THE NEXT MORNING
Mikey woke with a start. Surprisingly he didn't have any nightmares this time. The turtle was up in a flash, and quickly eating breakfast along with Casey and April. Yesterday was a good time to stretch out the muscles in his right leg. He could still regain more muscle strength in his right leg, but the turtle was anxious. He couldn't wait any longer, he needed to find his brothers.
The three of them ate their breakfast meal in silence, before heading to the dojo to nab all their supplies and weapons that they'd need. Mikey twirled his nun-chucks before putting them back into his holsters. He grasped a kunai and several shurikens. These would probably come in handy. Mikey clenched his fists tightly, a look of determination on his face. "Let's do this! Let's go save my brothers! BOOYAKASHA!"
The three of them left the lair, heading toward the direction of Chinatown. "Here it is!" Mikey grinned, as he was perched on a rooftop, gazing down at Murakami's restaurant. April and Casey followed behind as he jumped down, entering the building. Luckily enough, the man was there, chopping up vegetables on a wooden platter.
"Murakami-san!" The blind man turned at the sound of his name, grinning widely.
"Michelangelo?" Mikey walked up to him reaching an arm over the counter to half hug the blind man.
"It's good to see you too," April replied.
"Long time no see, man," Casey added.
"April and Casey?" the man questioned, putting down his knife that he was using to chop up a bale of parsley. "So you've come for some pizza calzones?" he turned around to place a bowl of calzones in front of them.
"Actually, we're only here to ask you something. It's important," April shared a glance with Casey.
"My brothers," Mikey leaned against the counter, fighting the urge to not shove a calzone into his mouth. "They got taken by the Purple Dragons, and we need to know if you heard anything about where they might've taken them."
"You know…" Murakami mused, leaning closer toward Mikey. The turtle blinked as Murakami held out a finger. "I do recall hearing rumors about a man named Fong, heading west from here. I thought I heard fighting two days ago, and I decided to follow the voices. They were Purple Dragon members, muttering something about how they still couldn't find the orange masked turtle."
Mikey's eyes widened at this, feeling April and Casey tense beside him. The blind man continued, clearing his throat. "So I decided to hang back and eavesdrop on them, following their footsteps from a safe distance based upon the loudness of the noises they were making. Fong said that they needed to return, to tell Hun that they had no success. I followed them as best as I could. They headed west from Main Street, down Park Lane I know that place because I recognized the feeling of the brick of the buildings. And then they headed into this alleyway and I didn't hear anything else from them."
"Thank you, Murakami-san," Mikey leaned off his counter, facing toward the door. "Let's go!" Mikey couldn't resist snatching a calzone from the plate as he stormed out the restaurant with April and Casey in tow. The turtle climbed the rooftop, following the instructions that Murakami gave, heading west on Main Street, and turning to Lane Street as April pointed ahead. The three of them were jumping across buildings, until they headed south toward an alleyway. The buildings seemed to be rundown and torn.
The orange clad turtle leapt down, making sure that coast was clear. He entered the alleyway coming toward a building with a broken door. April and Casey followed quietly as Mikey snuck in. The freckled terrapin walked down the tunnel toward the other door, before opening it. Upon stepping out the three of them found themselves in another street.
"Look!" April pointed head, toward a large and spacious building. It was rundown, but the doors were made of black metal, and the windows sealed completely. The redhead closed her eyes, allowing her powers to manifest before gasping. "They're in there! I sense them!"
"Then it's time that Hun faces my hot nun-chuck fury," Mikey's eyes narrowed, turning completely white into full ninja mode. "He'll learn that he messed with the wrong turtle." With that, Mikey rushed up toward the warehouse. He gazed around, pulling out his nun-chucks as April used her psychic powers to force the metal doors open. Once it was ajar, the turtle forced it open wider, sneaking inside as he went into full ninja stealth mode.
MEANWHILE WITH THE OTHERS
Raph hacked, sweat dotting his forehead. "Raph?" The hothead felt a hand touching his arm through the bars that separated him between his two brothers. He lifted his head, noticing Donnie giving him a worried look. "You look sick."
"Ya think?" the emerald clad turtle retorted, heaving in a deep breath. "I hate that hot chamber. It's the most horrible feeling ever. The heat is too much, and it feels like my body is failing me. My head feels like its on fire." Donnie pulled his hand back, letting out a sigh.
"Here, this is the last of my water, drink it," he scooted the bowl toward Raph's cell.
"Are you kidding?" Raph lifted his head. "That's the only water you have left, Brainiac."
"I know, but you need it more than me." Raph sighed, before taking the bowl and sipping whatever water left remained. "Ugh… I'm starving. And I'm tired of this crap that they keep feeding us," he motioned toward the empty bowls of what used to be half full of scraps of meat and rice kernels.
"We certainly aren't getting proper nutrition that our bodies need," Donnie muttered, leaning his shoulder against the cold bars of the cage. Leo remained silent, sitting in a meditative position.
"Bruh, how can you meditate while in a horrible situation like this?" Raph growled, gazing at Leo.
"I'm trying to sense Mikey's aura," Leo replied. "I've been trying to connect to his soul several times. But none of them have been successful. All I end up seeing is that dreadful night, almost as if I was seeing it through Mikey's eyes."
"So… is he… you know… dead?" Donnie dared to ask. Silence befell them, before Leo opened his eyes.
"No," Leo immediately stood up as if alarmed. "Because I suddenly sense his presence."
"What?" Donnie baffled, shocked.
"I swear if Hun did anything to him-" Raph began to growl only to shut his mouth as the sound of a door opening echoed down the hall. A guard walked forward, smirking as he held some sort of white stick-like device.
"Fong," Donnie gasped.
"So you recognize me huh?" the said man held up the mysterious device. "So it seems that my master is currently having his mealtime. And there still hasn't been any success in retrieving the last turtle. It seems like I have nothing else to do, and perhaps I could follow my master's example. By punishing you three." He jabbed the white device between the bars of Donnie's car as electricity sparked everywhere, shocking his body. The purple masked turtle howled, as Fong moved to do the same to Raph and Leo. He watched gleefully as the electricity continued to spazz them, due to the metal bars, strengthening the sparks.
When the electricity died down, the three of them were left shuddering on the cold floor of their cells, unable to move. Fong laughed bitterly, only to suddenly let out a choking noise. A chain wrapped around his throat as he forced backwards, his body dragging against the floor. He struggled against it, only to see a flash of orange with white eyes glowing in the darkness before his head was smashed against the brick wall.
"W-what… the shell?" Raph rasped, barely managing to lift his head. Donnie rolled onto his side, grunting as leftover sparks radiated off his body. Leo managed to lift himself to his knees, hands clenching around the bars. The leader fought through the stinging pain, his wounds were a little burnt, considering how the electricity reacted to the open flesh. The three of them could see glowing white eyes in the darkness, before neared closer, stepping out from the shadows.
"M-Mikey?" Leo gasped, they could recognize him anywhere.
"Hey, dudes," Mikey grinned widely, only to frown once he caught a glimpse of the terrible conditions that his brothers were in. Grunting noises could be heard behind him as purple dragon members began storming the hallway. Luckily, April and Casey were there too, fending them off and fighting against the gangsters.
"You're actually here!..." Donnie could feel tears welding up in his eyes. "And alive!"
"Not for long." Mikey froze, dread drilling up his shell. He growled, pulling out his nun-chuck and prodded out the blade. Hun stepped out from the shadow. The leader must've found a secret entrance into the dungeon. "So I see that you've come to rescue your pathetic brothers."
"You did this!?" Mikey's eyes narrowed dangerously, a snarl escaping his lips. "You tortured my brothers!"
"They deserved to be punished," Hun smirked, pulling out a blade from his side. At that statement, Mikey's eyes turned into white slits. The turtle lunged at Hun, knocking the man back.
Hun gasped, caught off guard as his blade was knocked out of his grasp. "First you nearly kill me and then my brothers!?" the leader received a blow directly in the face. He grunted, kneeing Mikey into the plastron as the turtle stumbled back.
"Mikey!" He could hear his brothers screaming as Hun slammed him against the floor, hands squeezing his throat. The turtle kicked and thrashed underneath his opponent, trying to pry off the hands on his throat. Mikey let out a scream, before using his foot to grasp one of his nun-chucks. The chuck was held between his toes as he whacked it against Hun's head. "Face my hot nun chuck fury!"
"AGH!" Hun grunted, pulling back as he released Mikey, a trail of blood leaking from the side of his head. The nun-chuck had smacked him that hard. "You fool! You will pay for that!" He grasped his blade just as Mikey moved in a flash.
The youngest was determined, a serious expression plastered on his face. He was focused and recollected, dodging Hun's move with ease. This only infuriated the leader further as he swung his blade. Unfortunately, it sliced across Mikey's cheek, creating a deep cut. "HA!" Hun hollered, only to find himself gagging in the next moment. Mikey swung his kusarigama chain, wrapping it around Hun's neck as he tightened it, practically choking the man.
April and Casey had finished off with the other Purple Dragon members as Hun fell to his knees. Mikey growled, using the blade of his kunai to stab Hun in the side, tightening the chains around his neck. "You will pay for messing with my bros!" In one fluid moment, Mikey twisted the chains as a loud snap resonated into the air. Hun's head bent forward, blood spilling out from his mouth as Mikey unraveled the chains from his throat.
Hun's body fell with a thud against the cold floor, his neck snapped and broken. April and Casey stood there, mouths agape in sheer shock. The same went for his brothers. Mikey shook off the blood from his chains, before his eyes returned back to normal. "Dudes! Are you okay?" he leaned close to their prison cells. "Don't worry! I'll free you!" he turned to catch the keys that Casey threw at him. The two teens walking to stand behind him.
Mikey turned the locks, unlocking all three of the cells. April went into Donnie's cell, gently hauling the purple masked turtle up. Casey did Raph and Mikey wrapped an arm around Leo.
"You did it… little brother…" Leo rasped, smiling weakly as he leaned against Mikey. The three of them gently guided the wounded turtles out from the warehouse, and down the alleyway toward the nearest manhole cover.
"Just hold on, dudes. We're almost there!" Mikey tightened his grip around Leo. The worried turtle gazed at all three of his brothers. "You're safe now." With that, Mikey hurried in a frenzy, with April and Casey back to the lair.