Chapter II
Disclaimer: I do not own The Gargoyles, The TMNT or any characters there in. Nor do I own anyone's opinions or takes on these characters. This is simply my view on certain characters, and any semblance to other fanfics is completely unintentional. Note: Alone is the second fic in my gargoyles/TMNT series which will soon split into a co-authored fic world (run in fear!). This happens 5/97, after 'The Logic of Dreams' but you don't have to read that for this to make sense. I hope you enjoy;) Plus, I think I've ironed out Raph's Bronx accent a bit more. My thanks to Doppleganger for pointing out that I'd somehow mixed up the Hunters' last names!! And could someone email me with the specific name of the 'black pyjamas' that ninja wear? *puppy dog eyes* Pleeeeeaaaaase?;)
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Bad night, bad night!
Raphael fought side by side with Splinter, doing his level best to guard his sensei's back and right as the rain began to form puddles around them and the thunder threatened more to come. Leonardo had been split off from the group early on in the fight, but he had managed to get his back to a wall and was holding his own, though he was having more trouble then his brother and sensei. The three mutant ninja had managed to gain the upper hand against the Foot that had attacked them.
That's when the reinforcement's showed up, thunder and lightning accenting their arrival.
"Great. JUST great..."
Leo growled and glanced in the direction of Splinter and Raphael, then breathed a mental sigh of relief when he saw that they were alright, although Raphael's right arm was sporting a deep gash that seemed to have all but immobilized it. Unfortunately, one of the Foot Ninja took advantage of Leo's momentary distraction and threw a suirken at him, striking him in the upper arm. Leonardo glared at his opponent through the curtain of rain and swung out with one of his katanna, separating his attacker's head from his shoulders in a single fluid motion.
He twisted and spun his blades, forcing the crowd around him to back up a few feet, giving him a chance to catch his breath, shake the water from his eyes and pull the suirken out from where it was embedded in his tricep. With a smirk, he ignored the red banner that was now creeping down his arm and threw the star back at his enemies, killing another one as it sank into a Foot ninja's throat. The crowd around him began to close in again, and Leo cast a final glance around.
...There.
There were the leaders.
Two foot ninja stood slightly out of the battle, calling out short orders through the curtain of rain and thunder. If he could just get to them...
Far above, a strange sound suddenly distinguished itself from the storm. If someone had combined a human's scream with a panther's roar, that mating may have come close to this unholy sound as it echoed throughout the black alley and made the bones rumble.
The fight ground to a halt as the three mutants and thirty or so humans craned their necks and stared up into the stormy sky. In the silence between claps of thunder, there was a faint sound, like a kite on the wind. Then the unholy cry came again, starting in the tenor range and fading into a deep baritone.
It was inhuman, and sparked a primal fear in those that stood, listening and looking.
"ONI!" someone screamed and a handful of the Foot ninja ran as the thunder rolled and the rain lashed, but it seemed that the danger had passed. Time marched on, and the ninja stood, still frozen as in the distance, lightning lit up the sky.
Then the attack came. Low, fast and furious, the thunder hiding any sound.
"Oh hell..." Raph muttered, watching as a brown-red demon began laying down foes. "We're toast. We are SO toast!"
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He had spotted them by mistake. Brooklyn had been a block away and a few stories above when he'd seen the flash of metal reflecting the lighting as it had flickered across the sky. Curious, he'd shifted his flight path and dropped down lower, skimming over the roof tops as the rain began in earnest.
The sound of his passage overhead had gone unnoticed on his first pass, and with good reason, given the clang of metal, the thunk of weapons meeting flesh and the sounds of the storm.
As near as he could tell, there were thirty or so humans in what he recognized as ninja... outfits... Brooklyn frowned. He KNEW those black pajamas had a specific name...
But in any case. Thirty odd ninjas against three...
He'd almost fallen out of the rain filled air in shock when he'd gotten a good look at who was being attacked. Two green being with what seemed to be shells on their back and a large rat, or dog, or the like. What WERE they? Oberon's children? Halflings? Half-breeds? Gargoyles without wings?
The last thought stuck in his mind and brought Maggie, Talon, Claw and Fang to mind. Sevarius' experiments? Trying to escape?
Well, whatever they were, they were out-numbered and in need of help! Brooklyn circled once more to get his bearings, and saw the green-shelled-one with the blue eye mask decapitate one of the humans with a sword. The red-masked shelled-one had also killed a few humans with his strange looking knives. Bodies littered the puddle filled alley, most unconscious, but a few very obviously dead.
Normally he'd switch who he was protecting at that, but it was painfully obvious that the ninja were out to kill the giant mammal and shelled-ones... 'Turtles?'
Brooklyn circled once more and spotted two humans that seemed to be in charge. A plan sprang to mind and he climbed back into the safety of the sky, leveling off when he was certain that none of the nearly blind in the dark humans would be able to see him. Taking a deep breath, he circled the alley, roaring as he went. Mentally he frowned and decided to land soon as lightning tore across the night sky. It wouldn't be safe in the air much longer, but...
'It's fun,' Brooklyn decided, 'To see humans freeze in mid-fight. They can strike some of the ODDEST poses...' the brown-red gargoyle circled around the alley for a few moments, waiting for some of the tension of his first roar to fade, then he grinned and took another deep breath, roaring again, as if her were challenging the storm itself.
He watched as a few of the humans made a break for it, then he raced higher into the air, gaining all the height he could as the rain kicked it up a notch... almost time to land.
He froze for a second at the peak of his climb and resighted the two human leaders. Going into a steep dive, his eyes began to glow, chasing away some of the shadows of the night. Leveling off a few feet above the ground, he raced towards the massed fighters, grinning as he was spotted by both humans and... whatever they were.
Too late to do them any good!
Reaching the leaders, he punched them square in the jaw, then raced back into the sky, still doing better then 60 miles an hour. Turning in the air, he checked on the now unconscious leaders, then closed his wings and raced towards another set of 'potential' leaders before the black clad ninja could fully grasp that they were being attacked from the rain filled air by a oni.
What ever a oni was.
Racing back to the alley, he began a series of hit and run attacks, rushing passed the massed humans, making sure to keep his speed up and hit from a direction most of them weren't looking in, trying to stay airborne for as long as possible, despite the growing storm.
But barely one minute into the fight, the heavens opened and the storm became a tempest. Brooklyn quickly flared his wings, killing his forward momentum a story or two above the ground. He dropped like a rock, opening his wings ever so slightly at the last moment to kill some of his forward momentum as the lightning tore across the sky and the thunder shook his bones. 'Yup... Defiantly not gliding home tonight...'
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Splinter felt his eyes widen as the strange creature landed with a thud in the middle of the fight. Lightning revealed its form in flashes. It was huge, standing nearly six and a half feet tall, seemingly made out of solid muscle. It looked almost like a Utah-raptor that had suddenly grown wings, what with how it stood on its toes, tail lashing and fangs bared. Its talons certainly weren't for show, nor were its wings. It... no, HE... the kappa-like creature had a distinct masculine quality and voice. He had the wiry, unfinished look of a teenager, despite having the muscles of a serious fighter.
The Foot ninja were not as silent in their evaluation of this new equation...
"Holy SHIT it's a gargoyle!"
"Kill the beast!"
"DIE ONI!!"
The strange creature ducked under one kick, sidestepping quickly to the side. "Again with the 'oni'. What's it mean? 'Awe-inspiring-warrior'? Hope so... since that's what I am!" the creature, gargoyle, mantled his wings and lashed his tail, roaring. All but a handful of the Foot were now focusing on destroying this strange white haired opponent as the rains increased to a tempest fury."
"C'mon, Master Splinter! Let's book!"
"No, Raphael. He is risking his life by helping us. Let us repay our debt now and finish this battle."
Raphael sighed. 'Wunderful ...' "FINE... Haaaiiiiiii-yaa!!"
Despite the turtles injuries, Splinter's age starting to catch up wit him, and the fact that Brooklyn was often not attacking when he should have in his desire not to kill his opponents, the battle was quickly won, most of the Foot lying unconscious on the ground, while the bodies of the dead were littered among them, and the last remaining knot of conscious ninja stood sandwiched in-between Raphael and Leonardo, who stood between the Foot and the back of the dead end alley, and Brooklyn and Splinter, who stood between the Foot and the mouth of the alley. The last five ninja were taking a short breather, glancing from one set of enemies to the next, nervously shifting their grips on the weapons they carried.
Brooklyn used this opportunity to get a good look at those that he was helping. The four-foot-one was definitely a rat of some sort... and an elder, considering how the two turtles treated him. The brown-red gargoyle raked a hand through his sodden hair, the rain increasing suddenly, as if to spite him. Brooklyn paused and glanced skywards, glowering at the storm clouds.
It was at that moment that one of the remaining ninja suddenly charged, shouting something in a language Brooklyn could not make heads or tails of, though he would be willing to bet it was an insult. The rest of the ninja followed the charging ninja's lead, obviously planning on powering their way through Splinter and Brooklyn to escape...
Or more like, killing Splinter and Brooklyn, then escaping.
Lightning fast, a taloned hand shot out and grabbed the leading ninja's shoulder and tore him off the ground, tossing him in the air as if he weighed nothing. As the ninja dropped earthwards, the hand lashed out and grabbed his neck in an iron grip, forcing the gasping human to face a demon's facade. The ninja dropped his nun-chucks and grabbed Brooklyn's wrist in an attempt to pry himself free as the remaining four ninja froze and backup a pace or so.
Brooklyn's eyes glowed blue-white, the thunder of his growl somehow distinct from the storms. "You know," he rumbled. "Where I come from, we treat elders with RESPECT." The gargoyle dropped the ninja, then lashed out and pinned the black-clad arms behind the Foot's back, holding them in place with one taloned hand. Eye's still glowing blue-white, he forced the ninja to his knees before splinter, watching the other ninja out of the corner of his eye, breathing a mental sigh of relief when he saw that his gamble to scare the humans back into stillness had worked. "Now apologize, PUNK."
The ninja growling out something in the same strange language again. Brooklyn looked to Splinter. "What'd he say?"
"Nothing I care to repeat," Splinter said calmly, having figured out the gargoyle's gambit and doing his best to play along. If they could scare the ninja into retreating rather then fighting...
The sound of wrist bones grinding together echoed in the alley between claps of thunder and the kneeling ninja gasped in pain.
"Apologize."
The grinding sound grew louder, followed by a moan of pain.
"NOW."
Raphael stood halfway between his brother and his mentor, using the temporary stand-off to quickly turn his elbow pad into a make-shift tourniquet, mentally cursing as he tried to move it and realized how deeply the muscles had been sliced. He watched the remaining Foot ninja, who seemed stunned into stillness. Their training didn't include how to handle pissed off demons, it seemed. He remained on edge, fairly certain that unless something ELSE unexpected happened, the Foot would conquer their fear and attack again.
A tiny corner of his mind wondered why Leo hadn't moved from the shadowed recesses of the alley yet. Was his 'Big Brother' worried about a fresh attack? More reinforcements? The rain and thunder could hide an enemies approach...
Distracted, he didn't see the Foot make his move until it was too late to even call out a warning.
"NO!!"
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Author's Notes:
Okay, I hope I haven't confused anyone TOO badly. The year is currently 1997, in the latter part of May, and it's been a very RAINY May. The Goliath Chronicles did NOT occur here. The gargoyles portion of this fic-series goes off on a parallel course after Hunter's Moon. The Quarrymen do exist, as does the P.I.T. Crew, however, most of the human populace think the gargoyles were just an elaborate hoax, someone creating robots again in the shape of monsters. The remainder of the public is torn between hating and loving the gargoyles... and just wanting them to go away. Jason Canmore has joined the CSI. He's still in a wheelchair, but he's enjoying the desk job he has (more or less) in the laboratory and is slowly proving himself to be a trustworthy. Robyn Canmore has been given parole and is job hunting and Jon is still MIA... actually, he's in charge of the Quarrymen, and is using the assumed name John Castaway. Thanks again for clearing that up for me, Doppleganger!;)
I'm using the new TMNT TV series for this crossover (primarily because it's following the comics, but I like the gadgets and tone of it a bit better then the comics... Never thought I'd say that) Since the show isn't over yet, I'm using what has occurred so far in the series and mixing it up with the comic book history, first and second movie and my own imagination. The new series seems to be taking place in 1995 (cell phones, DVDs, etc) The Purple Dragons are a bit more like the gang we see in the first NT movie. There's a silent crime wave going on as the Purple Dragons recruit teenagers and teach them the basics of breaking and entering, pick-pocketing, etc. The better fighters in the Purple Dragons are being taken in to be taught ninjitsu. Tatsu (yes, the grunting guy from the movie;) is in charge of training the foot, while Hun is in charge of their deployment. The purple dragons aren't aware of who they're working for, so even if the police break them up, there's no way of connecting the crimes to Oroko Saki, the respected business man.
No, the gargs and turtles aren't really aware of each other. In the comics and new series, most of the turtles actions are happening very quickly topside, inside buildings, or underground. And the gargs action is always happening in hard to reach places like remote building tops, woods and in the air. The odds of the gargoyles or police realizing that there is a 'Foot' clan are somewhere between very low and flat out impossible, plus, I have a feeling that the Turtles are avoiding the area where the Labyrinth is because of the high number of people.
In the year since hunter moon and Alone, Demona has gone seemingly MIA and has done nothing illegal, so though Elisa and the others are watching Nightstone Inc, there's nothing for them to find. Leo and Raph have been getting a bit more aggressive towards each other, but it has yet to reach a head. Goliath is following the route he seemed to be taking in the Goliath Chronicles and is pushing for the clan to take on more human customs and let the public know about their presence. Meanwhile, also following his GC 'path' Brooklyn seems to be resisting the changes, and openly disagreeing with Goliath about revealing their presence. Or at least, that's my take on the circumstances;)
And yes, Splinter STILL kicks ass;)
