I know it's been a few days since I updated the frist chapter, but I've been busy with school, and a few other things that take up my time. I'm sorry, but I've got this chapter and I'm working on chapter three!!! Yay! Thanks for the reviews in the frist chapter and great work on the stories to those that have updated or started new ones. Now for chapter two...
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and story it's self, so nah *rassberry*
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Last time:
"Master Shredder and Lord Dradonus will get you for this, turtle!" one of the Foot yelled.
"Ooookay... I know nothing of a 'Lord Dragonus,' but the Shred-Dude is supposed to be (AN: that was the original sentence, but it came out a different way, so I'm correcting it...) dead," Mike mutter, a little confused, as he stared after the clan,'So long, for now, Foot-Fungus...'
Presant time:
Mallory turned to Michaelangelo.
"Do they know you or something?" Mike nodded.
"Yeah. They're called the Foot clan, their master being Orouku Saki, but he's supposed to be dead. He's like a cockroach. You kill him, he still comes back for more. The frist time, Splinter dumped him off a seven (AN: forgive me if I'm wrong.) story building into a grabage truck. But, the second time... he brought the dock down on himself..." Mike trailed off in thought.
In the silence, he heard unsteady footsteps and heavy gasps of breath. He looked up ot see a figure come around the ally corner. Whatever it was, looked to be carrying something and having difficultly (AN: Look mommy! I learned a new word!! ^_^) doing so.
Duke, being the ex-theif he was, immediatly noticed the figure himself. The figure stepped partway into veiw the leaned against the wall. The only parts of him/her to be seen was his/her hand, a kneepad, and part of his/her belt which had, from what Duke could recall from one of his books, a sai hanging from it. Duke could also see a hint of red around his/her face. By this time, the rest of the team had noticed him(AN: I think u get the picture by now...^_^) also.
"...Mikey...?" the figure asked.
"Raph?" Michaelangelo causiously stepped forward,"Raph, is that you? Oh, man! Bro, what happened?!"
Mike ran to the figure's side, slipping his nunchucks back into his belt. He took whatever was in the figure's arms and layed it gently on the ground and ordered Raph to sit. The figure argued, not wanting to follow orders from another, but Mikey pulled him down to a sitting position and leaning against the wall. The hockey team was finally able to see that both the figure and his burden were turtles like Michaelangelo. The so called Raph had a red bandanna around his head and the other, not to mention unconsious, had a blue one. Both looked like they had been beaten, much like Mike had looked. Raph seemed to have gotten the worst of it and was suprizingly still on his feet (AN: or consious in this case. He's not on his feet anymore, 'member?), though just barely. Tanya approcced to get a closer inspection of their wounds. Raph noticed this and was on his feet with both sais drawn before Mike could stop him. Only Wildwing how instently and carefully he placed himself in front of Mike and the unconsious turtle.
'Must be brothers,' he thought.
"Stay back, lady," Raph growled lowly, "Don't think of harming either of them or, so help me, I'll rip you apart."
Tanya took a step back and held out her hands to show she was unarmed (which wasn't true, because of her omni-tool...). Mike stood from his investigation of the blue masked turtle and placed a hand on Raph's shoulder.
"Raphael, calm down, bro. Tanya just wants to help. Relax and let her see dude..." Raph growled and spun to face him, which gave him a slight head rush.
"You can't TRUST her, Mikey," he pointed a sai at Tanya," You can't trust ANY of them!"
Mike frowned at him then easily pulled Raph to the ground, back into his sitting position. Even weak as he was, Raph still put up a fight against the younger turtle, but finally aloud himself to be pulled back down.
"Listen, dude, if we didn't trust anybody... We trust April... and Casey, both of which you either met or saved, now shut it," Raph looked a little shocked at Michaelangelo's tone (AN: of course, who wouldn't be...)
Mike removed Raph's sais from his hands and Tanya came forward again. After a moment, Raph started to lose consiousness. As much as he tried and wanted to stay awake, he couldn't. He soon learned he was fighting a losing battle and finally gave in and let the pits of darkness claim him.
Grin had been able to feel Mike's troubled sprit the instent Raphael said his name. He noter the Wildwing and Nosedive had had that same sprit when either of them got hurt and the other was immediatly at his side. Grin quietly figured that the three were brothers and Michaelangelo was only looking out for the good of them. (AN: Werid, ain't it? Mike being the youngest and looking out for two of his older brothers.) But, he wondered what the third turtle's, who had been unconsious all the entire time, name was. His thoughts were broken as Tanya called to the team.
(AN: I may do like I did with Grin's character with the other's from time to time to help more into the fic. Anyway back to the chap...)
"Uh, guys. We're going to have to get them to the imfirmary, like, NOW!" she cried.
The Ducks rushed over as Mikey picked up the unnamed turtle. Grin easily picked up the unconsious Raph and both were carried to the Migrator. Tany provided as much Frist aid as she could with the kit on the way back to the Pond. After they parked, Mike didn't bother to wait for the ramp to lower completly to the ground before he jumped out with Leonardo, as he had told them, in his arms. He immediatly headed striaght for the infirmary with the team following. There, Tanya did all she could for the two and stated that they would have to wait for any changes. Over the next few days, no one or nothing was able to get Michaelangelo to leave his brothers' sides.
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Well, good, bad? I know it's shorter, but ah well... Review PLEASE!! Thanks!!!!!
Sailor Vegeta out... for now.^ -^
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and story it's self, so nah *rassberry*
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Last time:
"Master Shredder and Lord Dradonus will get you for this, turtle!" one of the Foot yelled.
"Ooookay... I know nothing of a 'Lord Dragonus,' but the Shred-Dude is supposed to be (AN: that was the original sentence, but it came out a different way, so I'm correcting it...) dead," Mike mutter, a little confused, as he stared after the clan,'So long, for now, Foot-Fungus...'
Presant time:
Mallory turned to Michaelangelo.
"Do they know you or something?" Mike nodded.
"Yeah. They're called the Foot clan, their master being Orouku Saki, but he's supposed to be dead. He's like a cockroach. You kill him, he still comes back for more. The frist time, Splinter dumped him off a seven (AN: forgive me if I'm wrong.) story building into a grabage truck. But, the second time... he brought the dock down on himself..." Mike trailed off in thought.
In the silence, he heard unsteady footsteps and heavy gasps of breath. He looked up ot see a figure come around the ally corner. Whatever it was, looked to be carrying something and having difficultly (AN: Look mommy! I learned a new word!! ^_^) doing so.
Duke, being the ex-theif he was, immediatly noticed the figure himself. The figure stepped partway into veiw the leaned against the wall. The only parts of him/her to be seen was his/her hand, a kneepad, and part of his/her belt which had, from what Duke could recall from one of his books, a sai hanging from it. Duke could also see a hint of red around his/her face. By this time, the rest of the team had noticed him(AN: I think u get the picture by now...^_^) also.
"...Mikey...?" the figure asked.
"Raph?" Michaelangelo causiously stepped forward,"Raph, is that you? Oh, man! Bro, what happened?!"
Mike ran to the figure's side, slipping his nunchucks back into his belt. He took whatever was in the figure's arms and layed it gently on the ground and ordered Raph to sit. The figure argued, not wanting to follow orders from another, but Mikey pulled him down to a sitting position and leaning against the wall. The hockey team was finally able to see that both the figure and his burden were turtles like Michaelangelo. The so called Raph had a red bandanna around his head and the other, not to mention unconsious, had a blue one. Both looked like they had been beaten, much like Mike had looked. Raph seemed to have gotten the worst of it and was suprizingly still on his feet (AN: or consious in this case. He's not on his feet anymore, 'member?), though just barely. Tanya approcced to get a closer inspection of their wounds. Raph noticed this and was on his feet with both sais drawn before Mike could stop him. Only Wildwing how instently and carefully he placed himself in front of Mike and the unconsious turtle.
'Must be brothers,' he thought.
"Stay back, lady," Raph growled lowly, "Don't think of harming either of them or, so help me, I'll rip you apart."
Tanya took a step back and held out her hands to show she was unarmed (which wasn't true, because of her omni-tool...). Mike stood from his investigation of the blue masked turtle and placed a hand on Raph's shoulder.
"Raphael, calm down, bro. Tanya just wants to help. Relax and let her see dude..." Raph growled and spun to face him, which gave him a slight head rush.
"You can't TRUST her, Mikey," he pointed a sai at Tanya," You can't trust ANY of them!"
Mike frowned at him then easily pulled Raph to the ground, back into his sitting position. Even weak as he was, Raph still put up a fight against the younger turtle, but finally aloud himself to be pulled back down.
"Listen, dude, if we didn't trust anybody... We trust April... and Casey, both of which you either met or saved, now shut it," Raph looked a little shocked at Michaelangelo's tone (AN: of course, who wouldn't be...)
Mike removed Raph's sais from his hands and Tanya came forward again. After a moment, Raph started to lose consiousness. As much as he tried and wanted to stay awake, he couldn't. He soon learned he was fighting a losing battle and finally gave in and let the pits of darkness claim him.
Grin had been able to feel Mike's troubled sprit the instent Raphael said his name. He noter the Wildwing and Nosedive had had that same sprit when either of them got hurt and the other was immediatly at his side. Grin quietly figured that the three were brothers and Michaelangelo was only looking out for the good of them. (AN: Werid, ain't it? Mike being the youngest and looking out for two of his older brothers.) But, he wondered what the third turtle's, who had been unconsious all the entire time, name was. His thoughts were broken as Tanya called to the team.
(AN: I may do like I did with Grin's character with the other's from time to time to help more into the fic. Anyway back to the chap...)
"Uh, guys. We're going to have to get them to the imfirmary, like, NOW!" she cried.
The Ducks rushed over as Mikey picked up the unnamed turtle. Grin easily picked up the unconsious Raph and both were carried to the Migrator. Tany provided as much Frist aid as she could with the kit on the way back to the Pond. After they parked, Mike didn't bother to wait for the ramp to lower completly to the ground before he jumped out with Leonardo, as he had told them, in his arms. He immediatly headed striaght for the infirmary with the team following. There, Tanya did all she could for the two and stated that they would have to wait for any changes. Over the next few days, no one or nothing was able to get Michaelangelo to leave his brothers' sides.
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Well, good, bad? I know it's shorter, but ah well... Review PLEASE!! Thanks!!!!!
Sailor Vegeta out... for now.^ -^