Heroes in the Half-Shell 2: TURTLE POWER!
Chapter 1 – One Year Later…
Disclaimer: I do not repeat DO NOT own TMNT and crew in any way cause they belong to Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird (Only knows as the Greatest Guys on Earth!). Other characters like a certain OC that happen in these fanfic rightfully belongs to me and only ME!
Announcement from the writer: Hey, guys! New year, new story! That's right. The sequel to Heroes in the Half-Shell is here! And forgive me for the late update because I had a trouble coming up with an intro but I did manage to write up the script before Christmas and was having a small break from my writing to spend time with the family. Not to mention that during the first few weeks of the year, there have been a few days that was so hot that I hardly did anything at all except staying cool, having a swim and working in an air-con place for only three hours! Now that weather has cooled down, it is time to write!
From the reviews/PMs that I got, I will answer them:
To ChelleNorlund
Wow. :-) This is a very good chapter, I love it. :-) I do like how April did her news report about these heroes that saved the city from Sacks' evil scheme who has been working for the Shredder. Still, the Ninja Turtles are amazing heroes. :-) I do like how the Ninja Turtles work together as a team, stay together as a family & they show the Shredder what TURTLE POWER is all about. ;-)
Keep up the good work, take your sweet time for more stories or chapters. I hope you will update soon.
Merry Christmas.
Thanks,
ChelleNorlund.
Well, thank you for the reviews and for reading the story. The next chapter is up at the moment and a lot more will follow. And Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you too!
To jk522
Yesss can't wait for the sequel and I also can't wait for Sally with leo.
No worries. And how did you know about Leo and Sall- I mean,…never mind…
And thanks for buddykilla, heartlessangel124, grapejuice101, gwencarson126, XEclipse13, , tmntforever, TerrorTwinsFan and AvisMidnight10294 for adding me or/and the story to their favourites. Love to have fans to come around all the time.
The first chapter! Bring it ON!
Once upon a time, there was a—
Wait. Sorry. Wrong intro. Let's try this again.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far awa—
Nope. Wrong again. Third times the charm.
It was a dark and stormy ni—
You know what? We're just wasting time here. Let's just cut to the chase, shall we?
(Manhattan, NY – 8:24pm)
If she doesn't hurry, she would miss the deadline. If she misses even the one second, it would all be worth for nothing. She has to hurry.
But once she has arrived with seconds or minutes to spare, she will call in the reinforcements. Something tells her that this mission does not require her to do it all alone. Any busy street like New York, you would see a certain tardy individual trying to get through crowds if they were in the hurry to get to school or to work or to your very first date.
But she is not traveling by the streets without drawing too much attention to the public. So,…how is she traveling? Is she driving? Taking the public transport? Her friend's bike or her scooter?
Actually,…she is traveling by the rooftops.
Running at top speed, she was hopping or flipping from small rooftops to another but some were tricky in a tight city like New York. No teenager or human can pull a stunt like that. Well, one year ago she couldn't. But after what she has been through and what she has been doing on the slide, it was a cakewalk. This actually beats the hectic streets of New York City and a great way to get to school on time.
For the past year, she has been busy. And it is all thanks to her new friends that she and April met in that same year. What has been keeping this girl occupied for a year now since she has met them? Well, all will be answered. Very soon. And in that year, she went through a great deal of change. Like her outfit for example.
Only five of her friends all have signature colours, hers only turns out to be pink. It represents compassion, empathy and intuitive. It also means hope. Just like her last name. And that is the colour of her anti-sweat top that she wears underneath her black short-sleeve crop jacket with pink trims. Her jacket is unique since she found it an op shop at a reasonable price. Plus, it is fashionable for any girl to wear. But having a symbol of a turtle in a pink outline is something that you don't find in usual retails. Resting on her left hip was a Hip Messenger Bag. The fabric was a study brown leather with a detail illustration of blossoms and looks like it was sow on by hand. She not only stores her phone but among other things. More on that later.
Wrapped around her forearm and palms are black sport tape that most athletic wear. Pairing with the top is a pair of black jeggings. The kind of pants that she can wear on the town or running a marathon. On her feet are a pair of black Feiyue Original. Her guardian had to order these personally since her converse were not doing a good job with all the running and jumping from high places. Her hair also went through a transformation. Rather than resting on her shoulders, she got a bob-cut style. Covering her mouth and nose is a tight black ski mask. It snugs partly around her face without falling off. It acts like her very own ninja mask. Just like her friends – The Turtles.
For about a year now, her training has transformed her from a skinny, weak adolescent to a well-built, strong young lady. A strong, young kunoichi. A female ninja. She has the strong muscles to prove it.
Just about an hour ago, she was given the "go" signal to head to the designated place that her friends instructed her to do so. She and the others have been there on a number of occasions. Ever since she and her friends have put the smack-down on Shredder, things have been…very quiet. And serene.
With the greatest menace on the face of the Earth locked behind bars, the crime wave in the Big Apple has greatly diminished; despite the number of thugs and punks rolling away in the dark alleyways. But their roles are nothing compared to Oroku Saki. Most of his men were also taken in as accomplishments. A few have escaped and went into hiding.
Including her.
Sally has not seen the pain-in-the-ass from the East since their last confrontation. Where has she escaped to? And what has she been doing? Rebuilding the Foot? Let's hope not. The city has already suffered through enough. Now, it was the time for peace. Everyone deserves it.
With an alleyway separating her and the entrance of the vents, she needs to take a mighty leap. She takes up a running start. The street was only half a metre apart. Anybody would be scared at first, but after a few practices and building your confident, it is not that scary. Plus, she has done this before.
As she comes to the edge, pushing her feet off the ledge and she soars into the air and plenty of power to fly all the way to the other side. Just only a few meters before she lands terra firma, she needs to make the landing. She curls a bit forward before her feet connects with the ground, threads her right arm under as she tucks her head and right shoulder in. Her shoulder blade hits the ground as Sally rolls forward. Pulling off one roll, the teenager tucks her knees in and plants her feet on the ground and gets into a kneeling stance with her right knee and her hand placed on the concrete roof. Sally doesn't feel any bruises on her landing. She has trained very hard to execute a move just like this one.
The kunoichi scans the area. The lights from varies of buildings; glittered the city that never sleeps, noises from the crowded streets and a grown man with a red visor and a blue jacket is holding a square-shaped box in one hand and his device in the other. He was now occupied on his phone as he is parked…near a manhole cover; waiting for a particular group of teens that need to pick up their dinner. For whatever that man has in his hand is vital for this mission. He has only just arrived at the location and it would be a matter of minutes until the customers arrive.
And the vents were located just in front of her. She has made it. With a few minutes to spare.
Picking herself off the ground, she runs to the exhausts. Kneeling down again on one knee, she grabs hold of the grate and tries to yank it off but it doesn't budge. It is close tightly. The guys must have close it up good the last time that they were here. Well, never fear, Sally knows what to do.
Her left hand digs into her small bag. Feeling a smooth object in her bag, she locks her fingers around it and pulls it out in swift motion. It looks like a long silver dagger with the handle wrapped in pink bandages and has a ring at the end. She has about five of these and they are called kunai. Since she has become a ninja, she would usual fight with a weapon beside her hands and feet. But are those her main weapon? Maybe as a sub but not what she fights with.
Digging her kunai into the slot, Sally fiddles it around and then pushes it forward; making the top part slides off. She does the same thing on the bottom until the door pops open.
The door is open. She draws her dagger back into her bag. But before she heads inside, there was something that she needs to do. Wrapped around her left wrist was a pink band with a metal slot. With her thumb, she flips up the metal tab to activate a small holo-screen. When the tiny 3D monitor appears on the screen, Sally uses her pointer to press a small red on the display. A little turtle with a purple mask shows up. This indicates that the message was sent.
She pulls down her mask; crooking a smile. "Showtime."
Grabbing hold of the metal grate, she swings it open like a door, hops through the vent and closes it up behind her. But she doesn't seal it up. Knowing that her teammates are on the other side of the city, it shouldn't take too long for them to get to the destination. She needs to keep it open for them. If they can get their shells a move on.
The steep arch of the Chrysler Building would be impossible for any being on the planet to foot on. Except for four large turtles who have the skills and abilities of a ninja master.
Scaling the surface of a high skyscraper was a piece of pizza pie for them. They had years of ninjutsu training under a great teacher. Their father.
They have been on patrol for a few hours now; watching over their fair city. For about a year now since their confrontation of the greatest adversary, these four brothers have watched over the city as the protectors that they are destined to be. Although they were created to be subjects for an evil purpose, they have the power to choose their own fate.
Their friend is not the only one who went through a massive change in clothing. For the first time in who knows how long,…they are wearing pants.
Well, Mikey was the only one who wore pants one year ago. The others were wearing skirts with short shorts underneath. With extra threads located downstairs, they feel more comfortable to walk, run around in and not worried about accidently showing their behind when they do flips in the air. For years they have been going through trash after trash to pick out their ideal clothing. But now that they have human friends, two of them were happy enough to pick out or construct some nice clothing from discount stores all over the city.
Leonardo still kept his roots as a ninja by wearing makeshift Tabi shoes that he made using a pair of large synthetic shoes with a foam sole and yellow shoestrings glue down to make the straps and some brown polyester strings to secure it as well. Other than his shoes, he has a pair of dark blue cotton socks covering his feet and white bandages are wrapped around his calves. Leo wears a pair of dark blue baggy pants and a pair of black skater knee pads with a few stripes of tape stuck on. His hips are also wrapped around in white bandages and two belts – one blue, one brown. And the blue one holds up his trouser. He still has some of his samurai traits with a steel board that is sew onto his belts and with a few straps secured around his left hamstring. Taped on the board is a small metal strip that has the words "TIMES SQUARE" in a diagonal position and a discarded police badge placed on the top left corner.
Both of his forearms are covered up. White sport tapes around his left arm and partly his hand while his right is covered up by a different kind of fabric that has a straight & swirling pattern and is it stitch together with a blue elastic band that tightly fastened. Only his right hand has a black fingerless silicone glove in which the finger holes were cut out and sow together to fix the turtle's hand. Some white tapes are wrapped around his palm and a blue and black string are tied around his wrist. His pizza-cutter tattoo is now covered up by the pattern armband, only leaving two of his tats visible in plain sight.
Sew into both of his belts are two small pouches and a large one just located on each side of his behind. It holds a small portion of sharp kunai and ninja stars. A ninja must always be prepared. Stitch into his single cross strap that holds his swords, is another pouch that stores extra ninja throwing stars.
His dual Katana are secured in their scabbard which it is now blue and has a line of silver turtle engraved into it. Strands of blue tassels hangs on the end of his weapons to add the authentic of his background. They were also loads of rubber bands wrapped around his scabbards, his belts and his single cross strap. On his shell, the blue kanji remains undisturbed.
Raphael remains barefooted as it turns out he doesn't like his feet all wrapped up. No one even bother to ask him why. But he does a red left shin-guard that is secured on by both a white and brown bandage.
Getting rid of the barbarian skirt, he now wears black light-weighted shorts with a white strip going vertical on each leg. He also wears a pair of knee pads. Since his father wore a karate black-belt, Raph now wears a white-belt around his waist.
He has a full-on cross seatbelt straps with a few pouches that stores the basic necessities for any mission. His same-old Sais now rest in brown leather holds that are fasteners in the straps. He has also packed a couple of ninja stars that are secured on the lower strap where he can reach them and two Ice Tool with red handles that remained criss-cross in his straps. Since when does a turtle need tools like these? Don't they have to live somewhere where there is snow like, oh I don't know,…Greenland?
As a fan of any kind of sports, he took the time to get a lone red boxing glove and snugs it on his right hand. So, whenever his throws the first punch, he will always use his right. Resting on his left shoulder is a hockey shoulder pad without the padding. And red tapes were wrapped around his left forearm just underneath the forearm guard.
He no longer wears the small sunglasses on his head and his shell has healed up very nicely since Tin-Teeth almost cracked it. The tapes have also been removed (especially the words "MIKEY WAS HERE") and the red writing on his shell was redone. He too doesn't have the usual toothpick in his mouth.
Located on his right upper arm, the kanji scarification has been replaced by a detail design of a samurai. Guess some traits from his last threads have really grown attach to him. And he thought Samurais looked really cool other than ninjas.
Donatello has taken more of a techie approached. On his feet are a pair of dark brown Vintage Doc Martens that have been taped down and sew down due to his large feet. He wears a pair of a long green cargo pants with a small pouch located on his right hip. A big black belt wraps around his hip with a little old Gameboy device that has egg beaters clipped on the right side.
His backpack has been upgraded. Combining his computer fan with a couple of satchels with the machine resting in between. There are a few black cords but not as much as last time now he has connected most of them through Wi-Fi and Bluetooth and they are placed on his black spenders that connect from his pants to his backpack, to make sure that they are secured. And his Beats headphone is now strapped on its side, rather than around his neck. He too has a large iPhone that is strapped around his upper left arm with the use of purple ribbon in which the cord to his headphones is connected.
He only has one knee pad on his left knee while leaving the right one free. Purple ribbon wraps around his left calf and a large brown belt binds around his right hamstring. So is his main weapon as he tinkers with his Bo-Staff so not only it's made of steel and it extends like before but he can shock his opponents by the ends. He did it based on the electric rods that the Foot used on them. Where he places his staff there is a little clip-on that he can snap his pole when it is in its short form.
Tied down around his right wrist with a leather strap was his new gauntlet with the combination of a small HD camera, a touch-senor control pad, and a SNES remote gamer controller. Wrapped around his left forearm is more purple ribbon.
He also kept some of his gear from his previous look. Donnie upgraded his hi-tech goggles with the headphone mic and his reading glasses hasn't changed at all.
As the party dude himself, Michelangelo has kinda ditch the surfer look and went more of a skater presence.
On his feet are a pair of black & orange FILA hi-tops with black threads criss-crossing and thin duct tape wrapped around the foot to hold the ripping fabric. Dirty white bandages are wrapped around his calves with some orange elastics bands and black skater kneepads. He wears a loose pair of black basketball shorts with orange trims on the side. The only thing that he kept last year was the old grey sweatsuit that is now washed thanks to his angelcakes. If it ever gets dirty again, he can always get them to wash it again. Like every week.
His hands are all wrapped up with white sports tapes while his wrists, forearms and upper arms is nearly flowing with white-and-more-orange elastics bands and a folded orange bandana is tied around his right forearm. There is also a Band-Aid on his upper left arm just where his tat is.
Mikey also got a new rocket board with an actual skateboard bolted down. And a brand new black bag to go with it in which he can actually secure his ride on. A new necklace to wear around his neck and it is a gold chain loose one with a new pair of ROC Fun Times Sunglasses with gold lenses that are clipped onto the upper front strap of his bag. Other than the large turtle tat, on the same arm he has the words "My Family, Raph, Donny, Leo" written on his forearm. Painted on his plastron is a big "M" and a little "M" in black. He secures his Nunchunks in the lower straps of his bag.
Their ninja masks have been washed clean and fixed like it was to begin with. And each of the brothers have shoulder mics that anyone on the police force would have, which it is sow or taped onto the straps located on the right. The long cable goes from the radio, over their shoulder and all the way to a small pouch just located on their shell where they can barely reach or someone from behind can reach it.
A familiar ringtone was alerted from his headphones. Lifting his left arm up, Donnie sees the small screen on his tablet. He lightly presses the home screen to show that the message has appeared.
Already at the rendezvous place. The package has been set. You guys got two minutes and counting. HURRY!
The brainca was right below his brothers who are using either the bricks or the metal bar sticking out of the building to hold on.
They are only less than two minutes away from their destination. The brothers need to get a move on if they want to get this mission started. Their friend has already arrived and she would actually get a head start and leave the guys behind. Then it would be too late.
It was time to leave.
Donnie turns off his small device and turns to the rest of his team who are barely at a higher level. "Fellas,…" he announce, pointing his thumb in the actual direction, "…it's go time."
She must be there already. All the more reason for the leader to make the countdown. It was time for what the Turtles are truly made of. "Turtle Formation in 3,…2,…1!"
With some swinging their weapons around, the four ninja brothers all slide and hop down from the near tip of the cone-like building and descends. It takes great skill to scale the building like a pro. Once they get to the viewing platform of the building, they need to take a might leap to the closest building and the rest of the trip would be a breeze. If anyone was watching them, their form brings out a very fluidly motion to it. They have very much perfected it as they have been training to fight for the greater good for a very long time. There is nothing that can break a form like this…
…that is until Mikey starts to wobble from his mid-somersaults in the air. Why? Cause he was heading straight for one of the metal eagles' head.
He lets out a yell before hitting stomach first on the statue. He was then followed by Raph who bumps onto him. Donnie was next and lands on them, which leaves Leo at the back of the pack but when he bumps into his smart brother, he slides off of him and takes fall into the streets. But the purple turtle was quick enough to grab his older brother's hand; saving him from a near-death experience. The last fall that has happen to him and his brothers nearly cost them their lives but they managed to cheat death.
Ok. What gives? Why would Mikey flunk their form and end up crashing into an antique sculpture that can actually hold up four large turtles? He better have a good answer.
The frustrated leader looks to the youngest member of the group. "What happened to Turtle Formation?"
He would say that he just accidently bumps into the statue like any honest being would do but Mikey came up with a silly answer. "Turtle Formation? I thought you said Squirrel Formation?"
Squirrel? Really? Does it look like they have a brushy tail and orange fur all over? Raph was seriously not having any of this. He couldn't believe what his brother just said. "Why would he say Squirrel Form—" Infuriating, he flicks his finger at his goofy brother's head who yelps in response. "What's Squirrel Formation?"
Maybe in Squirrel Formation, they wouldclimb trees, chase red laser lights like cats, chew on nuts and bury them. Well, when this is over, Raph would seriously take Mikey's nuts and bury them. But neither his older brother and father would approve of it.
So, they lose points for style. Big deal. Donnie was the only one who didn't bother to yell back at Mikey for that little setback. Because he was straining his left arm from holding Leo. While his two brothers bicker, he instead swings the leader back and forth; to build up momenta, ready to launch him across the street. "Guys, chill out. Let's go!"
Donnie was right. They have wasted enough time already. They are going to be late. Gaining enough speed, the techie reptile brings his brother forward, lets go of his hand and flies away as the eldest turtle does a barrel roll towards the closest chosen construction.
Pushing off of Mikey, Raph takes an early lead after Donnie pushes off his shell. Grabbing hold of his board, Mikey pops onto his board and activates the short boost to give the thrust that he needs as he spins in the air and slides down on his ride on the side of the glass building. They push off the tower and head towards another plain building in their sight. And something blue as well.
This is why the purple reptile was falling close to his big brother who is rolling along. Giving out a chuckle, Donnie spins in a full circle before landing on Raphael's stomach by the time he swirls to face him. The ends of his stick lights up while it is at its full length. Once his foot was planted on Raph, he gains his hold on the rim of the brute's plastron to make sure that he doesn't slip off while falling at a high distance. And he has a proposition for him.
"Hey, Raph," Donnie begged. "Do that thing."
The brute knows what he is talking about. And by the look of uneasiness that was printed on his face, he doesn't like it.
"Oh, no. I don't want to do it. It hurts," the red turtle whined. He certain doesn't want to do it. Whatever it is. Well, the brainac has another way to change his mind. And he was going to do it whether his brother likes it…or not.
Donnie takes a big breath in, opens his mouth and says… "Doit,doit,doit,doit,doit,doit,doit—" And he thought Mikey was the annoying one. Guess there is more than just him to deal with.
He's not gonna stop, is he? That was a stupid question to ask himself. As Donnie continues to bug him, the slightly irritated Raph looks over his shoulder. He sees a long rectangle rooftop pool that they have passed by on a few occasions. And they were getting close to it.
Donnie was still yapping his ear; begging for him to cooperate. "Won't stop until you doit,doit,doit doit,doit,doit,doit—
That is when Raph has enough. Besides, they were getting close to the swimming pool. And if not complied, the landing will be painful for the both of them. He has to do it.
"Okay, FINE!"
What does Donnie want Raph to do…exactly?
Simple. Extending his arms and legs…before he shoves them…and his head…inside his shell. Only his species can pull off a move like that. Especially in mutant form. Once Rapheal was inside, Donnie looks past him and breaks into a smile. It looks like it is going to be a perfect 10 by the looks of it if they were judged in the Olympics.
Still in a spinning mode, Mikey was flying like an eagle as he gets closer to the poolside patio. "WHOO-WHOOOOO!" he wallows. "Yeah!"Going at it like Tony Hawk as he skates right beside the pool, flipping Ollie with every lounge deck and cushions that he comes across.
Raph does a big cannon ball when he makes contact with the water. Once he is under water, he pops out of his shell, quickly floats up to the surface to break for air. It was a tight and painful space for a large turtle but at least it was only for a short time.
Luckily for the Turtles, they appear to be no-one on the same floor as they are. But when they come out here, they will have noticed the massive of water lost in the pool.
Donnie moves his footing onto Raph's feet for support as he extends his Bo-Staff at him. When the red turtle sucks in the fresh city air, he grabs hold of the end of the pole but was carefully not to grab the part where the sparks are flying. Because water mix with electric is never a good combination.
Getting close to the end of the pool and using his strength, Raph shifts the pole over him with Donnie still hanging on as the brains of the group swiftly flies out of the wet container. And Donnie returns the favour by pulling him out of the pool and flings him plus himself over the edge of the building. Ok. He has to admit. It was fun. For only a little bit.
Despite being back of the pack, Leo was hoping from window washer platform to window washer platform on the side of the building before joining his team. Taking a mighty leap off the scaffolding, he perfects a few forward flips before tucking his knees in again for a couple more barrel rolls.
They came across another building to skid their shell on. While sliding, Leo places his hand on the tower to prevent him going off course or off the structure.
"WHOOO!" Mikey screamed once more at the top of his lungs.
Judging by the streets, they are getting close. And with only one minute left on the clock. An open manhole was in their sight. Only one more jump should do it. They will make it.
"Donnie!" the leader calls out.
The purple turtle looks back. He knows what do. "Here we go!" Donnie sways his staff for the leader to grab hold of it. He then swings it forward with his brother in tow. Leo tucks himself once again as he acts like an Olympic Diver and is on the path towards the open manhole.
"You set it up, right?" the eldest asked. He goes through the hole; head first.
Donnie rolls multiple times in the air, close on Leo's tail. "Yeah, Sal said he is there, I promise," he assured. He falls into the hole, followed by Raph. And Mikey was last one to enter as he was the only one who is responsible to flip the cover back on.
A middle-aged man was just simply standing on the spot with his device in one hand and a small but flat box in the other. For the past year, he has been coming to this exact same spot as he is expecting a few teens to come and pick up their order. Which is why he is standing right beside a close man-hole cover.
Not a second too soon as the lid flips up to let four large beings; one-by-one, fly out of the manhole with Mikey being the last one to jump out as he grabs the box out of the human's grip.
"Thanks, Kevin. See you next week!" Mikey exclaimed. The delivery boy himself wasn't bother or frightened that he just delivered a box-shaped parcel to four giant reptiles that hop out of the sewers like it was the norm. Still looking at his device, he leaves without a scare. At least their friend payed for their dinner and gave the nice man a tip when she made the call.
With the parcel in their grip, the four brother jumps and fly upwards with the help of the fire escape. 30 seconds out. They fly up to the chosen rooftop to see the lone vent…and not a soul in sight. Their friend is nowhere to be seen on the same rooftop. She must have gone inside already. Which means the entrance must be…
Leading the pack, Leo was the first to touch down on the rooftop and does a forward roll to cushion the fall. Still moving, he does a forward flip as he comes a skidding halt and stops right beside the vent to face the rest of his family. He also spooks a couple of pigeons whom flew away from the large creature.
Leo didn't bother to check if the grate was locked or anything. Because he and the others know that she must have gone through this way to get inside. They've always done it every week. Digging his finger through the gap, he grabs hold of the cover and fling it open; opening up the access for his team to pile in.
Leo press his finger to his lip. "Shhhhh! Go, go, go!" he loudly whispers to them. As ninjas, they need to be discreet and silently. They are now in a public place by the looks of it. This mission is very critical that they should not make a sound. They don't want to be detect by anyone.
Raphael falls in first, followed by Donatello and then Michelangelo with their package that he has with great care. Leonardo joins in; leaving the grate open. They won't be in this place for long as it too will be their way out.
He runs along the dark tunnel before he dives into another shaft that is illuminating with light. The teens are all now running on different scaffolding and they have made it inside. There was only one more vent to go through and they are all set. That is where their friend is waiting. But they got 20 seconds left on the clock. Can they make it in time? Let's hope so.
So, what should they do between now and when they get in less than 20 seconds? Well, there is one thing that they can do that won't take up too much time. And one of them is not gonna like it one bit.
"Guys,…" Leo speaks up after leaving the dark vent, "…you know the drill. Let's get that box from Mikey!"
Donnie and Raph were all for this. But not Mikey. This has happened on many occasions. And whoever gets the box at the end, will have the opportunity to have first piece. And they hope it won't be the youngest of the family.
Wanting to get a head start, the orange turtle opens up the flap of the thin box first to reveal the condiments. The greasy dinner known as Pizza to the group was cut in triangle and was fresh from the oven. Mikey can tell as his nose has been trained for since their very first bite. And now, his brother is racing against the clock to try and take it away from. And they don't have to act just like ninjas with the skills, they are simply acting like young teenagers that they all are.
Well, it shouldn't be a problem if there was no pizza left. He was ready to take the first slice…
"Give me that." The big brother, Leonardo – The Leader – was the first to cut in front and gets a grip on the box. The lid closes shut the second he swipes it out of his baby brother's grip. A ludicrous grin was picture on his face when he now has the prize.
From thrilled to thwarted happened in a split second for the goofy turtle himself. And just when he was about to chow down on his favourite dish. Now, they better make sure that the hungry turtle doesn't get it back in that period.
It was now becoming just like the simple game of "Piggy in the Middle". And the one wearing the curly tail, big snort and orange mask with a skateboard on his shell is it. He was not pleased as he always is it when this game is in motion. Leo hops onto another platform, away from Mikey. It was also like another form of sport with the box acts as the ball and they are all racing along the bars. 15 seconds were left on the clock.
The second player holds up his gloved hand. "Over here!" Raph calls out. Looking over his shoulder, Leo sees him in the clear. It will be pretty soon if Mikey will come out of nowhere to snag the pizza back from him.
"Keep away!" the leader orders his team. Like a baseball player, Leo flicks his wrist in a big curve motion and lets the box soar through in the air and heads towards the large turtle in red.
Raph manages to grab the box with his left hand at a fair distance from the mouth-watering sibling. But he becomes petrified when he begins to lose his balance as soon as he has caught the box. The Muscle of the group has loss his own points for grace now that he is slipping and sliding on the thin catwalk. One false step and he can go fall straight down and never get back up. Unfortunately, his shell was beginning to tip. He needs to save the box.
Leo sees his little brother in trouble. "Raph, over here!"
As gravity overtakes him, Raph uses the only shot to throw the box back to Leo before he took a tumble. As its flies in the air, Mikey jumps up with his hands stretch out; hoping for his fingertips to even touch it but fails as the pizza flies right past him and ends up back into the hands of the Fearless Leader. After he has gain his ground, Raph was back into the game as Leo was ready to take another shot.
"Right back at you," Leo cried out; flicking the box in the same direction like a Frisbee.
With quick thinking, Mikey flips forward and does a little kick; hitting the box in its path and flies upwards. It then lands in the open palm of the satisfied ninja.
Mikey has the box! He has now taken the lead and now in the homestretch. 10 seconds left.
"I'll take that!"
Attached to a long rope, a claw comes up from down below and locks onto the cardboard box. Once it is clamped down, it swipes out of his grasp.
"Hey!" Mikey exclaims. He has forgotten all about Donnie! He was so focus of avoiding Leo and Raph, only to have the last brother to swoop in and taken the jewel.
Seriously? AGAIN? Will Mikey ever get the first slice of the day? Not if his brothers keep this up.
The line reels back to its owner in a fast motion. He has calculated a perfect catch as sails towards him. But Donnie – the Brains of the family – failed to stop the line as the box smashes up against his face, nearly knocking his glasses and goggles off of his head.
The claw loses its grip on the box and lets it fly in the air and fall down; swirling in motion. It's anyone's game now as all four Turtles charges toward it. First one to get it, wins. And with 5 seconds to go.
All three older turtles all went for the box at the same time but when they got close to it, they all collide with each other, causing two of them to fling back with little force. Only the brute remains standing in the middle path as the spinning box was coming close to his reach.
As for the youngest, he does come up from behind, climbs over the hothead's shell and jumps over his head…but he successfully swipes the pizza from his grasp!
Opening the flap again, he then swirls it around as one slice flies off the cardboard box and zooms straight into the watery mouth of the hungry turtle himself and globs it up in one bite.
Michelangelo WINS!
He is known to be the Pizza Lover of the group. No doubt about it. He is always the first one to have the first dibs. No-one else.
Sitting on the square-shaped scaffolding, a lone girl in black threads with a hint of pink hears a combination of noises. And it is drawing near. She looks up to see a giant, green boulder heading this way.
Should she move out of the way like Indiana Jones? Unless it is carrying the teens' dinner…nope. Smiling, she does stand up just in case he accidentally bumps into her and takes a tumble. And judging from where she is standing, it is a long drop down.
"Whooo!" Mikey screams; joining his friend who is now joined by the rest of his brethren. Using either their weapon or the closest pipe to grab on to as they swing onto another platform.
"Perfect timing, boys!" Sally exclaimed. Mikey carefully place the box right next to him so no-one would snitch it from his watch. Unless they ask for permission.
Donnie lands next to his youngest brother to what's happening down below. "All right, guys. We made it just in time!" With one second to spare.
"All right," Mikey said.
Seeing two people, wearing different clothing with the same style, in a mark circle, along with another person in the ring. In his hands was a large orange sphere-shaped item with black circular marking. This item has been used for many occasions and for who knows how long.
The buzzer goes off as the orange ball flies up and the jumper in the white jumps straight up and slaps it to another one on his side before the other in the blue can get his hands on it.
That's right. It's Sunday Night at Madison Square Garden where long-time rivals Clippers from the West Coast and the good old Knicks from the East Coast are squaring off. This is what the teens do either on a weekend, in the holidays or on weeknights if none of them have to go to school the next day. Except for the kunoichi of the team. But she has promised her guardian that the guys will bring her straight home when the game is finish.
The Turtles and Sally were either cheering, clapping or dancing on the spot as the music "Werk Dat Booty" rapped by Stephen Wayne Baird was playing on the speakers while the game is now in progress. The teens are all here. They have settled in and already pumped up for a huge night ahead of them as they got a great view of the show inside the Jumbotron.
Donnie pointed at the player on their team running with the ball. "You see that?" They all nodded.
"All right," the purple turtle added, "I say "Go", you say, "Knicks!" Go…"
"Knicks!"
"GO…"
"KNICKS!"
The Knicks moves around on the court and passing to their team members; trying to get the ball away from any Clippers players or making a foul. So far, no mistake yet. They moved around close to "the paint".
"Two points coming up!" Donnie commented on the game. They are so close that they can't miss this shot.
Sally grasp her hands together; praying for them to score in the first few seconds of the game. "C'mon!"
"Shoot it! Shoot the ball!" Leo loudly begged. Any Knicks fan would say the same thing as they got close to the chosen end.
The chosen Knicks player throws the ball out of his grip as it sails in the air…until it lands smoothly into the net; earning the first two points. Once it goes through the woven hoop, the fans all jumped up from their seats and cheered for their team. Including the five excited teens in the big Jumbotron.
"OOOOHHHHHH!" Mikey screamed; pointing at the first point of the night.
Even Donnie was running on the spot with excitement. "Y-y-y-y-y-yeah!" Although the shaking that he makes doesn't affect the scaffolding. Raph and Leo punched in the air as they bellowed out their lungs with cheers.
"Go, Knicks!" screamed the only girl of the group, cupping her hands around her mouth allowing her voice to travel to the court. The Knicks are off to a good start and they better keep it that way.
One year ago, the city was in a state of panic and fear with the Shredder ruling their city from the shadows. But with him out of the picture, long-awaited peace has been restored to the public. And it is all thanks to the Turtles.
Even if the public doesn't know who they really are.
WWWWWHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I am BACK! BADDER THAN EVER! With the first chapter done and dusted, more will follow! Check out what's happening with the teens at the game in:
Heroes in the Half-Shell 2: TURTLE POWER! - Night at Madison Square Garden
Author's Notes: Hey guys! Sorry for the late upload. I didn't have the time or the plan to start writing the first chapter. But I did say to a few friends on FanFiction that I did come up with the summary for the sequel after I saw the film and wrote the first summary for the first movie. And then the idea for the third movie came along. But with no news on if there is a third movie on the way, I do have plot ideas. I personally think that fans of the franchise should have a say on what they want or what should happen when they get the green light on the third instalment.
Plus, forgive me if this first chapter doesn't make any sense cause it has been a while and I just got back into it.
So,…I know we are expecting to have a great 2018, right?...
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… guess not.
Just more than a week ago,…just only a few months after the mass shooting in Las Vegas,…another one took place at Stoneman Douglas High School.
A school…full of innocent kids…whose lives were cut short. I seriously have no words about this.
What is more terrifying is how easy they can buy a weapon. That…shouldn't be right.
I wouldn't know what it feels like to be in this situation cause there has only been one mass shooting (just ONE) in Australia and nearly a fortnight later, a law was establish and we never had one ever since then. I did tell you guys about it in my last story. But we did have some terror scares over the years but nothing compares to what happened more than 20 years ago.
I was also reading the paper where a little girl (I think she too was a victim or she knows someone from the same school) with a sign that she made about Australia's Gun Laws. People like her are standing up and having a voice are the kind of people that I respect. They have the capabilities of tomorrow leaders and I hope that dream will come true.
With the stories I'm creating and the videos for my channel, I am doing them to bring smile and joy to anyone who is affected by these events or they are feeling a bit blue. I just hope that America (meaning you, Trump, and the rest of your injudicious posse!) would actually come to their senses and do establish a gun control law. If you think that adding guns to teachers or anything you think would help make America Great Again, THINK AGAIN!
He is pretty much making things worse since he took office and on Twitter (I tried to report on him on Twitter if anyone hasn't done it). You don't have a voice, bub! Your time is coming, so, you better get out of the White House if I were you. There are ways to make America Great Again, but not the way you do it!
Sorry about that. I had to do a little rant about Trump. But I do express my condolences to the victims and the survivors of all the mass shootings in the States. I am also very impressed of the young teenagers from the same school who are making a huge stand. I can tell that they can lead a great future for America when they will be in charge. Their time is coming and soon!
Well, with that out of the way and summer just came to a close, I tell you what has happened despite all the bad things that has happened so far.
My little sister is on this exchange program at the moment. Someone from (I won't say which country) has come down for about 6 weeks to stay with us and then my sister is going with her to her country for 6 weeks. It has been pretty busy with an extra person living in our place, I have to give up my room to let her stay (You would have noticed in some of my videos on my channel that I am in a completely different room but for only a short time). But once she has enjoyed her stay her in Australia and learning the different sights and culture, it will be only a matter of time before she journeys home and takes my little sister with her! But it has been an amazing experience for her. And I'm sure she did have a blast (Not to mention that my little sister won't be bugging me when she goes for more than a month. Well,…she hasn't been bugging me on a daily routine much. And also, I can actually do my videos and more on my stories!).
Guess there is nothing much to say. Still on the job search, got back into dancing, getting inspirations for my stories, etc, etc. I can tell you guys that it is good to be back. So, take care for now.
Until we meet again,
The DragonLord2912