So, my first TMNT fanfic. Beware, mega Leo and Raph-scentric.
I do not own the turtles, though I'm sure everyone reading this is aware of that...
So, many of you may find this odd, but the complete prologue and first chapter is written while listening to "Holding out for a Hero", from Shrek2. I simply have a thing for that song...
If you have troubles with torture, blood and swearing, I suggest you find another fanfic. There isn't much yet, but it will come later on. Don't like it, don't read it. On the other hand, if you like it, please review. I won't continue on the story, if no one responds to it.
Thoughts are written in Italic.
Enjoy...
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Prologue:
"That's it, Leo," Raphael hissed at his brother, spinning around. The blue cladded turtle quickly grabbed his brother by the arm, forcing him to stay put. Leo gave Raph a stern look. He wasn't the leader for nothing.
"Listen," he sighed, honestly not knowing what to do with his brother, "I understand you stroll off alone on the surface late at night, and that's fine enough." Raph's eyes turned to slids, somewhat knowing what his brother was going to say. Another lecture for another night, before he would trail off again.
"But it's every night, Raph," Leo continued, hoping to reach into the mind of his younger brother, "Why can't you just tell us what's wrong?" Raph chuckled lowly to himself. He eyed the leader of the group, his eyes turning even smaller.
"You wanna know, what's buggin' me?" Raph growled angrily, sweeping Leo hand away from his arm, "That I can't live my damn life by myself." Leo blinked at that, seeing his brother turn away from him and dissapear up through a manhole.
Leo sighed. Usually, Raph had gone out in the middle of the night, without anyone seeing him, before it was too late. But this night, Leo had been awake and waiting for him, obviously to his brother's annoyance. The big question now was, whether or not he should run after Raph.
'One day,' Leo thought to himself, 'He's gonna get into trouble...' With another sigh, the leader decided on what to do, turning around to go back to the Lair. Entering the kitchen, he quickly grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil, writing a note to both his father and brothers on where he was. He placed the note on the table, turned around and headed after the hot-head...