Brotherhood
Chapter 24
Bar Fight
WHAT'S POPPIN!? It's a lil bit which is why this chapter extra long. Y'all been waiting so here i am to deliver fam.
Let's get it.
As of late I'm seeing snakes all tryna get put on
So before they get too close I'm setting fire to the lawn
Boy, who nicer than the Gawd? Lightning striking on my arm
Holding on the hammer mackin' with my likeness gettin' drawn
I've moved up a lot of levels, turned to a hostile fellow
For the green I'll pull up with the stick like Donatello
Irony in that, so I'm raising hell for the stacks
Pulled up as a turtle just to put a shell on your back- VI Seconds VS Passionate MC, Bar Fight
The four young men woke up in an interrogation room chained down to metal chairs.
The bright room was blinding as disorienting.
Raph was the first to wake up. His body was sore from the shock. He shook around when he realized he couldn't move.
"Yo, the fuck is this, b?!" The street tough yelled. He kept moving only for his efforts to be futile.
"We're not going anywhere soon, Raph. These restraints are made from some special carbon." A proper and intelligent voice spoke up. There's only one person who he knew that sounded like a nerd.
Donnie.
"Don, how we gettin' outta this shit? You the smart one." Raphael looked to Don as an irritated expression appeared on his face.
"I may have a plan. You'll have to trust me though."
"You get us outta here, I'll trust you with my life b."
Their conversation was cut short to the sound of sniffling.
Raph looked over to Mike to see if the little guy was ok. Fear encompassed his features.
"Mike, you good?"
The mute boy shook his head. It's clear the boy was scared as hot tears ran down his face.
"Michelangelo, it's going to be ok. We'll get out of this."
Mike was having a vision. That which included his turtle self and the others captured by a man in black and chrome armor.
"Your brothers shall fight to the death with my shadows barehanded. If one of you loses, the other three will die. I will make you pick."
"FUCK YOU SHREDHEAD!" The red banded turtle cursed in his chains.
"Why are you doing this, dude?!" Mikey found himself screaming.
"This? This is all for justice and honor. Your four creatures have stained mine, therefore I shall stain these walls with your blood."
"MIKE!"
He turned his head to see Raph gazing into his eyes with fear and worry. Acid green clashed against ocean blue.
"Einstein's got a plan. We gonna get outta here and beat the brakes off the fuck niggas who did this. You hear me?"
Mike stood frozen as he stared at his angry face. The street tough was very passionate about protecting him, he could tell he really cared. He was ignoring the sound of metal cuffs shuffling around.
"You hear me?!" Raph's brow creased as he yelled at the little one.
"It's clear you're scaring the small one, Raphael." Leo finally spoke up even though he had woken up quite some time ago.
"Yo who the fuck asked you, b? Don't even start, son." Raph growled at Leo, baring his teeth.
"Raph, calm down. Leonardo, stop it." Donnie berated the both of them. The genius was the first to loosen his cuffs.
"It seems the cuffs have some structural weakness in middle chain link. Now loosen and then pull. Act natural because I can hear someone coming."
The cop that came in didn't seem like a cop at all. There was something off about him and Leo could sense it all over.
"You guys burned down that bar, and therefore you are charged with arson." The Asian cop had a bad air about him.
"You really think you're fooling me by pretending to be police. You have Foot tattoos on the back of your neck." Leonardo analyzed the two.
"You can lie all you want, kid. It won't matter, we're gonna torture until you tell us what we want."
With a slight nod from Don to the other three, they broke from their chains.
Raph tackled the Asian cop and scooped him towards the ground. Four or five vicious hooks were thrown into his face. The four grabbed their belongings from holding.
"Fuck you!"
Someone must have heard them and shut on the alarm.
The four moved through the shadows like clockwork.
Sneaking through the corridors and knocking out every cop out that they found. Sure, there were definitely good cops within the bad, but based in their situation, they couldn't take any chances.
"I hope you know we are most likely fugitives, right?" Donatello spoke quietly.
"Fuck the police, b. Ain't nothing I ain't dealt with before." Raphael looked to all the cops they gave concussions to and let out a small chuckle.
As they escaped by roof from the police complex, they got an odd feeling that led them to the forest.
The woods of Chicago were not as eerie as one would think, but they definitely gave off a vibe.
Something led them to this giant tree. The same tree had colored paint on it.
Michelangelo walked to the tree with cautious optimism. The tree had their colors on it. When he touched it, he felt this surge of energy. That surge of energy caused his eyes to turn white once more.
"DUDE! THIS IS RADICAL!"
A voice snapped him out of his reverie.
"It seems you have made it out alive."
The four turned to see Splinter dressed in Japanese attire which consisted of a red sleeveless coat and brown ninja gi, which was coupled with a straw hat and his green cane sword.
"Old man, where the fuck you been?! We got arrested for some shit we didn't even do fam!"
"I understand your anger, Raphael. I had no choice but to disappear. Or else they would have killed us all. Besides, your skills have brought you here."
"You said you would give me answers, Splinter! Yet all I see is a façade!" Leonardo was so angry that he charged forth at Splinter only to knocked on his ass.
"If you would listen to me, you would get your answers. You are acting like Raphael now." The old sensei berated the young man.
"Some answers to all of these visions would be nice, Splinter." The genius agreed. Michelangelo was beside him nodding.
"I believe it is time I tell you all the truth, then. Come, follow me."
Leonardo got up as Raph snickered lowly. The assassin shot him an annoyed glare.
As the night sky shined and the fall leaves crunched beneath their feet, they didn't travel very far. The five reached a circle made in the ground with candles and wooden boxes with Japanese writing on them.
"I want the four of you to get into an Indian stance on the ground and clear your mind all distraction. Let your thoughts float."
As the four did accordingly, the sensei put the small wooden boxes into their laps and took colored paint and stroke their foreheads with a single line.
Their corresponding color dripped from their foreheads and into skin.
Instantly the four were tackled into a dream-like state.
"Papa!"
The turtles gathered around their father. They were young and just developing their skills.
"Father, why are those guys in black trying to hurt us? What did we do?!" Michelangelo's tears streamed down his face. He was scared as he gripped his nunchaku, Donatello was trying to calm him down.
"Aye Pops, you think we ever gonna have a normal life and stuff?"
"No Raphael, I doubt we will. This is our life now, my son." The rat put his hand on the smaller turtle's shoulder.
"Father, I just don't know if I can be the leader you want me to be." Leonardo was downtrodden as he hung his head in shame.
"Nonsense, Leonardo. You are more than enough. Your brothers and I believe in you. You must believe in yourself."
"Dad, what are we?" A tiny Donatello was found wearing glasses he found in the tunnel leading home.
"We are mutants Donatello. You four are turtles, and I am a rat."
"But people call us weird and freaks. People aren't nice, papa."
"They hate what they do not understand, my son. You and your brothers are gifted, do not let anyone else tell you otherwise."
The turtles were teenagers now at the age of sixteen.
"Yo Raph, stop hogging the controller dude." Mikey complained as he tried reaching for said controller.
"Mike, let me beat this level first bruh," Raph's hands mushed his little brother's face away from him. "You had your turn fam."
"You said that the last 3 turns, bro!" Mikey whined as he shoveled down a slice of pepperoni pizza.
"Guys, it's time for training. Father wouldn't want us to be late." Leonardo walked into the living room, wrapping his arms and legs in bandages.
"Father wouldn't want us to be late." Raph mocked his older brother.
"Donnie, get out of the lab. Time to train." Mike yelled to his geek of a brother.
Donnie begrudgingly walked out of his lab with staff in hand.
Splinter waited in the dojo, drinking green tea. His brown eyes were glaring at his four sons.
The air became cold and thick with tension.
"Pops, what's goin' on b?" Raphael cracked his knuckles with confusion and worry settling into his features.
"It's time, my sons. We must face the Foot."
The turtles are slightly older, now twenty-three.
The NYC rooftop was pouring with rain and lightning.
They were dressed in black ninja pants, a black poncho-esque garment, and black face paint. Black straw hats covered their heads. Their trademark headbands were tied around their arms.
Splinter stood in front of them, dressed similarly as his sons.
This was their final battle with the Foot.
"Tonight I dine on turtle soup!" The infamous man in silver lightweight armor and black undergarments, bellowed out into the night.
"It is no question that we may very well die, Saki! But trust that you shall become yurei with the rest of us!"
Splinter turned to his sons, silently asking them if they were ready to die.
"We're ready to leave this earth, Father. If it means vanquishing the Foot, then so be it." Leonardo nodded.
"Let's get it, b. Mike, turn on that track." Raphael had an angry grin on his face.
"May the afterlife grant us passage, Father." Donatello contemplated.
"We're gonna ride the wave of the spirit realm, bros. I love you guys." Mike's sad smile graced his face.
The tunes of Wu-Tang Clan's "Ain't Nothin' Ta Fuck Wit" blasted through the night air.
WU-TANG CLAN AIN'T NOTHIN' FUCK TA WIT!
WU-TANG CLAN AIN'T NOTHIN' FUCK TA WIT!
WU-TANG CLAN AIN'T NOTHIN' FUCK TA WIT!
WU-TANG CLAN AIN'T NOTHIN' FUCK TA WIT!
And with that, the respective warriors charged forth, as their weapons clashed each Foot solider fell lifelessly to ground one by one.
The death of Splinter was from Shredder's gauntlet blades. This was only a ploy by Splinter in order to land a devastating slash to his chest.
He looked to sons with one last breath.
"I love you all."
Splinter's death incited a rage-induced battle cry between the brothers. Their eyes shed tears as they roared.
"FATHER!"
The four made a formation and dashed forth like shadows, each hitting their nemesis like clockwork. Donnie managed to carve Shredder out of his armor. Shredder managed to make sure this was the hardest victory ever. The turtles had already suffered from fatal injuries.
Leonardo sliced off his head with quick precision. He held up their trophy in victory.
Then the brothers let their tears flow freely. The pain and suffering gone.
The turtles walked to the forest with their father in their arms.
As they buried their father and master, they huddled in a tight hug.
"We did it guys, w-we won." Leonardo congratulated them as his breath became short.
"For father, for us, for family." Donatello coughed out blood.
"TURTLE FUCKIN' POWER BITCH!" Raphael screamed victory as his chest poured blood out.
"I'm scared guys." The small brother quietly spoke up. His knees were weak and his skateboard was broken in half.
The other three looked at their little brother.
"It's alright, bro. We'll see each other again. Father too. I know it." The geek finally said as they all closed their eyes for eternal sleep.
The four young men were snatched back into the real world with tears in their eyes.
"Open the boxes." Splinter's calm and gentle voice brought them back.
The boxes contain meticulously crafted weapons that had their namesake's artistry engraved into them.
Dual ko-katana for Leonardo. The short blade for easy storage and speed, the long handle for deception and grip.
Dual sai for Raphael. The handles were crafted to resemble those of swords.
A single pair of nunchaku and sansetsukon for Michelangelo. The nunchaku for close quarters, the sansetsukon for longer range combat. They were both made from light colored wood.
They held them in their hands and everything suddenly made sense.
"So what is this, Splinter?" Don cautiously asked as his hands shook.
"Your visions you've been having are of the past. We were a family and we perished around seventeen years ago. The universe has reincarnated us to prepare us for the battle that has come again."
"So, hold up old man. We were turtles and you were a rat?" Raphael wiped his eyes with his arm.
"Precisely. It is time I teach you how to be a family again. We are ninja, warriors of not a trace. We are a force not be reckoned with."
Mikey took out his sketchpad and flipped to a page for them all to see.
It showed their turtle selves and their human selves dressed in vigilante ninja gear.
"Yes, Michelangelo. Prepare for war, my sons."
ITS TIME BRUH!
WAR IS COMIN' YO!
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