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Renegade Ninja: Raphael
Chapter 2: 'Crossing Dimensions'
Face down in the puddle, Raph gritted his teeth against the throbbing pain that is ensuing on his back. It would have been nice if that kid warned him that he would be falling into another place from the sky. That way he wouldn't have freaked out so much, and maybe, just maybe, would have avoid falling on top of a closed dumpster…
With a groan, he propped himself up on his elbows to see where he had been sent to, but upon scanning the area around him, it looked just like an ordinary alleyway in NYC. Pretty disappointing, considering how impressive the portal looked. Oh, well, Raph thought to himself as he slowly got up from the wet ground, as long as it keeps me alive just for a little while longer, I guess I'll be okay. Maybe the kid wasn't powerful enough to send me to another world after all…
That last thought stopped him, what made him think that it was the kid who did this? Maybe the boy just found something that could be of some use to Raph, so he wouldn't have known what would happen, there was no way he could have done this…
Or could he?
Shaking his head, he dusted himself off to the best of his ability. Standing up completely, he took a couple of tentative steps, when he found that none of his other body parts hurt, he started to move more quickly. He needed to find shelter for the night, a well-hidden one, for he was so tired, he couldn't have run any more even if he wanted to. Just a couple of hours sleep was all he needed…
Just as Raph was calming down from the thought, a sudden noise made his heart pound again. It was so quiet, but it sounded like someone was jumping from a rooftop; he can hear the soft grunt of the push and the soft thud of feet hitting something solid. Then he heard a voice call out:
"Hurry up! You are too slow!"
A younger Raphael scowled at his brother, he ran to catch up to him, only to have Michelangelo give a small yelp and take up running again. Raph growled softly as he propelled himself forward, only to tackle Mikey to the ground from behind.
"Hey what kind of race was that?" Mikey asked his older brother, who was sitting on top of him like he was a cushy pillow, and with all the junk food that Mike ate, he might as well be. He always had more of a belly than his other brothers, but that didn't stop him from being the quickest.
"My kind of race." Raph told him with a grin on his face.
"Huh? How is that supposed to work?" Mikey asked him, obviously confused.
Raph just smiled some more, and informed his little brother in a 'duh' tone, "The kind of race where the older brother, that's me, always beats the younger one, that's you; no matter what."
"Awww, that's just not fair!" Mikey complained, a pout developing.
"Whoever said that life was fair." Raph simply stated, at such a tender age, he was already wise to the main fact of life: pain. He had never experienced any yet, but he knew-something that their sensei already commented on.
Just then a shout was heard in the distance, it was Leonardo, and he was calling them to dinner. Raph quickly got off of Mikey, then held out his hand to help him up.
"You're a mess." Raph commented, Mike looked down at himself; the front of his shirt was all filled with grass stains and dirt. He made a face at it and pulled the shirt out to inspect it better.
"Man, Sensei is going to kill me." Mikey moaned, remembering the last time he ruined a shirt.
Raph just laughed, "Hey, it wasn't my fault."
"Not your fault, but you were the one who tackled me!" Mike started to whine, but Raph was already halfway to their home, "HEY! Hey Raph! Wait up!" Mikey called out as he ran after his brother…
Raph can feel tears starting to slip down his face; life isn't fair all right…
The darkness the enveloped the city provided the perfect camouflage for two young mutant turtles, who were racing each other home. They jumped and flipped their way throughout, each trying to find the best way to get ahead. So far, the one in orange was winning; he was jumping across rooftops with the grace of a trained ballet dancer. To a stranger, one may think he was floating instead.
He stopped at the last rooftop, looking back at his brother, who was catching up to him. The red banded turtle came to a halt beside him, then bent over and tried to catch his breath.
"Man, you gotta quit smoking, dude, or else you're going to kill yourself." The orange-banded turtle informed his brother cheerfully.
"It's none of your business to know what I do or don't do, Mikey." The red-banded one managed to huff out.
The turtle called Mikey just shook his head, "But it's my job to get into your business, that's what a brother is for, right?"
The other just settled for muttering a few choice words under his breath, before straightening up and stretching his arms.
"Ready to go, slowpoke?" Mikey jokingly teased his brother. The red banded one just glared at him, which was reciprocated with a giant, goofy grin. The red one just grunted, then said, "Yeah, goofball, let's go."
Mikey responded with a whoop, and was about to take a running leap when the red one just pulled him back by the bandanna tails. Mikey rubbed the back of head with annoyance, "Raph, what's your--"
But he was immediately shushed; Raph had a feeling that they were being followed. Going completely on his hunches, he peered around the doorway the led to the rooftop, someone was trying very hard to hide there, too bad Raph had to expose the dumbass…
In three steps that were too fast for anyone to see, he pulled the person from the corner, slammed the person against the wall, and proceeded to pin him there by the neck. It was a human, obviously, and he was struggling to breathe. The hold on him was loose enough, but it wasn't enough to give him an ample amount of air. Being stared at through brown and green eyes, it appeared that the guy was completely unnerved by the sight of Raph. Locking stares with each other, an eternity seemed to pass, until finally, Mikey saw something on the guy's jacket sleeve that looked all too familiar.
"Hey bro, take a look at that," he nudged his brother, all the while pointing at the human's jacket. Raph's beak turned into a sneer, "Foot ninjas," he breathed, his tone turned dangerously low.
The human just looked confused, "What's a foot ninja?" he managed to choke out. But he was beginning to regret speaking when he felt the grip on his throat tighten and his body pushed farther up against the wall.
"Like you don't know," Raph growled out, "Unless you are trying to tell me that you like wearing the foot symbol on your jacket just for kicks."
"But-But-I'm a police officer!" the man managed to burst out, struggling with the turtles thick fingers, "I'm NYPD!"
That made the two turtles stop and think, "Who are you?" Mikey finally managed to ask the man.
"My-My name's…Raphael!" he managed to tell them, when he did he felt the fingers go slack and he was finally free from his imposing grip. But the fight for air finally wore him out into unconsciousness. He fell face forward to the ground, unaware that he was being picked up by one of the giant turtles, and was heading straight to their home…