After one particularly traumatic nightmare, he awoke with a start.
Casey bolted up in bed and let out a shockingly shrill scream for a young man his age. The sheet which had covered most of his body fell off, dislodged by his motion. He gulped down mouths full of oxygen. Sweat poured from Casey's bare torso. Someone had removed his New York Islanders team jersey. His eyes darted around the strange room he found himself in. It was decorated with paintings, wall hangings along with statutes of oriental design.
Where was he? How had he come here? The last thing he remembered was getting pummelled by Hun then nothing but darkness.
"Good, I see you are awake." Splinter said. He was dressed in his typical garb of deep purple dressing gown with gold trim.
"Eek," Casey yelped. He jumped off the cot dressed only in his white boxers with red hearts. From the side opposite Splinter, he whined. "Rat monster, please don't eat me! Trust me, I taste awful!"
Splinter shook his furry head. He chuckled mirthlessly. "Rest assured boy you need not fear me."
"Yeah right," Casey said. "How can I be sure? Maybe you're lulling me into a false sense of security. Then when I lease suspect it, you'll pounce."
"Hey, bozo hush. If we intended to make chow of you well you'd be chow already." Raphael said as he, his siblings and April entered the spacious chamber through the only doorway.
"A giant rat, now giant turtles. What's next to appear around here the tooth fairy?" Casey said. Once he noticed April he added. "Mabye that's you huh cutie?"
"Trust me I'm no fairy," April said more than a little annoyed by both Casey's words as well as the suggestive grin he flashed her.
"Whatever, I'd sure like to get to know you better either way," Casey said.
"In your dreams." April scoffed.
"Remind me why we saved this guy again?" Donatello said. He took up a position as close to April as he could get without physically touching her.
"I didn't want to, remember?" Miwa muttered. "But no one would listen. Turns out I had a point after all."
"He's here now, live with it." Leonardo snapped.
"Not like I or any of us have a choice," Miwa said. She shot Leonardo a seething look.
"If you are accusing me of bad leadership say it Miwa," Leonardo said facing down his sister.
"Alright, have it your way," Miwa said not backing down. "Leo you are a bad leader. I do not approve of your most recent choice. Your actions have placed us in unnecessary danger. We should never have brought another human here."
"I did what I felt was right at the time," Leonardo said. "Miwa I couldn't leave him there knowing he could die or become more seriously injured."
"Bull crap Leo." Miwa countered. "You made the wrong call. Why won't you admit that much?"
"You're wrong Miwa," Leonardo said. "I stand by my decision, it was right and most importantly moral."
"It was wrong," Miwa insisted.
"I suppose you could have done better?" Leonardo challenged.
"I know I could have done better." Miwa contended.
"As if, don't make me laugh," Leonardo said.
"Ha ha ha ha," Miwa mocked getting in Leonardo's face. The two stood nose to nose.
"Enough," Splinter said slamming down his walking stick. A loud bang echoed around the vast chamber. "Miwa don not disrespect your brother's leadership. Leonardo, I am greatly concerned you brought this boy here. What is done, is done however."
"Sorry father," Miwa and Leonardo said in unison. Their heads held low in shame.
"Wait, father damn what a weird family," Casey said glancing around at the mutants and lone human girl. He laughed. "You seven should be featured on National Geographic Channel, or better yet in Ripley's Believe it or Not."
"Hey, watch your mouth," Raphael said.
"Sorry, no hard feelings," Casey said with a gulp. Raphael's only reply was to glare at the offending human.
"Not funny dude," Michelangelo said.
"Maybe I'm still dreaming," Casey reasoned. "I just have to wake up." Casey closed his eyes then opened them a few seconds later then repeated. "Aw man, it didn't work. Which means you, things are real." Casey said deep disappointment evident in his voice.
"Of course we're real." Raphael spat.
"By the way, nice trunks dude," Michelangelo said pointing at Casey's colorful underpants.
"Um thanks, I think," Casey said blushing. "Ah where are my pants?"
"Mind first telling us why the Purple Dragons and their new leader that Hun person were chasing you?" Donatello said.
"Sure thing," Casey said. "When I delivered a pizza I saw them kill this scientist guy named Herman J. Mellish. He slipped me some sort of glowing gizmo before they did the deed."
"You mean this?" Donatello said fishing the device Casey had carried last night after pulling it from a pocket on his belt.
"Yup," Casey said. "Before he died, before they killed him, Mellish said it shouldn't fall into the wrong hands."
"Why exactly," Leonardo asked.
"Got me, I have no idea. All he said was it would be 'disastrous' if it did." Casey said with a pronounced shrug. "Now can I please get me clothes?"
Armaggon's Subterranean Hideout NYC early November 2014, late afternoon
Baxter Stockman was in panic mode. He had searched a week now via the Internet for former TCRI locations that might yet harbor mutagen without success. It would appear Federal Government officials had long since raided every local he uncovered. Every time Armaggon returned he would report that nothing of use remained, little own stockpiles of mutagen. Each facility had been thoroughly picked clean.
Then the terrible day arrived of deadline had arrived Baxter feared his time was up. He was soon prove correct. Armaggon was about to kill him when Baxter had an epiphany. He told his jailer one of possibility that remained. One they had not looked into as of that moment. TCRI Corp had maintained a cluster of waterfront warehouses as clandestine overflow storage sites. Perhaps they had been overlooked by the Feds. Baxter fearfully gave Armaggon the street address.
Baxter breathed a shuddering sigh of relief when Armaggon decided to temporarily suspend Baxter's death sentence, by way of his explosive collar, until Armaggon could exhauste this last lead. Armaggon then left. Baxter was once more alone with his thoughts which were dire. Baxter only hoped, and prayed, the irritable shark mutant would at long last find what he was seeking. Baxter did not want to consider what would happen if Armaggon once more returned empty handed.
A warehouse on the waterfront several hours later (one week after Casey Jones was rescued), evening
Five figures walked along the foggy pier. It was a damp, desolate scene. Other than the five figures the area appeared totally deserted.
"I'm telling you we should drop the whole teenage bit and just become the Mutant Ninja Turtles, or better yet just plain Ninja Turtles. I say better to do it now rather than wait until we are older." Raphael stated emphatically.
"I don't know." Leonardo said. "We've had that moniker for awhile now it would feel strange to change it all of a sudden."
"I know what you mean dude." Michelangelo agreed.
"What about you Donnie or you Miwa? Don't either of you have a position regarding any possible name change for our group?" Raphael asked glancing at his purple masked brother and white masked sister.
"I really have no strong feelings about the matter one way or another." Miwa said with a shrug.
"Nor do I." Donatello said.
"So I guess we'll go through life known forever as the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Which will make no sense when we are senior citizens." Raphael grumbled.
"Why has this suddenly become important to you Raph?" Leonardo asked turning to face his red masked brother.
"No reason," Raphael answered after a brief but awkward silence. "Guess I feel it is time we grew up a little bit, is that wrong or something?"
"The real reason is 'cause he wants to be more mature for Mona Lisa." Michelangelo side with a snicker. Michelangelo elbowed the nearby Raphael in his side. "I overheard Mona Lisa telling Raph that the name 'Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' is so 'juvenile'." Michelangelo burst out into a fit of laughter.
"Why you twerp! How dare you she's been through a lot of heavy stuff lately!" Raphael yelled seeing red. "How dare you repeat our private conversation. I should….."
"Keep it down you two. I think I just heard something from the direction of that warehouse over there." Miwa said interjecting herself between the two.
"Let's check it out," Leonardo said.
The Turtles, with weapons drawn, slowly approached the darkened warehouse. The five carefully entered a door that had clearly been forced open recently by use of great violence. Inside the warehouse the sound of someone, or something, rummaging around grew louder. Turning a sharp corner the Turtles found the perpetrator hunched over a torn open storage refrigeration unit, It was Armaggon!
"Doing some midnight shopping eh Tooth Face?" Said an angry Raphael.
"What are you pests doing here?" Armaggon demanded startled by their interruption. He whirled around to confront the Turtles. "Go away, mind you're our business. This does not concern you."
"Keeping major creepazods like you off the streets is our business." Michelangelo retorted.
"I don't know what you're up to whoever you are, but it ends right now. We are taking you in." Leonardo said. He moved toward the large shark mutant.
"Oh, very well if you insist." Armaggon sighed. He even extended his clasped together hands forward in a sign of contrition. "Please be gentle with me. It is my first time, being arrested. My name's Armaggon, in case any of you are curious."
"I'm happy to see you've came to your senses Armaggon, crime never pays." Leo said advancing towards Armaggon.
Leonardo put away his swords down and retrieves a heavy chain from his belt. The others also lowered their weapons. However as Leo was about to tie the chains around his foe's arms Armaggon made his move. Fast as Leonardo was the shark mutant proved that much faster. Armaggon quickly wrapped one end of the chain around Leo's hands while securing the other around end around a nearby wall pipe. Aramaggon then jumped behind Leo using the turtle as a living shield while firing his forearm mounted laser blasters, which he had already pilfered from the warehouse before our heroes arrived. The other turtles retreated quickly away from the laser fire. Both Miwa and Raphael had temporarily lost their weapons in the process. Armaggon quickly and brutally smashed Leonardo's head into the wall with one hand while pulling the end of the chain off the pipe with his other. Aragon next grabbed a cylinder shaped glass tube out of the nearby refrigeration unite. The Turtles immediately recognized the glowing green substance within the tube.
"He's got a canister of mutagen!" Donatello cried. "Everybody get back."
"Indeed I do." Armaggon said. He held the mutagen canister in one hand and the insensible Leonardo in the other. "One false step our pal here gets an extreme makeover, understand?"
"Perfectly," Miwa said. At a nod from her Donatello and Michelangelo slowly put down there weapons.
"Good girl, get back give me room." Armaggon ordered.
"Chill out dude. We'll do whatever you say. See we are backing off" Michelangelo said. The four turtles slowly backed away.
"It has been a pleasure. If any of you try to follow me. Your friend will never be the same." Aragon said. Armaggon twisted his body around. He moved slowly out of the warehouse while never taking his eyes off the four turtles.
After a few moments had passed and the four turtles were sure Armaggon had made it out of sight. They grabbed their weapons and made a mad dash for the entrance. Armaggon was waiting for them and with a mighty throw he catapulted the still semi-conscious Leonardo into the group knocking them off their feet. Armaggon dove with the canister of mutagen into the black waters below the pier vanishing from sight. But not before he spoke these words.
"Bye bye reptilian losers. Humiliating you five proved far easier than I thought. I have what I came for catch you in the funny papers."
"Man I really hate that damn fish" Raphael hissed from where he lay in the heap of fellow Turtles.
"You're not alone." Miwa griped.
A NYC Subway Terminal, an hour later
April O'Neil knew she was being followed months of carefully cultivated Ninja instincts gained training with Master Splinter told her that. The person, or thing, that followed her had been doing since she entered the lonely terminal awhile ago. The reason April suspected it might be a something rather than a someone (say for example Casey Jones who had become a temporary nightly fixture at the Lair because word on the street had it he was stilled wanted by the Purple Dragon gang) was because the few direct glimpses she had caught of her pursuer were of its inhuman form gliding silently between the shadows.
"Alright," April called out. "Whoever you are fun time is over. I demand you show yourself at once!" She finished assuming a defensive stance. She retrieved her razor fans from her purse just in case.
"If you insist my dear." Came a sinister voice from the shadows directly in front of her.
April gasped in shock as a pair of huge glowing red eyes peered out at her from the darkness. The eyes moved toward her accompanied by a low menacing growl. April slowly moved away from the red eyes. Within a moment the hulking form of Armaggon emerged from the gloom. With a surprisingly quick viscous swat from his right forearm Armaggon disarmed April. Her fans flew off to land noisily somewhere out of sight. April soon found the calmly iron grip of Armaggon fastened tightly around her slender neck. Armaggon lifted her into the air with ease in spite of her punches and kicks, many of which found their target his huge head. Armaggon's cruel grip tightened further around the teenage girl's throat. April was soon seeing stars. A sea of blackness threatened to overwhelm her vision.
"Should I simply kill you or should I do something more creative, more artistic instead? What say you?" Armaggon mused never relaxing his relentless gripe. With his free hand Armaggon menacingly raised the canister of mutagen up into April's line of sight.
"Would you like to join me child? How about it, want to become a mutant freak my dear?" Armaggon said with a toothy grin. April began struggling more vigorously once she realized what it was that Armaggon had in his grasp and what would be done with it.
"I wonder what type of mutant this substance will make of you? Ah I guess there is only one way to find out. Here we..." Armaggon never got the chance to finish his speech.
Before either he or April knew what had hit them Armaggon was knocked off his feet. His bulky form made a loud impact with a nearby wall. April meanwhile gasped for air hardly able to catch her breath.
"You will not harm her monster!" Future Casey Jones said with conviction staring from behind his hockey type mask at Armaggon.
"Frank, I hate when others meddle in my business." Armaggon snarled shaking the cobwebs out of his head. He picked himself up off the ceramic tile lined floor.
"Live with it Army." Future Casey Jones said.
"Ah you've heard of me. I'm touched. A pity I can't say the same." Armaggon said.
"Don't worry you will soon ugly." Future Casey Jones said standing between Armaggon and April.
"What an odd thing to say," Armaggon said. "Sorry I can't stay to continue this stimulating intellectual exchange, but I have places to go and other people to terrorize." Armaggon picked up the surprisingly undamaged canister of mutagen. He flashed a toothy grin at his attacker. "Accept this parting gift. I hope it is a consolation prize worthy or your enjoyment clown."
With that Aragon sprang back several feet and fired one of his forearm mounted laser at the nearest stone wall. Future Casey threw his body on top of April to protect her from the shower of falling debris that resulted. When the shower had ended Future Casey looked up only to see that Aragon had vanished.
"Y-You pro-protected me? R-Risked your own s-safety... P-Probably s-s-saved my,,, life,,,. Why, y-you don't even,,, know,, me? W-Who,,, are,,, you?" April choked out between coughs.
"A friend," Future Casey said simply before April passed out from her ordeal.
At which point the other future heroes stepped up to stand beside Future Casey. Future April stared down at her younger self in fascination. Donatello broke the silence.
"I fear matters have suddenly become more complicated."
"They always do." Miwa said.
Central Park
With two yells of dismay Future Tarantulus and Future Alopex fell in a heap. It took the female arctic fox mutant nearly a full minute to extract herself from the many limbs of her companion. She crawled away along the ground until she located a tree trunk to lean against for support.
"My aching head." Future Alopex said. She rubbed her head with both her paws-hands. Getting to her feet Future Alopex surveyed her surroundings. Although it was dark they appeared to have landed in a forest, an Earth forest or so it appeared. "Any idea where we are?"
"We could be anywhere. We did tumble through a trans dimensional portal." Future Tarantulus replied. He got up and proceeded to check the interior of his crimson cape for the weapons he had taken under extreme duress from the Future Turtles. Finding everything in place he was satisfied.
Seeing Future Tarantulus would be of no use Future Alopex walked away from him. Soon she discovered a well-worn trail through the woods. Her keen hearing detected a noise. She hid behind a cluster of small bushes. Moments later she ambushed her target, a young female human jogger outfitted entirely in pink, when the target came within range.
"Please let me go." The jogger pleaded after she got over her initial shock at Future Alopex's inhuman appearance.
"I will if you cooperate," Future Alopex said pinning the jobber to the ground. "Where are we?"
"I don't understand your question."The jogger cried hysterically.
"Where is this place?" Future Alopex said.
"C-Central Park,"The jogger cried.
"Impossible Central Park was destroyed by the Skrulls during a battle with the Young Avengers in 2017," Future Alopex said.
"Skrulls, what is a Skrull? And it's 2014 not 2017. I have no idea what you mean." The jogger cried.
"Wait, repeat that," Future Alopex said.
"What is a Skrull?"The jogger cried.
"Not that part, the year." Future Alopex prompted.
"2014," The jogger cried.
"What is the precise date?" Future Alopex said in hint of urgency crept into her voice.
"November 6th, 2014." The jogger cried.
"Are you certain?" Future Alopex said.
"Yes, for the love of god let me go! I won't tell anyone you attacked me! I swear!" The jogger cried.
"Fascinating," Future Alopex said.
Briefly Future Alopex contemplated slaying the jogger. It would be an easy thing to do. A twist of the human's neck should do the trick. Future Alopex had zero moral moral qualms about committing such an act. Deciding to be merciful this night for a change, Future Alopex got off the jogger who scrambled to her feet then half sprinted half stumbled out of sight.
Future Alopex stood there lost in thought. Until her multi eyed accomplice found her. The implications of her discovery were truly mind-boggling.
"There you are. I was wondering where you ran off to." Future Tarantulus said appearing from out of the ether. "Find anything interesting Future Alopex?"
"Quite,"Future Alopex replied.
Main entrance to Armaggon's Subterranean Hideout twenty minutes later
Armaggon twirled the canister of mutagen on his fingers tips, like an NBA star would a basketball. "I see great things in our future my dear." An especially broad toothy grin spread across the predator's face. "Our first recruit awaits. Baxter I have returned, and I've brought an extra special surprise! One guess what it is!" Armaggon called out grasping his hard won prize tightly as he entered his hideaway.
To Be Continued