An usually thick fog rolled into the monstrous city of Manhattan. A drunken bum could be seen stumbling about an unnamed alley, looking for a place to sleep.
The light breeze in the air picked up suddenly as a small blue sphere appeared near the back of the alley. The drunken man, not quite believing what he saw, slowly rubbed his bloodshot eyes. He continued to watch as the sphere had grown nearly two meters tall. Then, it's growing ceased.
The curious man took a few cautious steps towards the shimmering blue sphere; the grip on his empty liquor bottle tightening as curiosity left him and fear began to set in. His advancement on the sphere was momentarily stopped as a slimy pink tentacle started coming out from the portal. The glass bottle shattered into a million pieces as the bum let it slip from his filthy digits and fall to the ground.
He turned to flee and let a genuine scream escape from his throat. But it was too late for the homeless man. A bright red light flashed from the portal and all that was left of him was a small pile of dust. The evil laughter of two voices soon filled the night air as two figures exited the portal, it closing immediately thereafter.
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A pair of onyx eyes remained fixed on the old television before them, slightly concentrating on the image flickering on the screen. The blue bandana-wearing turtle known as Leonardo was watching his friend April O'Neil on the Channel 6 news as he usually did. After awhile, he turned the television set off and rose from the torn and dirty chair he had been sitting in, slowly stretching his arms out in front of him. As he turned to head for his room, a flash of red behind him caught his eye.
He turned back around to see Raphael with one foot out the door. "Where are you going?" Leo asked in a curious tone of voice.
Raph, who was currently attired in a tan trench coat and a fedora of the same color, looked over to his brother. "Goin' to a movie. You got a problem with that?" He answered somewhat angrily.
Leo shook his head slowly. "No. I was just wondering, geez."
Not caring what else his brother might have to say at the moment, Raph exited the den and made his way through the maze-like sewer paths. He soon found himself above ground and headed to the place where he was to meet Casey Jones. As he walked along the lighted sidewalk, a conversation between a few teenagers behind him caught his attention.
"So are you going tonight?" The first one asked his companions.
"Of course! I heard that there was a ton of prize money," the second replied.
"Well I heard that after you beat everyone in the tournament you have to fight one of the elite members. Then you get the dough," the third teenager stated.
"Whatever. I'm gonna get that money no matter who I hafta fight," vowed the second.
Raph listened in as the three continued their conversation about the alleged tournament. The teenagers quickly broke from the sidewalk and headed towards an area filled with abandoned warehouses. Finding this more interesting then a movie with Casey, Raph followed the kids until they stopped in front of a rather large warehouse. After being let in by one of the guards, they quickly entered, leaving Raph outside by himself.
"Hmm...How to get in," he muttered.
He approached the building slowly, making sure not to be seen by the lone guard. He worked his way to the backside and noticed a pile of crates creating a makeshift staircase towards the roof. Using it to his advantage, he climbed the mountain of crates and reached the roof. He walked towards the skylight and peered in, intent on finding out what those kids were talking about.
Suddenly, he felt the barrel of a gun being pressed against his neck and a soft clicking as the holder tightened its grip on the trigger...
The light breeze in the air picked up suddenly as a small blue sphere appeared near the back of the alley. The drunken man, not quite believing what he saw, slowly rubbed his bloodshot eyes. He continued to watch as the sphere had grown nearly two meters tall. Then, it's growing ceased.
The curious man took a few cautious steps towards the shimmering blue sphere; the grip on his empty liquor bottle tightening as curiosity left him and fear began to set in. His advancement on the sphere was momentarily stopped as a slimy pink tentacle started coming out from the portal. The glass bottle shattered into a million pieces as the bum let it slip from his filthy digits and fall to the ground.
He turned to flee and let a genuine scream escape from his throat. But it was too late for the homeless man. A bright red light flashed from the portal and all that was left of him was a small pile of dust. The evil laughter of two voices soon filled the night air as two figures exited the portal, it closing immediately thereafter.
-¤-¤-
A pair of onyx eyes remained fixed on the old television before them, slightly concentrating on the image flickering on the screen. The blue bandana-wearing turtle known as Leonardo was watching his friend April O'Neil on the Channel 6 news as he usually did. After awhile, he turned the television set off and rose from the torn and dirty chair he had been sitting in, slowly stretching his arms out in front of him. As he turned to head for his room, a flash of red behind him caught his eye.
He turned back around to see Raphael with one foot out the door. "Where are you going?" Leo asked in a curious tone of voice.
Raph, who was currently attired in a tan trench coat and a fedora of the same color, looked over to his brother. "Goin' to a movie. You got a problem with that?" He answered somewhat angrily.
Leo shook his head slowly. "No. I was just wondering, geez."
Not caring what else his brother might have to say at the moment, Raph exited the den and made his way through the maze-like sewer paths. He soon found himself above ground and headed to the place where he was to meet Casey Jones. As he walked along the lighted sidewalk, a conversation between a few teenagers behind him caught his attention.
"So are you going tonight?" The first one asked his companions.
"Of course! I heard that there was a ton of prize money," the second replied.
"Well I heard that after you beat everyone in the tournament you have to fight one of the elite members. Then you get the dough," the third teenager stated.
"Whatever. I'm gonna get that money no matter who I hafta fight," vowed the second.
Raph listened in as the three continued their conversation about the alleged tournament. The teenagers quickly broke from the sidewalk and headed towards an area filled with abandoned warehouses. Finding this more interesting then a movie with Casey, Raph followed the kids until they stopped in front of a rather large warehouse. After being let in by one of the guards, they quickly entered, leaving Raph outside by himself.
"Hmm...How to get in," he muttered.
He approached the building slowly, making sure not to be seen by the lone guard. He worked his way to the backside and noticed a pile of crates creating a makeshift staircase towards the roof. Using it to his advantage, he climbed the mountain of crates and reached the roof. He walked towards the skylight and peered in, intent on finding out what those kids were talking about.
Suddenly, he felt the barrel of a gun being pressed against his neck and a soft clicking as the holder tightened its grip on the trigger...