Hey guys I am in a great mood today not only will I be bringing you a new story but I have news. Finally got my first dose of the Covid Vaccine and I am beyond happy and I am looking forward to getting the second dose, but enough about that my new story is a TMNT story.
I am doing something that I haven't come across which in my opinion I am surprised no one thought to do a story for this. I am doing a IDW TMNT oc story. That's right I am bringing you the great IDW run of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
I can't praise this series enough, for those that read the IDW comics you know what I am talking about but for those that haven't please don't think of my story as a replacement you must read it for yourself to see how good this series is its awesome, I have the hardcover books that contain not only the main story but also the micro series. So I hope you enjoy the story and please I am begging you read the comics they are great.
I don't own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, I only own my oc.
Chapter 1 Birth of a Ninja
New York City, the city that never sleeps, a place filled with opportunity and hope. Only for some not for all. In a borough of New York where crime ran rampant, we find a young African American no older then eighteen walking down the garbage strewn street of the city carrying a box to a bar with the name Skara Brae. A modest bar with a rundown look to it. This young man is Jack Bass a resident of Brooklyn for eighteen years of his life running the streets and getting into trouble with his friends Casey Jones and Angel Bridge. Jack's parents have been a decent couple they didn't have much but they had each other, but all that came crashing down when they were caught in between a turf war between the Purple Dragons and another gang, the crime caused Jack to go down a spiral of chaos and conflict. Constantly fighting gangs and evading death by the skin of his teeth, he has the scars to prove it. But it all came to a head after Angel took control of the Purple Dragons, Jack didn't care for Angel's decision and it strained there relationship but they overcame it but he told Angel he would never join the gang. The young man walked into the bar and was greeted with two old guys sitting at the bar drinking. One was an older man with a blue cap, an old green coat and white shirt with I love New York on it with blue jeans this is Kid Kennedy a retired boxer that suffered brain damage over the course of his career.
The other was another older man with a white button up shirt with a blue undershirt and grey pants he also wore square rimmed glasses. This is Fight'n Ferguson another retired boxer who like Kid Kennedy is a regular of this bar. As he walked through the entrance the patrons of the bar finally noticed him.
"Hey Jackie how have you been, you been practicing haven't you?" Fight'n Ferguson asked Jackie as he noticed them walking into the main room of the bar. Jack came to the patrons at the bar but before responding to them he set the box on the bar.
"I'm just doing a odd job for Brooklyn, a shipment of supplies for the bar just came and I decided to help out and I have been practicing where I could got to keep myself in shape since the city is getting more and more dangerous." Jack replied answering Ferguson's question. Ferguson was training Jack in boxing after Jack saved Ferguson and Kennedy from getting stomped by some thugs. Ferguson said Jack had talent and wanted to bring it out of him, well you will develop a talent for fighting if you had to survive n the street most of your life.
"Good kid keep it up, you never know could be noticed and scooped up on account of your talent." Ferguson said to Jack.
"Hi Jackie how are you?" Kennedy asked the newcomer, Kid Kennedy despite being a grown man seemed to regress into the mentality of a child on account of the many lumps he took during his career. But don't let the personality fool you he can still beat the crap out of you easily.
"I'm good Kennedy just doing the occasional job and practicing my moves." Jack said as he took the bottles out of the box and began putting them behind the bar. As Jack was putting in the new inventory a door in the back opened up and in walked a African American who looked to be in his early to late 30s, with black hair and a hard look about him which could only come from someone who fought on the harsh streets of New York. This is Brooklyn S. Bridge.
"Hey boss just got done putting the new inventory away, I'm about to head out." Jack said to the owner of the bar, Brooklyn nodded and came behind the bar. He then reached under the bar and gave Jack his fee of six hundred dollars, not much but it adds up.
"Here you go Jack, shame you can't stay Angel would have really liked to see you." Brooklyn said as he passed the money to the young man. Jack grimaced slightly at that, Jack and Angel are close and Brooklyn knows that but he doesn't like the fact that his occasional worker is that close to his daughter. Good thing he doesn't know about the times Angel would slip out and come over to his place instead of being with the Purple Dragons like she normally is.
"Yeah, that's a shame isn't it. Be sure to tell her I stopped by would you?" Jacked said as he left out the door of Skara Brae. As he walked out into the dimly lit streets of New York, he wondered not for the first time why does he continue to do this. His fights lost meaning and he constantly wandered from odd job to odd job, living life by the skin of his teeth while living in a dingy apartment.
While wondering about the course his life is taking, he heard a commotion down one of the alleys and he saw a old bald man fighting three other assailants they all had swords and were moving at incredible speeds. The old man brought down one with a slash to his chest killing him instantly his blood pooling onto the garbage filled alley. He then pivoted on his left foot and deflected a slash that would have caught him in the back, but the other attacker did a flying kick that caused the old man to stumble into a garbage can and falling to the floor.
Jack with no thought whatsoever ran down the alley and scooped up a bottle from the ground and chucked it at one of the assailants and nailed him in the head causing the one to stumble while clutching his bleeding head.
"Back off you freaks, pick on someone your own size and age." Jack said as he got in his boxing stance that was taught to him by Ferguson, the remaining sword wielding enemy turned away from the old man and charged at the new enemy. Jack dodged a slash by the skin if his teeth and continued to dodge waiting for an opening in his opponent's defense and he found it. As the swordsman pulled his sword back, Jack struck hard and fast nailing the swordsman with a right cross to the chin dropping him like a sack of bricks.
"Yeah you may be fast with a blade but my hands are faster." Jack said over his downed opponent. Jack then felt a pain going from his left shoulder blade to right hip and he dropped to the ground breathing heavily. He looked behind him and saw the one guy he threw the bottle at recovered remarkably quick and managed to get a quick slash on Jacks back. Jack closed his eyes waiting for the killing stroke but it never came, Jack cracked his eye open to see his would be killer frozen in place finally his sword dropped from his limp fingers clattering on the ground with another sword protruding from his chest.
The old man seeing his rescuer about to be killed quickly reacted and killed the man. He then raised his foot and pushed the corpse from his sword and the body fell to the ground face first. The old man looked to the young man that saved him and held out his hand to him. Jack looked to the old man and hesitated for only a moment before taking his hand and despite his age he pulled Jack up like he weighed nothing.
"Thank you for the assistance young man, these children were quite troublesome." The old man said as he walked away from Jack and stabbed his sword into the knocked out assailant killing him, Jack flinched at the calm methodical way the old man killed the downed man. The old man then bent down and picked up a stick from the ground, Jack realized what he thought was a stick was actually a sheath and it made the now sheathed sword look like a cane.
"No problem man, I would normally say you shouldn't be out here walking the streets at night but you can obviously take care of yourself. But was it necessary to kill the man, I mean he was already down." Jack said to the old man who only chuckled.
"Well I am not as young as I once was, normally these children would not have lasted this long. If you didn't show up when you did I most likely would have been dead and these three and there group have killed there fair share of people and would have been free to kill more." The old man said.
"There group, there's a whole gang of these freaks?" Jack asked, the old man only nodded and turned one of the bodies over. On the shirt of the dead man was a stylized red foot. Jack had seen many gang symbols but never this.
"They are members of the Foot Ninja Clan and they have been causing me no end of trouble for quite some time." The old man said.
"Foot Clan, not a very original name and kind of sounds stupid." Jack said with a laugh but he was knocked on the head by the old man.
"Hey man, what the hell!" Jack said as the old man walked past Jack.
"Be respectful, young man the foot clan has been around for years. But for most of the years they were on the decline and now it looks like they are under new leadership." The old man said to Jack.
"But what do you have to do with any of this, why did they attack you?" Jack asked as he stared at the old man.
"Oh I use to be a ninja myself but I will tell you the story another time." The old man said to Jack. The old man then turned to jack with an expectant look on his face.
"Now you young man show promise. I am not getting any younger and I need to pass on my teachings to someone who will use them wisely. Your combat skills are good but they can be better, will you step into the dark and be trained in the way of the ninja?" the old man asked Jack, Jack thought for a moment, these Foot clan guys sound like a real problem but why should I get involved they have nothing to do with me. Jack was about to turn down his offer but before he can respond the old man beat him to it.
"Before you turn down my offer think about how well you will be able to protect those you love with the skills I offer." The old man said to Jack, Jack thought of Angel, Casey, Ferguson, Kennedy and Brooklyn, then with a look of determination he looked to the old man.
"Ok old man, I'll take you up on your offer but first what will I call you. My name is Jack Bass." Jack said as held out his hand, the old man with a firm grip shook Jacks hand and responded.
"My name is unimportant now, to you its sensei when your not calling me that its Jonin and we have a lot to accomplish my student." Jonin said to his new student with a look that promised hardship and pain.
Ok guys that's all I have so far and next chapter my character will meet the turtles. Now this takes place 3 months before the turtles and splinter mutate so Jack will have some training under him but not a lot and he won't be automatically a master, he will be a Genin first and as the story progresses he will go through the standard Ninja ranks. Ok guys stay safe and healthy and have a nice day.