The Saint's Hope
Chapter 6 – Meet Casey Jones
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To erica phoenix 16
Thanks for updating.
I'm glad I gave you that idea and I can't wait to see how it will play out. :)
As for my thoughts on Earth's last stand, I enjoyedtheepisode. I was so happy thattheturtles did it. :)
No problem!
We'll see what happens when Hun comes face-to-face with Sally and the Turtles. Raph would be the first one to meet if you remember.
YES! BEST EPISODE EVER! Now, we can all rest easy and wait for the next one to show up. Rumour has it that the next episode title will be "City at War". *everyone goes silent* Comics and 2k3 flashback! It would probably be Mutants vs. Human thing or something. And I figure Shredder might have something to do with! Who knows...
To turtlelovemikey3000
Oh my god! This is very good. I really lovedthecharacters and especiallytheTurtles sister. So remarkably and very powerful and a exceptional legendary piece of all time.
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Let's move on to the next chapter. Bring on the fourth episode!
(Manhattan, NY - unknown time)
Tonight was a nice, clear night sky and everything was calm and peaceful. Well, almost.
Tonight was Vigilante night. And this guy in the hockey mask was ready for action.
Not just his mask to cover his identity, but he is also wearing a red singlet. Good thing it's not cold tonight or else he would be chilly. Plus, he was wearing his blue tracksuit pants and a pair of dark blue sneakers. Part of his forearm is all wrapped up with a light brown bandage. On his hands is a pair of light brown gloves with yellow protective pads. He has shoulder-length dark black-blue hair and blue eyes as he puts on his tough guy act and stared down at his foe tonight.
Carrying around on his back is his golf bag. Weird. Since when do you see people carrying around a bag like that? Guess he is one of them.
And it is packed with all kinds of weapons. Sports related. Almost. Mostly anything that this guy can swing with: golf clubs, baseball bats, steel pipes and his personal favourite – the hockey stick.
It was time for the red turtle to narrate and to bring up-to-date on tonight's events.
I guess you could call it fate,…
Yes, you can. For so many years, Raphael here never met anyone can carry as much anger as he does. Sure, he has a sister who tends to blow a fuse nowadays but not 24/7. And that is when this guy comes along.
The hockey masked figure was now twirling his weapons of choice for this round: two baseball bats. One for each hand, he faces his opponent tonight. Normally, since he was a vigilante, he would be expecting criminals like purse snatchers or store robbers. Not a tall, humanoid turtle; armed with ninja weapons.
…but I had finally met somebody as angry as I am,…
He stops spinning the bats and hold them in position. He has never taken his eyes off the turtle. The mutant is still standing his ground.
…and he was really making me mad. My name is Raphael,…
The ninja decided to show him what it is like to be on his page. Raph pulls out his twin Sais and twirls them before he too holds them in position. Right now, they are both sneering their eyes at each other; ready for a brawl. Raph even git his teeth at him. He doesn't know if the masked man was doing the same thing.
…and the bozo in the hockey mask is about to find out just how angry I can be!
If this was a Mexican Stand-Off, which it is, someone has to make the first move. And what better way for the Ninja Turtle to be the one to make the first move. Letting all his anger out, he charges forward; letting out his own battle cry.
(In the Lair, Manhattan, NY – 5:51pm)
It seems like it has only been one month since a member of the ninjas family had her birthday, their old home being destroyed by munching metal menaces, journey to the surface for the first time as a team, dealt with both thugs and ninjas, found a new place to live, found out more about the robots, and have made a new human friend.
And you know what? It has been a month!
Yep. The teens were pretty much packed since the first week of their adventures. They can't wait for more adventures on the upper world of New York! If only their master – their sensei – would corporate.
They are also thrilled to have their first human friend; especially for their human sister. For so many years, she can finally interact with another human other than herself. She couldn't be more thrilled.
As the new member of the group, April O'Neil promises that she wouldn't tell anyone about her…special friends. Not even her own family. And that will be hard. But she'll manage through. It's going to take some time. Hopefully, they can meet more in the future.
And to the one of the ninjas, it could happen…tonight.
But before it all happens, let's go back a few steps when this mini adventure happens.
Right now, he was in a tussle with his little brother. And right now, he was not winning. He was now thrown across the room and smashed into a pile of empty boxes that are stacked against each other. Some fell on top of him when he made the impact.
The youngest member of the group was dusting his hands as he approaches his fallen brother. "Ha! Nice fall, Raphael," Mikey mocks him. He brought his hands out to the side. "Just come on back it you want some more of that."
He should know by now. There is absolutely no way that Raph can't beat his little brother in this certain match. But he doesn't care. He just wants to win. For once. If he loses, he'll never be able to live with himself. Then again, Raph was the one ask for the fight in the first place.
The turtle himself regains his senses and gets up from his messy pile with a box on his head. Angry as ever, he takes the box off his head; letting out a few grunts. Don't push it, bro.
He then bitterly throws the away and points to his cocky brother. "You've had it, Mikey." The orange turtle blows on his knuckles before rubbing it on his chest. If the jokester does anything funny, he is going to regret it. "Bro or no, you've got to go!"
Raph takes his shot. He jumps in the air and tries to throw a punch into his face but Mikey easily ducks the attack and dodges a little to his left. He loves to see great moves up close. "Good reverse punch," he noted. But Raph was not done yet. You wanna show? I'll give ya a show, doofas!
Raph swings a kick to the head once more, but Mikey, once again, ducks the bout. Followed by a few more which Mikey moves to the side and does a back flip too. "Nice roundhouse kick too, Raph," he added once more. Raph decided to throw a few more punches, but by the time he does the second one, Mikey manages to flip over the frustrated turtle's head. Raph falls to the ground. He was starting to form a few sweat beads on his forehead. He can't be tired already, can he?
Mikey turns to face him again as Raph stands up as well. "Whoa! Not a bad dragon punch either," he comment on the last move that Raph pulled on. Not far from them, they were being watched by a few more figures. Leo, Don, Sally and Master Splinter have decided to see what all the commotion is all about. All they see was the youngest and the second oldest brawling again. It has been what, the fourth time this week. This pretty much happens mostly every day in the house of ninjas. They just learn to deal with it.
Raph comes charging in, throwing a punch one more with his brother still insulting him. "…but you're just a…" Mikey dodges the punch, "…little too…SLOW!" Mikey whacks his brother upside the head, causing Raph to stumble forward and crashed into the platform just in front of him. He can't believe it. He is giving all he's got and Mikey still manage to land one on him! He was almost up to his limit. With his opponent down, Mikey decided to mock him once more; placing his fist on his hips. "Actually, much too slow."
That's it!
Raph could not take it anymore. His little bro is pushing it too hard. Fury was already burning through head as he picks himself up and charges once more. Everyone would be expecting Mikey to dodge once more. But it didn't happen this time. Raph was now quick enough to deliver a NASTY punch to Mikey's chest! What surprises Raph is that he manage to tag him and what is more impressive is that it actually caused Mikey too fall onto his shell and slides into the wall of the platform and hits his head.
But was that enough for Raph? Unfortunately, it wasn't.
Mikey sits up a little and rubs the part of his noggin where it hurts. The rest of his family were still witnessing the match. They all know that Mikey is taking this a bit too far of teasing the only turtle that can blow a fuse quicker than the Flash; even just by a little bit.
This is not going to end well. Sally was hoping that both of her brothers will be ok. They all looked at Mikey before looking at Raph who was again charging towards brother for the third time tonight. He was producing a yell as he run. Mikey sees his brother. As Raph comes for another punch, Mikey steps to the side; making Raph misses his target. He goes in another kick. Once again, he misses.
It would seem that Mikey is making him tired as the match continues on. He was getting too smart to read Raph moves as the red turtle goes in for another punch.
"You think you're better than me?" Raph bellows as Mikey dodges the punch by doing a couple of backflips to extend the distance between the two brothers.
Raph was starting to get more tired and is losing this fight as he is running out of moves that he can throw at him.
No. He can't lose this. He just can't! Not against his little brother. Not by anyone! He is supposed to be the strongest ninja out of all his family. Except for Sally. But she is a girl so, it doesn't count.
Raph goes charging. For the fourth time. "DO YOU?" Mikey can't be better at his brother at his own game? Can he?
As he comes closer, he lift his arms in the air; ready to grab him. But Mikey was quick enough to grab his hands with his. Now, it was a test of strength. And this was something that Raph might be able to win. Unfortunately, Mikey has another idea.
He gives his bog brother a smug grin. "No," Mikey replies. What? Why would—
Mikey steps to his right, letting Raph to lean forward; losing his grip before the Mike-ster trips him over. This forces the tough guy to go flying to the other side of the room. "You're just too cocky, Raph."
His sentence came to an end when Raph lands – shell first – onto a table and two set of chairs; smashing them into a hundred bits. The pieces of the broken furniture went flying, leaving the defeated turtle on the same spot. He sits up and looks to his brother; gloating in victory of today's match.
His victory.
He couldn't believe it. He lost! Too his little brother! This was pretty much so humiliating for him.
Most people would accept the defeat and move on. But what Raph is about to do, will be pushing his loss a bit to the edge.
It would only take a loss and a second for the beast to be unleashed. But Mikey has completely no idea that was about to happen. He was still revelling.
The orange turtle walks over to the rest of his family, with his back facing the conquered ninja. "Winner and still champion, Michelangelo!" He raised his fist and clutches them together.
Out of Mikey's site, Raph finally stands up and finds himself with a weapon in his grasp. No, it was not his Sai. It was a steel pipe that he has found in the crash that he made. And he was going to use it. Big time.
Everyone has taken their eyes off the youngest turtle and all look behind him. Once they all saw Raph and what he has in his hand, their faces went from calm to absolute horror. Even Leo grabs hold of his father's shoulder. They know what Raph is about to. And if he isn't stop, he is going to regret it.
"No…No…" the red beast angrily stands up straight; getting his chosen weapon. He's going to do. He IS going to do! "You—You—"
Does not want to let Mikey get away with this, Raph does a mighty leap in the air – and is heading straight for him!
The turtle needs to be warned. "MIKEY! LOOK OUT!" Sally cries out for. It only took a yell for the orange ninja to turn around and see his brother; charging for him in the air. Mikey didn't have time to get away from as Raph kicks him to ground and holds him in his place.
Raph has finally secured Mikey. With the turtle in his grip, he was ready to strike him. Even Mikey sees this and he knows that Raph wasn't kidding around. And no longer he was gloating his win, he was now terrified. Why would his own brother would do this to him? Just after he has lost a little match?
"Raph, wait," Mikey covers his face with his hands. At least his arms will cover most of this brutal attack, "WAIT!"
But he ignores him. Raph raises the pipe high above his head and glares down on him. He was going to do it. He was REALLY going to do it!
…
So, why hasn't he swung his pipe?
It was because Leo gripped his arm around his younger brother's; halting the first and any future attacks. Thank goodness for that. If he didn't stop the attack in time,…well… Raph's bandana will not be the only red around here.
"RAPHAEL, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!" Leo furiously barked at him.
Don and Sally all appeared at poor Mikey's side who still has his hands in the air; waiting for the attack. But it didn't. They are all just glad that Mikey is alright. Splinter did not move at all from his spot. He has sense an unusual imbalance inside his second eldest.
"You okay, Mikey?" Don calmly asked his little brother.
Pretty mad at what her brother tried to do; Sally grabs the steel pip from Raph's grasp and looks to him with a furious face. "What were you thinking, Raph?" She points to the turtle on the floor as Mikey removes his hands away from his face. "You could have killed him!"
Killed him!
Killed him!
Those horrible words just echo through his mind. And heavy breathing was the only sound at the moment coming from the red turtle.
No longer angry, Raph takes a second to recollect of what he was about to do. Seeing the pipe in his sister's hand, how Leo was holding him and the way he was on his brother, he understands why.
Kill him.
He was going to attack—no, kill—his own little brother. His own baby brother. And it was all because he was blinded by his rage for that one little match. He got too caught up and not paying any attention to his action. He wasn't thinking straight.
Angry was no longer on the turtle's face. It was now replace with shame.
"I…" Leo releases his grip on Raph and crosses his arms over. Raph looks up to him, "Leo,…" he then looks to his sister holding the pipe, who share some anger as he does but knows she would never go this far, "Sal,…" he then finally turns to.., "Mikey,…" the young turtle has already sat up and was now pulled away by Don. Raph tries to reach out for him, "I,…"
But right now, he is lost for words. He was now just too upset. Disgracefully, he looks down with eyes closed and hand on his forehead. Master Splinter comes to his son's side and places his paw on the reptile's shoulder. It was time for a lesson.
"Ah, my son. So angry," the rat speaks as Raph looks at him. The master removes his hand from him and holds a finger up. "Rage is a monster that will destroy you from within. Raphael, a true warrior finds balance in all things."
Raph stands up. There is a new feeling inside of him now.
Guilt.
He can't even look at his family right now. Let alone be in the same room as they are.
"Master Splinter, I—" he looks to his hands. The same hands that he almost use to hurt Mikey with the pipe. "Uh, I... I-I got-I gotta get some air." That is all he can say after what he just went through as he race out of the Lair; feeling ashamed.
Even though he was still a little shaken up from all this, Mikey decided to after him. He felt responsible for what has happened. He was the one who pushed him. Made him into the monster that he was a few seconds ago. Only a few steps were made before Splinter puts a paw on his shoulder. The rat knows it wouldn't be a good idea for any of his children to go after him.
Right now, Raph needs some time – alone. The father of the hothead can only hope that his son can find a way to tame to fire within. And after seeing what has happened, it could take more than a while.
(On an unknown building, Manhattan, NY - 5:59pm)
It only took a full minute for the turtle to race from his sewer home, right up to the surface world. Normally, it takes a few minutes if you are with other people or mutants like his family. But right now, it's just him. And he needs to be alone. He couldn't shake the memories that he has just witness tonight.
The sunset has almost set but the sky has already welcomed the night. That is when the certain turtle bust through a door located on small building. How did he get through building without being detected? Well, he's a ninja. Did anyone forget about that? If so, stop reading this and either leave or go back to the beginning.
Plus, he would have climb up the fire escape like he and siblings would do. But it wasn't his first choice. After crashing through the door and makes his way to the edge of the building, Raph looks down with the most forlorn look of all.
The way he was towering over his brother. The way he was holding the pipe in his hand. The way that he almost used it to…
He doesn't want to think about it. He didn't realise how dangerous rage can be in one person. Imagine the entire population of the planet. The world like that would not be a right place to live in.
After the almost…horrible incident, the words of his father are repeated through his mind.
Rage is a monster that will destroy you from within. Raphael, a true warrior finds balance in all things.
He is full of rage. And he does have a habit to using that rage on anything that irritates him. Like his brothers and sister. Well, not mostly his sister. But the source of all this, is the reason why he is now frustrated.
Just why is he angry all the time? Why did he have to go through what he almost did?
He does not know. He does not know the answer. Feeling frustrated all over again, he takes another deep breath; very similar to the ones back home. Growls to himself and slams his fist into his chest.
He raised his clench fists in the air while overlooking to the city.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!" His bellows echoes through the near-by streets. He raises his fist and his head down.
As long as he carries the same rage that burdens inside his heart, he will be out of control. And he will never be stop. He needs to find balance. And he needs to find it. Very soon.
He just hopes he is not the only one who is in a much related situation.
(In a different building, not too far from here, Manhattan, NY – 6:02pm)
Cars alarms are blaring with a baby crying in the mix. With a hint of dogs barking. This seems to be a noise neighbour from where a new face lives.
Living in a concrete building with a few windows with tattled blinds, although one of them has light drapes that are floating with the wind and just dangling on the outside, there shine a large skylight that beams up the entire room without the use of electricity.
Inside the brown ceiling and cream walls, there is a number of sports equipment lying around that you can name including different kinds of weights. You can tell from whoever lives here would actually workout 24/7.
He also parks his own transportation that is neatly parked up against a wall – his own motorcycle. Another quick way to get where he needs to go. Bolted on a stone pillar is a Speed Bag and near where his entertainment section is the Punching Bag.
Just leaning where his weights are is his own kind of bag. A golf bag, filled with anything that this particular can swing at – golf clubs, baseball bats, steel pipes and his personal favourite: the hockey stick.
At this exact time was the news, a quick update of kind of crime-related activities are happening in the city. Maybe close to where he is living. Resting on his armchair while lifting a 10 kg Dumbbell in his left hand, he was doing his best to keep in fit while watching the TV. He appears to have shoulder-length dark black-blue hair with blue eyes, was wearing a red singlet, blue tracksuit pants, has a light brown bandage wrapped around his left forearm, a par of dark blue shoes and a pair of light brown gloves with protective pads on it.
There was a particular story that he happens to know. The figure curls the weight a few more times as he listen on.
And in other news, more sightings of a vigilante wearing a hockey mask are being reported in connection with several brutal attacks on the notorious Purple Dragons gang, alleged to have underworld connections.
He sneers his eyes when the reporter mention the name of the certain gang. It was enough to make the man's blood boil to the boiling point.
"Purple Dragon scum."
Fire was now in his eye. Not to mention the same fire that he witness a long time ago. He was now full of hatred. He does have issues with them. He sure does have connections. And these connections all started when he was just a kid…
(Manhattan, NY – Years ago)
A place went up in flames. The pitch-black smoke was descending to the night sky while the bright yellow flames remain on the ground; crackling the wood, steel and anything that it can consume.
That building happens to own by the kid's father. It was their shop. And now, it was being burnt to a crisp.
Who would be behind this horrific attack?
The answer is simple. They are five teens and one of them appears to be the leader. They all have the picture of the purple dragon on any piece of their clothing. The leader, however, has it on his left arm and he wears it proudly.
Hun.
Before he shows off his blond hair, it was all covered by a purple bandana with ties hanging off the back. He wore a black singlet with black pants. His pants were hanging off the side but it was secure with his red belt and shows a bit of his underwear. He has a gold earring on his left ear.
The giant gives off a mean chuckle before advancing on the child; looking down on him.
(Manhattan, NY – Present Time)
He has always a personal vendetta on him. Right after he lost the family's store, he has lost another important thing in his life.
His dad.
He knows what he has gotta do. He has been doing this for months. He has been given the gang a hard time lately. He is doing this for his dad. He ain't afraid of nothing. Fire was still burning in his eyes. He sits up from his seat. He was ready to rock and roll.
"Somebody's gotta stop those Purple Dragons."
He knows the cops aren't doing anything about it. They all know how tough they all are. Especially their leader. With no hope, he knew he would take up this job. He is trying to make the world a better place: by cleaning up the crime in the city. One city block at a time.
Leaving the TV on, he walks over to his own little coffee table just close to his punching bag. There rest a hockey mask. Very similar to the hockey mask that was reported on the news.
He picks it up, places the mask over his face as he pulls the band over his head and rest it behind his head; securing it. He then walks away and heads towards the weights. He halts in front of them but not before putting his fist up.
"Somebody's gotta make them pay!"
Grabbing the strap of his golf bag, he walks to another part of the room where there rest a mirror. He slings the strap over his head and rests it on his shoulder with the bag now resting on his back. He comes up to the mirror, pulling out the one thing that would match his mask – the hockey stick. He is also fond of the sport. He halts in front of the reflecting object as he begins to twirls the stick around. His eyes are lock on his reflection.
"And they will. They'll all pay,…"
He stops spinning his weapon and turns away from the mirror. He holds the sticks in both of his grip and gets into a fighting position.
"…'cause Casey Jones is on the job!"
(On the streets, Manhattan, NY – 6:15pm)
A car went passed on a dark neighbourhood, not too far from a couple of certain fighters in the area. A young woman has just finished her 9-5 at work as she decided to leave a bit later to get home. Too bad she could have gone earlier. Cause she is getting herself into a lot of trouble.
Knowing that her home is a few blocks away, she decided to take a shortcut. Through the alleyway. At night.
Normally, anyone can go through any streets in broad daylight. All except for at night. That is when the trouble occurs. Just before she turns into the alleyway, she pictures a worried look on her face when she noticed someone; leaning his back with one foot against the wall near the passage. He appears to be a street thug with spiky orange hair and a goatee with the same colour. He is dressed in a green t-shirt with a black vest that has a picture of a dragon in a shade of purple on each side, a pair of black finger-less gloves with green cuffs, his goggles are seated on his forehead, grey pants, a black belt and a pair of black shoes. His right forearm is all wrapped up in a white bandage.
He was chewing on his toothpick while watching a young vulnerable lady coming his way. Not knowing the dangers that is about to happen, she continues to walk into the alleyway. Big mistake.
The thug himself looks right and left; on the lookout for any witnesses. So far, no sign. That's good. For him. The thug flicks the toothpick away and decided see where the lady will end up.
Still walking down with a fearful look on her face, the young women is clutching onto the strap of her bag. She looks behind to see if anyone was following her, especially if it was the thug that she saw. Right at the moment, it wasn't.
She darted her eyes back to the front. She was now all alone in the alleyway. Well, almost alone. She came to a stop, her eyes became wide and her mouth dropped. Hiding in the shadows, not just one but two thugs have appeared, right in front of her.
One of them has his head all painted in bright blue, his hair is a purple Mohawk style. He is wearing a black singlet with a grey shirt underneath it, purple suspenders that attach to his green pants, a brown belt, a pair of black boot with purple laces and brown bandage on his wrist.
The other is a bit shorter than his pal here. He is a dark-skinned fellow with a brown cap facing backwards with a purple beanie underneath it. His top is a cream coloured with purple sleeve and a yellow large sash that goes around his mid-waist, has grey pants and a pair of white sneakers with three blue stripes on the sides. He also has two silver small hoop earrings on each ear.
The picture of a purple dragon appears on the short kid's t-shirt and on one of the blue-skinned punk's pant sleeve.
It was the Purple Dragons. And they are up to no good. They both took a few steps out of their spots and blocked the lady's path; snicker at her.
The woman gives out a scare gasp. She has made a terrible mistake. It looks like she won't be going home at all. As the thugs all approached her, the lady takes a few steps back. She was now terrified. But there was still a way to get away safety. She slowly backs away from the scary people. She was only just a few steps away from the open streets. And once she is out, she will find some help. And she would have gone a bit further, if she didn't walk into someone else. Once her back made contact with him, she whips her head around to see the same thug from before. His hands were now on his hips.
"Oh, no," she gasps. The thugs have all now surrounded her. She was now trapped.
"Hand over the purse, sweet thing," the first punk advises to their captive, "and we promise not to hurt you…" he gives bit of a devil smile, "too much."
The other two snicker once more. They know that they don't keep promises. Not only they'll get some cash, they are going to have some fun tonight. And not in a good way. More like in a sickening way.
But they shouldn't be laughing. Because of right now, a certain turtle was high above them, sitting on a fire escape in the same alleyway. As he was taking the time to calm down and tries to balance himself out, he also witness the entire scene from down below. Something about these thugs that already made the ninja in a bad mood. He was already mad once. He doesn't need to be mad. But after seeing what the thugs are about to do, he does not like this one bit.
"Man, these guys picked the wrong night to tick me off," he mumbles. They won't be expecting a giant green turtle, armed with ninja weapons.
But they are sort-of expecting another company – very familiar to the punks themselves.
With the blue-skinned thug and the short black kid hold the women in position; the yellow spiky hair thug has his hand on her shoulder and snatches the purse out of her grip with the other. Now that one part is done, it was time to move
Raph bends in knees in; ready to jump in—
"Purple Dragons."
Hmm, that sounds creepy for someone is who about to sing a song.
The thugs plus the captive all look around to the source. There stands, at the end of the alleyway from the lighter streets, a tall fellow wearing a white hockey mask to conceal his face. In one hand is his hockey stick and the other is a trashcan lid. "Come out and play!" he creepily sings; banging the stick on the lid a few times before walking towards them.
The lady doesn't know why this mystery figure is. But the thugs do.
The yellow spiky hair points to the guy while holding the purse in the same hand. "It's the wacko in the hockey mask. Let's get him."
They decided to ditch the lady and charge for the masked menace. The first thug drops the purse as he was out in front. Dealing with the hockey mask-wearing freak is the main priority now. The lady can wait. They are ready for a beat down with the so-called Vigilante.
The turtle was at first going to jump in and save the day, but it looks like the mask dude bet to him first. Guess there is no reason for him to reveal himself. He was still on the fire escape, watching the scene from above. "Looks like this is gonna be good." Not to mention, he'll have to sit this one out. All he can do now is to enjoy the show.
Since the yellow thug was close to the hockey mask fighter, he'll take the first shot. But even a thug like would be stupid enough to go toe-to-toe with someone who more experience and can easily pick a fight with the use of his weapons. The Vigilante was still enough to dodge the first punch that thug deliver and ends up whacking him in the face with the trash can lid. The PD punk goes down. One down, two to go.
The blue-skinned thug comes up to him. He decided to do the same move that his pal tried to pull on hockey boy. Even idiots can make the same mistake as the guy before him. But the masked warrior decided to use his own weapon. He whips his stick back and—
WHACK!
A nice slap to the head was heard as the blue-skinned punk went down and lands near his friend. Two down, where the last one?
The final punk; who has somehow got behind the mask dude, hoping to attack him from behind. He was hoping to catch him off guard. But it didn't work.
Dropping the metal lid, the fighter swings behind, gripping his stick with his hands. The third punk was now scared for his life. He didn't have time to get away as the Vigilante does another swing to the face.
The final thug falls to the ground; now sore from the smack. The turtle from above was a bit relieved that the thugs were stopped and the fight is over.
Well, not for the Vigilante. To him, it was not – never over.
He walks up to the thug that he just attack. His cap was flown off his head; showing off his purple bandana. He opens his eyes, hoping the fighter has left, only to find him still here. He was now wetting his pants. What is he gonn—
"No mercy, scum," the hockey mask fighter snarls down. "I'm putting you punks out of business…" he then lifted his weapon high above his head. "…PERMANENTLY!"
Good thing the turtle hasn't left the scene. Because he couldn't believe what he was seeing? At first, it was just a fighter, like him, was dealing with scums like Purple Dragon thugs. And now, he was going finish them off in the most violent way as possible… just like…him.
Just like what he almost did to his little brother…
The way he hold up the pipe, right above his head from before, is the same way the guy is holding the hockey.
It almost like Raphael is looking at a replay of his previous action. If the turtle himself had a time machine, he would actually go back in time to stop his former self for almost making that mistake. But he can't. He was just lucky for his siblings to stop him from making things worse. Right now, looks like this guy needs to stop from making the same mistake.
Raph grabs hold of the fire escape that he was balancing on. He was ready to leap into the action. But this time, to stop it. Not start it. "That guy's out of control." And that was a lot coming from him after what he has been through. Using his ninja legs, Raph pushes off the bar and jumps down to the alleyway. "Whoa!" he cries out as he lands behind him. And just like what his older brother, Leonardo, did in the previous situation, he does the same thing: he hooks his arm around the Vigilante's wielding arm that holds the weapon. He manages to stop the attack and in a nick of time too.
"Hey!" the fighter yelps. He turns to see the interferer, who has the guts to lock his arm around his. But what he didn't expect to see a giant, green…thing. This was all new to him. But he didn't care. He tries to struggle out of his grip off this newcomer.
Raph still has his hold on him. With his arm hooked around the arm, he used his free hand to grab hold of the human's shoulder. "Easy there, cowboy. They're down. You stopped 'em. You did good. Now take it easy," Raph calmly advises him. But this guy was never calm. He roughly breaks free from the strange green guy's grip and takes a few steps back, while still on his guard.
And it was a good timing for the PD thugs when the turtle showed up to stop the fight. Because they decided to use this time to make a break for it.
"I'm out of here!" cried out one of the thugs. He was then followed by the other two as the only two fighters left and the women watch them go.
"Come on! Let's get out of here!" yelled another one. They all escape the danger and have escape around the corner. Hopefully far away from that crazy whack-job.
Speaking of the crazy whack-job, he was not happy at all. Here is he, minding his own business, teaching goons here a little lesson about the consequences of stealing something valuable like someone's purse. And just when he was about to bust some skulls, he was ambushed by this newcomer. This…guy dresses head-to-toe all in green with some kind of red mask and big yellow armour wrapped around his chest. And thanks to him, he has distracted the Vigilant long enough for the bozos to get away.
He was absolute fuming mad right now.
"Aw, man, they're getting away!" he complains. But if he wants to file a complaint, he will do it to the one person who has interfered. He turns around to face the turtle and if he wasn't wearing his mask right now, he would have the angriest look on his face. Raph also shares a ticked off look as well. "Stay out of my business, FREAK!"
He then delivers a nasty punch to the face of the green-skinned mutant; catching the ninja off guard. Raph was fling back from the force and falls flat on his shell. It only took a second to regain himself but it was more than enough for the Vigilant to take off; after his prizes.
"You can run, Purple Dragons, but you can't hide from Casey Jones!" he bellows as he exits around the corner and disappears into the night. This leaves the turtle and the lady the only things breathing in the dark alleyway.
Once he has shaken the dizziness from his head, Raph takes off running but comes to a halt. Normally as a ninja, he would have the endurance and the speed to go after him, but there was one thing he needs to do. He looks down to see the purse, picks it up and takes it to the owner who was just a few feet away.
The scared woman has just witnessed what she has just seen and was still shaken up. First, the thugs showed up, then the mask fighter shows up and manages to beat them up, then a large green thing appears out of nowhere, and then, the thugs and the fighter all booked. And now, she is all left alone with…
"Sorry about all this," he speaks up. Since she was human and he & his family had the time and practice talking to human that his sister and their new friend are humans, this should be a piece of cake. The lady whips around to get a good look at the strange fellow. Her expression does not change as the reptile man offers her purse back like any good Samaritan would do when something goes missing. "Here's your purse, ma'am."
The lady's eyes went so big. She could not believe that a green being is talking to her like he knows people like her. A giant, green, talking, walking-on-two being! Rather than a thank-you, she quickly snatches her purse from his hand and clutches to her chest like it's her own child.
"Keep away from me, you-you lizard thing!" she frightfully demands as she starts to back away from him. "Keep away!" After taking one more step, she high-tails out of there and never looks back.
Guess she was too scared to meet a giant talking turtle but giving a simple thank-you to him would be enough. Then again, she was almost robbed and was now petrified of the event and won't be back to usual self until the end of next week. So, she has a right to be scared.
But that wasn't Raph's case. Right now, he needs to find the Vigilante. Good thing he said out his name too. Casey Jones.
Letting out a frustrated growl from losing the guy, he turns to face the direction that he took off and races out of the alley. He comes across a few more alleyways. And its good thing too cause there doesn't seem to be anyone around. This makes his search of finding the Vigilante a bit easier. But the maze-like place of the small section of this part of the town makes it a little bit tricky.
Man, for a guy who has the same anger issues as Raph, he sure is harder to find in this neighbourhood.
CRASH!
Raph stops running. Sound like a trash bin. Followed by a few men groaning. Bingo.
He has found the noise. And when there are noises, it could only mean one thing. That bone-head can make so much noise for a street fighter. Raph follows the sound to another dark part of another alleyway to see a silhouette of that same bone-head.
"We give up! We give up!" one of the thug cried out for mercy. Sounds like that they have learn their lessons. Raph peers around the corner to get a good view of the second round. The Vigilant here was still whacking his hockey stick away on the fallen thugs. It seems like there is no end to this battle. Looks like it will not finish until one is left standing. And it won't be the thugs on the ground.
This guy…this Casey Jones… he shows no mercy…at all. Just like Raph.
"You've stolen your last purse, dog breath!" Casey brutally barks at them before he finished whacking the punks to the ground. The three thugs were trying to either crawl away from the carnage or cover themselves from any more attacks. Seems like they can't take much more of this.
Raph was now disgusted at this. He knows that beating up bad guys was a new way to cool down, but the way that the Casey Jones guy is doing, it was…inhuman. He has no self-control. And if he doesn't stop, he will be making the biggest mistake of his life.
"Unbelievable. This guy just won't quit," he mutters to himself.
Casey picks up the yellow spiky hair thug by his collar and raised his weapon at him. It was time to finish it. And it was time for Raph to intervene once more. Coming out of his hiding spot, Raph rushes in and does an aerial kick, causing Jones here to drop the PD thug from his grip. The Vigilant falls to the ground dropping his weapon in the process.
"I told you to cool it, pal," Raph warns him.
With the Vigilant distracted, the three thugs took this opportunity…again… and escape…again. Hopefully, they can get away this time. He grabs his hockey stick and rise steadily onto his two feet. Seeing the same freak from before, Casey was surely getting really tired of him butting into his own business. He has now really pushed him to the edge for Round 2.
Casey armed his weapon now. "Yeah?" And I told you to stay out of my way, but since your ears don't seem to be working," he swings his stick in front; causing the turtle lean back a little to avoid getting hit, "I'm gonna have to get my point across a whole 'nother way."
And it will be more than just words.
The Vigilant points his hockey stick at his new opponent and with any luck; this…freak would actually listen to him for not intervene into other people's business.
But he does not know what he is in for…
(In the Lair, Manhattan, NY – 6:19pm)
It has been almost 30 minutes since their hothead brother has left their home. From what he almost pulled on his little brother, he needs the time that he wants to cool down and come back when he is ready. They only hope that he doesn't get into too much trouble.
Since the incident, the three remaining Turtles, the human ninja and the rat master decided to all occupied themselves. It was the only way to keep their mind off tonight's event.
Each turtle is station in his place. Leonardo is doing his usual private training with his father, Donatello is at his own workstation which it is a small table; doing what he can do for their new home. He would be working on a security system to make sure the place is more…adjustable. And Michelangelo is…well…he is busy off doing his usual nonsense to which who knows what. He was in the living room; drawing up something.
As for the human of the family, she was standing behind a pillar; out of anyone sight. Right now, she was in deep thought.
It's not about Raph's behaviour. It was something else. And it was a black cloth with the red foot symbol that she is holding in her grasp. That is what's bugging her.
For the past month, this symbol is what has been bugging her non-stop. The problem is that she can't seem to know what it is. She has no clue what's behind the insignia. Also, she has not started the search on the symbol. She has been down here for most of the past month and some of it hanging out with the newest member of the team – April O'Neil.
It was great to have another human in the group. Someone that Sally here can actually talk to. Someone that she can hang out. Someone who can be part of the family. That is all Sal ever wanted. A sister. She has dreamed of it.
Besides, after seeing the symbol for the first time, she had this weird vision of a metal man and a women; no older or younger than April. After many theories, Sally has come to a conclusion.
That woman is her mother.
She doesn't know but she has a feeling that woman is her mother. They look exactly alike, no doubt about it. Sally has checked in the mirror over and over again. And from seeing that vision once, it was no lie.
Some many questions were rattling up inside her own brain; they were actually starting to hurt. And what is the best way to calm the mind. Some say it's a lie down and rest. Others say, in her case, is training.
Placing the garb inside her tunic where it is out of sight from anyone, she removes herself from the pillar's shadow and walks into the centre of the room to join her big brother and her rat father.
"Hey." Her cry actually got the attention of the two ninjas. One of them is holding two planks of wood. Small enough to actual break with a single punch. "Mind if I join in?"
Splinter nods. "Sure," Leo said. In the turtle's case, he always loves his sister to join in every training that they do. They are just doing some stretches; in case if they pull a hammy. Sally was on the ground, stretching her right leg with her left leg curled into her. Once she has finished one side, she moves onto the next. But not before she sees her little brother, with a piece of paper in his hand, heading toward
What's Mikey up to now?
Well, for the past few minutes, Mikey has come up with something that would help the team of ninjas a lot more. Something that has to do with them cruising the streets of the Big Apple. Something that they borrow from the thugs that they messed with on the first day. And it is still sitting in the old drainage junction juts not too far from here.
On his drawing instead of a blue shade, it was painted green. And instead of four wheels, it has two extra with the back wheels. And finally, there are two grey different types of radar on the top of the vehicle.
Mikey has design what their new wheels should look like now. And he was proud of it. And why he shows this to his big brother, Donatello you may ask? Well, Don here is the engineer of the group. Right now, he is wielding something with his wielding torch and his custom-made goggles on.
"See, Don? We can have our very own battle shell," Mikey explains his plan to his brother who stops working for a second. "I've even go a name for it. I call it the Battle Shell."
The purple turtle goes back to his wielding as Mikey brings up more ideas that he added to the truck. "I got it all figured out. Turbo boosters. Double-action traction. Cool secret…thingies shooting out the back. We should be tricking out the armoured car!" The possibilities are endless when they have the vehicle at their possession.
Don has to admit. It sounds like a really cool idea to redesign the new car. He would love to use his skills to work on the vehicle. But there is one catch: he would be the only one working on it. Not Mikey.
"By "we", you mean me," he spoke, turning off his wielding torch; halting his project, and turns to face his younger brother who has a disappointed look on his face, "and I don't have the time. There's too much to do around here." He has got a point. Even though they have only been here for a month, there were a lot of things that needs to be done. Mostly, the security system that he needs to set up is the top priority.
He puts down his torch on the table and grabs the drawing on of Mikey's hand. "Besides, where would we keep the thing," he wonders, crumbling the picture up and tosses it to the ground. He then goes back to work. Hopefully, his answer will shut Mikey up. But he knows that it didn't work.
Some-what upset, Mikey goes onto his knee and picks up the scrunched-up paper of his masterpiece. "We can find a place." The youngest member of the ninja family looks up to his brother. "Just think about overhauling the wheels. Please?" He stands up and moves around behind him. "Please please please please?" He was starting to annoy his brother, like he always does. Mostly, he does this to Raph all the time. But he is not here at the moment after what has happened earlier. Unfurling the picture, Mikey, then, comes up with something that will hopefully change his brother's mind. "Did I mention that you're my favourite turtle?"
Yeah, like that's going to change my min—
"Shhh!"
Donnie would have told Mikey to back off if he wasn't interrupted by their father. They all looked to him whom is with Leo and Sally in the middle of the Lair; holding two planks of wood. Now that the rat has got their attention as they faces him.
"Leonardo and Salvadora are working on perfecting their ninjitsu skills," he raised an eyebrow at them, "perhaps something you two should consider," he said to his two youngest sons. Guess their bickering must have disturbed their training session. Rather than train, they will remain silent. The rat then turns his attention on his other children. They have finish warming-up and are now waiting patiently for their Sensei.
"Leonardo," he looks to his eldest son and faces him with the planks ready in hand, "leaping split-kick."
The blue turtle was already on it. Taking a big leap in the air and aims his feet at the planks. He has calculated every possibility solution to succeed on his first try. He always finds a way to perfect his moves so he can be a true master, just like his father. And the master before him. But as soon as his feet make contact with the planks, the planks…did not budge. The rat then uses his strength and flings his son back with the help of the wood. Leo does a backflip in the air and lands gently on the ground.
He stands up and sees the wood still in his father's grip. The planks did not break or bend or anything! He has failed. He has failed on perfecting the leaping split-kick. What did he do wrong? What did he didn't do?
Leo lets out a frustrated sign. How will he ever perfect the move now? The rat drops the planks to the ground and walks up to his irritated son. He places his paw on his green shoulder. "Try again, my son." Splinter removes his paw and points his finger like he is a teacher in a classroom. "It will come with practice. But first,…"
He walks back to the planks and picks them up. So said the lesson was over? Leo was not the only one training. This time, it was the kunoichi's turn.
Splinter faces his human daughter. "Salvadora, leaping split-kick."
Sally and Leo look at each other. The human here might fail at this too. Guess she'll have to try to perfect the move or fail. Either way, she has to do it. She looks to the rat and nods. She was ready.
Like what Leo did, she leaps in the air and with a quick motion; she slams her feet into the planks. Thinking that it would not break or not make a dent, she was wrong. Once she has made contact with the wood, the two planks then split in half! The top pieces of each plank went flying a few meters away from each other. Sally hits the ground before the pieces did. She has perfected the move.
Leo was speechless. She managed to do the move. And on her first go! She did what he did on his turn, but her legs were much faster, thus creating much force which was enough to break the boards. At first, he should be amazed by this. But now,…he was pretty upset that someone got the move right before he did. He is usually the one who gets it right before anyone else. He was pretty much skilled in everything when it comes to Martial Arts. Well, excerpt for supernatural powers. That's in Sally's department. The blue turtle crosses his arms in disappointed. Great, now I know how the others feel.
Splinter was still holding onto the broken boards as he looks to his daughter. "Well done, Salavdora," the rat acknowledges her success. Sally stands up straight and bows to her master. Guess maybe training does take her mind off from the particular subject from before.
The smiling kunoichi turns around to see her best friend but her expression drop when she gets a good look on his face. She can tell this is bugging him. With him watching his siblings succeed before he does really gets under his skin. Sally can't help but feel bad for him. He is a very skilled ninja; almost surpassing his father. It's okay to make a mistake because if anyone keeps on winning and doesn't lose, they will never learn anything. She knows Leo will get his split-kick right. It will take time.
She walks over to him and crosses her arms over. Now on his side, she playfully nudges her elbow into his folded arm. Leo looks at her to see a reassure look on her face. "Don't worry, Leo. You'll get the hang of it," she said. He looks at her with a smile. They all resume the training, with a bit of luck; Leo will be able to get it right this time.
Back to the other two turtles, Mikey is once again bugging his older brother. But this time, he puts on an impression of their own father. Mikey always has a habit of doing impressions of other people, either famous or simple his own family. And every time he does it, he usually get whack by a sibling or gets told by his father that he is grounded. First, he was walking like the rat as Don whacks him with his Bo Staff. Then, it was when copy the rat's words and was in the same posture as Splinter calls him out. And now, he was waving the crinkle picture in front of his big brother who was in desperate need to get back to work. But he does it quietly so his father would not hear him.
"Donatello." Don faces him with his googles still on. "Donatello." Mikey passes the picture to him. "If you build it, we will ride…" he then reverts back to his usual voice as Don grabs hold of the same drawing once more, "…in turtle style!" Don looks to the picture.
There's gotta be a way to get Mikey off my shell for just a little bit.
And that is when an idea popped into his head. He places the picture down on the table. He looks to his brother whom both of them shares a gleaming smile. Mikey was hoping he would respond with a positive answer to their sweet ride. But Don has something else in mind. He goes to the other side and grabs something.
"Hey, motormouth. Make yourself useful." Passing him is a hammer in one hand and the teens' sign - Sewer Sweet Sewer in the other. They all customise the plate sign many years ago. It was part of their old home and now, it's part of their new one. This was also the only way to get Mikey out of his station for the time being. And the orange turtle was not too pleased with this.
"Aww," Mikey gloomily whines. All he wanted was a nice ride to cruise around in the city for him and his family. But now, he has to hang a sign somewhere in the new Lair.
"Hang this someplace nice," Don instructed. Disappointed, Mikey takes the sign and hammer from him as Don gets back to work. Mikey hopes that his brother will be on the ball next time. Because it won't be too long for Donatello until Michelangelo comes back to bug his brother once more.
(On the streets, Manhattan, NY – 6:20pm)
Not one person or fighter has made a move yet. The two known hotheads are still in the alleyway. It only took one being to intervene to make the other guy very ticked off at him. With the mask figure has his weapon out, the other doesn't. He realised that using his weapons would not change anything. It would make the fight a lot more violent. He would use his own Sais as a last resort. As of now, he has to rely on his fists.
They both started to circle each other; wondering who will make the first move. It's like a Mexican Stand-Off. Raph was hoping to get through to this guy. But with a short patience like his, it would only be a matter of time before he goes off like an uncontrolled flame.
"Listen, I'm trying to tell you something here, but you're really working on my last nerve!" Raph said. He was still watching the crazy Vigilante like a hawk; waiting for what he would pull on the mutant.
"Is that right?" Casey Jones here stops moving and did the one thing he would do to people or whatever the green dude is that walks into his business. He does three swings at the turtle's head; hoping to try and make him angrier. But Raph was a trained ninja. He ducks each one of them; trying to keep his anger under control juts what his father advises him to. But the longer he is in the fight, the more the flame burns inside him.
Raph moves off to the side. "Look, I think you're trying to do the right thing, but you're going about it all wrong." The turtle does have a good point. Casey here was doing the right thing. Stopping scums like the Purple Dragons for doing the wrong things, but the way he is doing, is just not right. Raph presses on. "You gotta get control of yourself."
Would his words actually reach the hockey-mask fighter? No, it did not.
Casey still has his hockey stick aimed at the mutant. "Look, freak boy, if you're protecting these Purple Dragon scum, then you're in my way, and you're going down, too!" he barks at the turtle before slamming his weapon downwards, but Raph was quick to dodge to the side and lands just on the right side of the Vigilante himself.
Raph just has it with him. It was time to end this. "Hockey season's over."
Raph jumps up, spins in mid-air and kicks the hockey stick right out of Casey's hands and land son both his feet. Now, they are both defenceless. Well, not Raph. Ninjas are never defenceless.
But Casey has more tricks up his sleeves. "Yeah? Well, baseball's in season," he proved his point by pulling out two baseball bats from his bag and crosses them in front of him in a cross-shaped before spinning them both around in his hands, "and so are you, you freaky freakin' weirdo! Batter up!"
He holds them in position; ready for another round with the green mutant ninja. Guess speaking to him doesn't help and there was no way to talk him out of it. Looks like will have to do this the old fashion way.
Hockey boy is taking no for an answer. "Fine! Play ball!" He pulls out his own weapons and twirls them around on his sides. Like before, they circle each other again. It was only a matter of time before one of them makes the first move. Casey readies his weapons. The turtle stops spinning his Sais. He was up to his limit now. He proves it by charging forward at the Vigilante; letting out his own battle cry.
(In the Lair, Manhattan, NY – 6:20pm)
It only took a minute for Mikey to find a perfect place to put the sign up. Finding a blank wall, just across the room from the main entrance, it was just right for the sign. Holding the string that connects the plate, Mikey places just above his head. Not too high for him but not too low.
Now that the license plate was in position, it was time for the next part. Holding the nail in his mouth since one hand holds the hammer and the other holds the object, he takes the nail from it. He places the nail in the spot and takes the first hit with his hammer. But it didn't budge.
That's weird. It should have gone through. Mikey tries it for the second time. Still nothing.
Okay. Now he was mad. It was just a simple task. Hammer the nail and hang the picture. It's not too much to ask?
The young turtle lest out an irritated groan as he starts hammering away; hoping to get nail to move a bit.
As she continues to watch Leo trying to master the kick, Sally looks over to her right. She sees the lone turtle; doing something that he normally doesn't do. By the looks of it, he is trying to hammer a nail and by the judge of that, it was working well.
"I'll go see what Bob the Builder doing," Sally said as she leaves the group. Leo and Splinter continue the session. She comes up behind her brother, still hammering the wall. As she looks closely, she can see the nail that is against the wall…is not going through? That is pretty weird. It should at least make a dent.
"Any luck?" she asked. Mikey was still at work. He was making a grunt every time he makes a hit.
"Not really. What's this wall made of?" he wonders. He only did like 10 more hits until he stops beating. The turtle leans forwards and gives out a "Huh?".
The nail was now bunted. Thanks to the turtle constant whacking. And on top of it, it still does not go through the wall. Does make a small crack though. Sally was pretty surprised by this. Never in her life has she seen this. That has got to be one very tough wall that does not like to have pictures hang.
Sally places her hand on the surface and feels the brick feeling. So strange. It doesn't feel like concrete. Maybe there is concrete on the other side? If not, then what kind of material is it? She then places the same hand on her chin. Since a little nail won't work, there has to be another way.
She clicks her finger. She has found a solution. "Hang on a sec, Mike. I'll be right back." She walks away from the turtle and the wall to go get the solution. On second later, she comes back with the solution in the form of a bigger nail and a sledgehammer. She hands the objects to the now overjoyed turtle that drops the hammer and small nail to the ground. "Ok, now try."
Finally, something that will get the job done. Now with the proper tools in his hand, Mikey faces the wall once more. He spins the sledgehammer around in his grip. "All right, tough guy," he speaks in a very weird accent. Sally could roll her eyes. Mikey stops spinning the sledgehammer. "Let's dance!"
Let's see if it works this time. Placing the large nail where the crack is, Mikey holds it in position with the string over it. Mikey swings the hammer back and with one big "Yah!", he slams it into the nail into the wall in one hit.
Mikey has successfully nailed the sign in the wall. He moves the picture up on the side a bit to make it look straight.
Sally nods at the work that her brother did. "Perfect!" I guess a little force did the job done.
Especially if the wall starts to rumble a bit. And Sal here didn't need to sense this one out.
Both the smiles went away from the ninjas' face. The small crack on the wall began to grow as bits of dust and debris starts to fall from the same spot. The two teens both backed away from it.
"Uh-oh," Mikey mumbled as the wall started to crumble a lot more space as well as the sign. Did Mikey accidently hit a weak point in the whole place? It has only been a month since they moved into their new home and Mikey here has already started cave-in. If this continues, it will surely bring the whole Lair down. And the family will have to find a new home. This must be a new record.
More pieces fall down. To avoid any more trouble, Mikey quickly passes the sledgehammer back to his human sister. "Nice going, Sal!" the cheeky orange turtle quickly crossed his arms over; erasing any evidences of his involvement.
First, a bit worried, then surprised from Mikey giving her the sledgehammer, and now, angry at Mikey for giving her the sledgehammer. The kunoichi gives a glare and a snarl at the turtle.
She can't believe her little brother would blame her for the mess that he caused that could destroy their home! But he didn't have the sledgehammer in the first place. After all, Sal was the one who did give the bigger tools to the troublemaker in the first place.
She would normally use her fists to deal with hooligans. But since she has the sledgehammer in her hand, she was just about to do what Raph almost did before. Only a lot worse.
Before she can deal with any serious damage, they both covered their eyes when dust begins to envelop them. The rumble went on for a few seconds until it stopped.
Sally moved her arm down a bit and her eyes peeped open. And they went wide open. "Huh?" she drops her arm while keeping an eye of what's in front of her and the turtle. "Uh,…M-Mikey?"
The orange ninja too removed his arm from his view. He couldn't it too. He was astonished as his sister. "Uh,…guys…looky what we found."
Mikey steps closer to the door. What is standing in front of them is nothing they have ever seen before. It was a large blue door in the shape of a hexagon and has cyan swirls that go in a diagonal. Not to mention it doesn't have a door.
The wreckage that only fallen was giving this strange door a clear path.
Sally drops the sledge hammer as she stares at the craftsmanship with amazement. "Whoa…" When she first arrived here, her sensing powers went a bit off. It is because it was giving a great kind of power, but doesn't know if it is either good or evil. Maybe there is more to this door and the cavern than meets the eye?
The only thing in front of this mysterious new doorway is the pile of rock and two ninjas with three more coming up behind them.
"It's a door of some kind," Donnie theories as he comes closer to entrance. He is always very curious when it comes to something from the unknown. His entire family is right behind him.
Leo was being caution as always. Whatever this door is, it could be trouble. "Be careful," he whispers into his brother's ears.
Mikey still has his worried look on him as he looks to his older brother. "Why are we whispering?" he asked in a quiet voice while holding his hand against his face. Don and Leo completely stare at him. They were being alert like all ninjas do. Sally even smacked her head at his stupidity. Master Splinter was the only one who still had his eyes on the mysterious new addition to his home. Mikey just simply shrugs at this as the others all turned back to the door.
Knowing it is in fact a door, then where is the doorknob? Every door has one! Or maybe it is something like in those sci-fi shows like Star Trek where the door pops open with the touch or motion. Guess there is only one way to find out.
As carefully as he is, Don slowly reaches his hand out and places it on the blue surface. It only took the touch of the reptile's skin for it to automatically slide open. Not before releasing a foul smelling smoke that escapes the enclosed room.
The family all took a step back to avoid the vulgar gas but manage to close their noses up despite getting a good whiff of it. Imagine a family of skunk who have been stuck in that room, and died….for a hundred years. That is the scent that you're smelling.
Don waved his hand right in front of his nose. He and his family may have lived in the reeking sewers; this was probably the smelliest thing that they have ever dealt with. "Whew! That's some stank."
Mikey decided to pull the classic gas jokes. "Don't look at me, my brother." He looks at Don who turns to him. "Remember, he who smelt it dealt it."
"And he who denied it supplied it!" Sally added as Mikey gives her a glare. She didn't even care. It was for getting back at the troublemaker himself.
The smoke from the secretive room began to disappear into the main area. It was no longer given off the strange smell as it has already evaporated into thin air. As curious as they are now, they all entered the room with Don leading the pack. After taking the first few steps in, the room suddenly lights up! More like the strange markings on the walls began to hum as they glow. They all stopped to gasp at this. It's like they have stepped into a whole new world. Something from a fictional movie or some sorts.
As the glowing lights up, so does these strange lights just engraved into the wall. What is interesting is that the walls here are very much the same as the walls in their home. There is definitely a connection with the new Lair and this particular room. They all looked up to see a large crystal chandelier-like hanging right above them. That is when Mikey then realized something. Something that he has seen before.
"Hey," he points to the crystals that are carved into the walls, "I found a bunch of these crystals while I was cleaning up the Lair." He turns around to see more. "They were all broken, though." Well, that is one mysterious that the gang need to figure out of their new digs.
Don, on the other hand, was all the most curious one of all. As an expert on all things technologies, it should be like any other room in the Lair that he can hack or wired into. But there was nothing that he can use his tools on. He was standing near the doorway looking for a switch for the room. So far, he has found nothing. The brainy turtle was speechless about this new area. He holds his hands out to the side. "Where's the power source for this room?"
Sally might have another theory to this bizarre chamber. "Guys? This…may sound crazy or not, but I think these so-called crystals are the power source for this room."
Leo looks to her. "Are you sure?" When it comes to anything supernatural, Sally is the first person he always goes to.
Sally looks at one crystal after another. "Trust me. When we first came here, my senses went off the charts when I had a look around." That could be the only possibility.
He may not side with his sister when to come to magic, Don moves a bit closer to the others. He still thinks that something electronic might be involved with this. "Well, I don't see any wires or—"
The main doors slams behind him before he could even finish the sentence. The family of ninjas find themselves trapped in the room; a room that they are not very familiar with! Before they can do anything, the small enclosed space begins to shake. Along with some humming.
The blue turtle was the first to look up; followed by the rest of his family. "Hey, are we moving?"
(On the streets, Manhattan, NY – 6:21pm)
Casey Jones was already charging in like bull heading for a red target. And the red target himself is the green turtle wearing a red bandana. Holding his two bats at the strange fellow, the Vigilante yells at the top of his lungs before swinging down the bat in his left hand onto the turtle. But Raph manages to block the attack with his Sai and holds it in his grasp. The masked fighter tries all his might to push the weird green dude down while the weird green dude tries his might to hold him off.
Before, it was Raph was who charging at him. But now, it was Casey.
"Hey, you gotta listen to me. You're angry. I can understand that, believe me," Raphael talks to the angriest fighter that he has ever met. It was like a home movie played inside his mind about tonight's earliest events. He has witness it. He does not want to go through with it again. And he does not want this guy to go down the same path as his. Casey continued to fight back and Raph keeps on talking. "…but what if you grab the wrong guy? What if you go too far,…" Casey yanks his bat back and holds in a swinging position like he was in a baseball game. "...get yourself in real trouble?"
(If anyone has been reading their adventures from the beginning including this chapter, they would understand.)
The turtle's words would hope to go through to Casey. But the Vigilante would not just listen.
Bozo here would not understand what I'M going through! It's my business, MY TROUBLE, FREAK!
Casey whacks the turtle across the alleyway with his right bat. The turtle was sent flying hard into the wall by his shell. He falls to the ground; a bit dazed from the whacks of the bats and the impacts from the falls. But he manages to quickly stand up as the hockey mask rebel towers over the ninja' holding his two weapons high above his head.
"I got my reasons for doing what I do, and they got nothing to do with you!" Casey replies to his opponent. All he has to do was a nasty slam to the head the turtle goes down, right? It would be a piece of cake if he wasn't such a skilled fighter. The turtle manages to stop the attack with his Sais; saving his head from being smashed opens and let his brain spill out. Okay that would be gross for someone with an upset stomach.
Raph was getting ticked off. Since all this talking didn't work for the human, it was time to show what real rage is. "Fine. All you want to do is fight?"
He pushes the bats to the side; away from his path, jumps a little in the air and kicks the fierce rebel back; causing him to fall back and losing his grip on his bats. The turtle was absolutely fuming now. And once he is flaming mad, there is no stopping him. He walks up to the fallen solider with his weapons in hand. "Let's fight!"
But Raph was too blinded by his rage to see Casey picking up one of his bat. And he didn't have enough time to dodge the next move when Casey swings his bat, knocks the ninja back and slides into two full trash cans.
He sits up. "Huh?" He then lets out a snarling growl with a snarling sneer. He couldn't believe the fighter just did that to him? The ninja was once again really angry…with the hint of smelly. It was time to official end this.
Casey manages to stand up and pulls out his next weapon: a golf club. Just as he pulled out the club, Raph regains himself and comes in flying. He delivers an aerial kick into the masked rebel; sends him flying into the wall, dropping his weapon in the process.
Casey Jones was now down. And now, it was time for Raphael to finish the job. Once and for all.
The green ninja comes up to his rival. He was planning to smash the face of the one guy who pushed him more ways than one. He grabs hold of his mask and rips it off; snapping the strap off as well.
Say good night, hockey bo—
But Casey's expression was for one second stunned before giving the turtle a more of a threatening look. One very similar to what Raph gave to his little brother when he…
The same wave of guilt washed over the mutant once more. No longer was he furious. No longer was he blinded by rage. Now, he was shocked. For what he was about to do to this stranger was the same way he was about to do to his own flesh and blood. He made a promise earlier that he would not go through this again. Not until he has the flame burning inside of him under control like a true master. Just like what Master Splinter said.
He was now brought back to reality as he takes a few deep breaths. His blood-pressure was somewhat going down a bit. He still has the mask in his grasp. "What—what am I doing?" Casey was rubbing the sore part of his head; the one where he made contact with the wall from the impact. "We're on the same side. We shouldn't be fighting," he said; shaking his head. He then bends down and gently grabs Casey by the forearm. "We both just need to get ahold of ourselves,…" But the turtle was too busy to notice that the human has picked up something. "…take it easy, chill."
The human stands up as the turtle gives back his mask. The expression on Casey's face shows a bit of remorse. Maybe Raph's advice actually got through to him? Maybe from the beating that he almost endured? If so, guess there now two hotheads who got their temper under control.
Casey takes a deep breath too. "You know, you're right," he replies to the mutant. He then bows his head. "You've shown me the error of my ways." Really? Wow! I guess all it took to say a few words, beat him up a little to get my po—
"Not!" What?
Casey quickly swings his golf club up. "Fore!" And whacks the turtle square in the face! The turtle, for third time or more tonight, goes flying into the trach cans…again. He was now stinker than before from the muddy mess.
The Vigilant laughs at his amusement at how gullible the reptile can really be. He would not fall for this too easily. The turtle sits up from another whack to the face. He was almost seeing stars now. He looks up to the chuckling maniac. "I can't believe you fell for that!" he continues to laugh as he runs off; away from the green mutant.
Raph could not believe this.
He tricked me!
Hockey boy…tricked…ME!
At first, he was mad, then full of remorse, and finally, mad as ever once more. He thought he would be able to change the dude's mind. But guess it takes a lot more than words and violence to change his 'tude. And he fooled him. Guess this happens when you lower your guard to people. Even to thugs and Vigilante. That way, they can deliver something unsuspected.
If this was Sally in this situation, he would be cowering his boots if he did that to a girl. But he was a turtle, so it was no exception.
Raph does another frustrated growl, stands up and chase after the nutcase. This was going to be a long night for him if this keeps up…
(An abandoned Warehouse, Manhattan, NY – 6:23pm)
Inside a shut-down place, you should be able to find out-date furniture, rusted and broken machines and other things lying among the deserted warehouse. Looks normal, right?
Not if you count a portion of the floor opening up, emitting smoke out of it. The floor itself begins to split up into a few panels to reveal a large blue stone; rising out of the concrete ground. The panels then disappear under the large hut-like. The outlier of the stone is very similar to the door that was located in a certain Lair that is housed by five mutants and a human.
The door of the chamber flips down; creating a small ramp, thus revealing the same four mutants and a human girl from the "strange room".
They were all stunned. No longer that they are in the Lair – their home – and now, they have found themselves inside of another room. Which it is a lot different.
Splinter was now leading the team as they all slowly stepped out of the new room and find themselves in a different one. "Where the shell are we?" Mikey quietly wonders. He sounds like he has enough surprises for one lifetime.
Wondering about their new surroundings, Donatello decided to find out for himself. He goes over to the large steel door. He bends down, grabs hold of the handle and pulls it up. As the door slides open, the light from the other side illuminates up the whole room.
Their new surrounds is an empty lot with damaged cars and truck parked just beside them and the place is barracked by wire fences all excerpts for the entrance which it is large enough for a truck to drive in and out. The rest of Donnie's family joined him to see for themselves.
"So the weird glowing chamber brings up to street level?" Don said. Looks like the strange room is an elevator of some-sorts. But who created it is another mystery to figure out.
"Guess so," Sally replied. And their location is on the corner of Eastman and Laird.
Splinter will be the judge of whether this place is…safe. The rat turns away from his children and takes a few steps whilst sniffing the room. "Hmm." The teens all looked at their father. After taking a few whiffs, he makes his way back to the elevator. "This warehouse has been abandoned for many, many years."
It's true. This place is filled with rusted parts and every table, chair and shelves in the room is filled with dust and…various leaving from certain rodents. But this room… is needed for something. And that is when Mikey gets an idea.
He walks a few steps towards his father. "Great space, but it needs something." He places his hand to his chin. Although it looks like he was thinking, he already has an idea in his head. "Hmm, bathtub? No. Kitchenette? Nuh-uh."
Leo and Sally all turned to Don. They all have a feeling of where this is going.
"I know!' Mikey speaks as he removed his hand and points to the left side of the warehouse. "A souped-up Battle Shell will be perfect right here!" But he then shakes his head and points to the middle of the room as his three older siblings now looking at each other. "No, no, right here is the perfect spot to keep a souped-up Battle Shell. No, no, here!" and walks to the exact spot for their new wheels.
Leo turns to look at Mikey with his hands on his hips with Sally's arms crossed over and Don grabbing hold of the steel door handle. "I think he's trying to tell you something, Donnie," the blue turtle said as the brainiac turtle pulls the door down; killing out the light.
He sure is.
Wherever the Battle Shell will be placed that Mikey is bumbling about, it will go in the warehouse. And it will be on Donnie's list of things to do.
(On the streets, Manhattan, NY – 6:24pm)
It has only been a few alleyways that the red turtle went through and he can't seem to find the runaway masked rebel of his. It shouldn't be that hard to find the guy with a hockey mask on with a red singlet, blue pants and a golf bag full of sports gear and such. And even if he can't find the guy, he still knows what his face looks like after pulling his mask off.
After a short minute, he comes to a halt. He now finds himself in a blocked off alley. He just hoped that he is trapped in that alleyway so he can teach him a lesson. It was only for tricking the mutant for being gullible. But Raph here, he was trying to help the fighter deal with his anger. Believe the turtle, he has been there. He just doesn't want anyone going down the same path.
Raph has his fist all clutch up. He wouldn't mind a little payback for getting whacked in the face a number of times. "I know that big dope is around here somewhere," he muttered to himself.
Man, he just wished he has his sister with him. Having the ability to sense any living thing within a mile away can really come in handle. But as a ninja, he has a different kind of sixth sense. Not like Sal's at all.
The Good News? Casey was not far from him. The Bad News? He has one more trick up his sleeves.
Raph continues to look around. The ninja has got a feeling that he is close by. Raph looks behind to make sure that he doesn't—
RROOOVM!
Wait a sec. That sounds like—
A headlight went on in the turtle's direction. Raph looks to the light but was blinded by the brightness of it. Casey Jones was revving forward at a speedy pace. Wearing his mask, a helmet and holding his hockey stick in the air, the Vigilante then places the end of the stick on the ground. Raph didn't have time to get away because he was still blinded from the headlight. With Casey still speedy towards him, it looks like Raph was like a deer in the headlights.
As Casey got closer, the hockey stick he is holding slides on the ground and manages to hook the turtle by the feet and trips him up. Raph falls flat on his shell as Casey comes to a screeching halt on his motorcycle and faces him. That would explain why he was going fast from Raph's point of view.
His hockey stick was now back in the air as Casey decided to leave him a message. "I got more where that came from, freak boy! You want a rematch?! Check me out Friday night – Central Park," he requested to the turtle. Still keeping his eyes on him, Casey puts his other hand on the handle. "Adios, LOSER!" he then revs up as Raph gets up on his feet from another whack to him, but down below this time. He lets out another growl for the tenth time tonight and gets up.
"Come back here, you—" but Casey didn't have a chance to stay and chat. Because he has already disappeared around the corner. Raph lets out a tired groan. "…nuts."
The turtle was already too tired to chase him anyway. At least, he has another chance to make things right with the nutcase. But right now, he needs to go home and rest. I think he has been out long enough to think about what he has done.
Casey rides out of the alleyway and disappears to his quarter to turn in for the night. But he has a lot to prepare for the upcoming match later in the week. But it wasn't going to be just the two of them on Friday night.
Seeing the Vigilante coming out of the alleyway from across the streets, out pops out the yellow spiky hair thug. Despite getting almost smashed by the hockey masked rebel, he manages to stay behind in the shadows to witness the whole scene. Including when the rematch is going to happen.
Pulling out his mobile phone, he dials up the number. It was time to call the Big Man. He picks up as the yellow thug places his phone against his ear. "Yo, Dragon Face, it's that guy—" he points to the distant, "—the one with the hockey mask. He's been fighting with some weirdo in a bug costume,"
If the guy in the bug costume heard him, he would been smashed by him and not by the one with the hockey mask.
(Unknown, Manhattan, NY – 6:25pm)
"…but I know where he'll be on Friday night."
The Big Man himself, with one foot leaning on a box, was in an unknown warehouse with the door wide open and a skylight to let some light in is where he has station himself as his boys are on the streets doing their…missions. Standing near a pool table as the place is pitch-black. But not as pitch-black to see what he is wearing.
In the dim light, he is wearing a black t-shirt with a grey vest with two purple 'T' on the front and a pair of black pants with purple flames on it. He has a pair of black finger-less gloves with knuckles braces and grey cuffs with metal spikes attached to it, a leather belt with a grey belt buckle with studs all over, and a pair of black boots with grey laces. Most of his head is bald with a small patch of his light green hair that is tied up in a tight ponytail and a light goatee on his chin
There is a reason why they call him Dragon Face. 'Cause of the tattoo that has the picture of the dragon on his face and its tail that goes around his neck.
Right now, he is the de facto of the Purple Dragons. As for the previous leader,…well…rumours has it that John, went to see the Top Dog of the Criminal Underworld. Never came back. It was time for Dragon Face to step up and take the mantel.
Right now, Dragon Face isn't too happy with the recent interferes of this Vigilante for a while. And it was time to put a halt on it.
"I want that hockey-mask-wearing Vigilante's head on a plate," he said; clenching one of his fist to show that he is not too happy about it and that he is tired of him. There was another leader of the PD but right now, he has got missions to attend to in high level of the food chain. He unfurls his hand before laying down the command. "Put everyone on alert – everyone." He clenches his fist – and his eyes. "This guy's been messing with our business for months. It's time we started messing with him."
And he means it. Because nobody messes with the Purple Dragons. But Casey Jones – the Street Vigilante - is not the only one who is gonna be in trouble on Friday Night.
(In the Lair, Manhattan, NY, 6:40pm)
With the abandoned area above them and the new room turns out to be an elevator, the team has found a way to get to the surface level much quicker. Especially for the human of the family who would love to do daily trips to the surface to visit her friend April O'Neil.
It has also come to a conclusion that Don will use the armoured truck as transportation for the family; thus making a certain turtle happy.
After getting the truck back from the old drainage junction where they last left it, they all took the new elevator back down to the Lair. They still don't know who made the lift – and their home - in the first place, but they will find out.
The same sound that was made for going up was coming down too as the doors slide open to reveal the family of ninjas as they all walked out from their little expedition.
"I don't know who could have built this thing," Leo spoke up as the doors closes behind; taking them off guard a little, "but if we're going to use it, we're going to need safety precautions and extra security up in the warehouse." Anything to make their home a lot more safe and hidden from plain sight.
Sally behind to her techy brother. "Think you can do it, Don?"
The purple turtle has no trouble answering that question. "Piece of pie," he positively replies that as his family turns to face him. He can handle anything that involved using his tools and anything that he can hack into. Isn't it piece of cake?
"Mmm," Mikey had his eyes closed when he heard the special word, "piece of pizza pie." The joyful turtle then begins to daydream the deliciousness of the greasy food in his mind. Never mind.
But he has to snap out of his dream as they all heard the sound of the main door rattling open. That could only mean one thing. The family all turned their attention to see the very familiar red turtle heading their way.
Since he was the one who almost got clobbered by Raph, Mikey was the one to speak up first; waving his hand in the air. "Welcome home, Raph." But the tough turtle was all silent. He takes a good look of his older brother's face. He looks all pretty worn-out. Guess he took his time well to blow off some steam. Or maybe a little bit more if he ran into something. Maybe he did?
Mikey drop his hand. "Man, you look like you got the shell kicked out of you."
Raph sure did. After his run-in with the so-called Vigilante, it was also enough for him to be this exhausted but have enough energy to get back home. Not to mention he has got something else on his mind. And his family would pretty much know what.
Raph halts in front of his family and begins to speak. "Yeah, it's a long story, but first I—" he looks down at his hands in front of him as he tries to find the right words to say about what he has been through, "I-I wanted to apologize." He looks up to see his little brother. He was just glad that Leo was able to stop him from messing up his face. Not all bloody and bruised. That is the one image that he does not want to see. "Mikey, I'm sorry I got so out of control earlier." He looks to the rest of his family; dropping his hands to his side in defeat. "Guys, I'm really sorry."
Raph hangs his head in shame of his mistakes. But the orange turtle wasn't angry with his bog brother. He comes to his side and places his hand on the trouble turtle. "Hey, don't sweat it, bro," Mikey acknowledges him; delivering a playful punch in the arm.
It is a good thing that Mikey can easily forgive his family for any mistakes that they have done over the years. Even if they didn't mean to. Even Sally understands her turtle brother. She too has issues with her temper and when things get out of hand, she learns her mistakes.
Leo was the next one to speak up. "All right,…" the blue turtle then points to his younger brother, "…who are you, and what have you done with our brother Raphael?" he comically jested to him. He may be joking but he was used to having the loud and angry Raphael that he and the others grew up with. Sally does a bit of a giggle at that remark.
Raph didn't flinch at all. He was just relieved to have his family forgiven him for what he tried to do. Mikey still had his hands on the red turtle's shoulders. "Let's just say I had a chance to think about the way I been acting," he clarified. He looks at his baby brother and says the next thing that Mikey would love to hear. "I'll fill you in over dinner."
This puts a bigger grin on the orange turtle. "Dinner? Now you're talking my language."
As Leo, Don, Spilnter and Sally all turned to head for the kitchen; Raph gives a chuckle and playfully whacks Mikey on the shell. That is the only violence he can do on the baby ninja of the family. "What language is that, Mikey? Nitwit?" He always finds a way to give a good poke to the side on Mikey.
They both followed the rest of the family. "Haw haw. Listen to the funny mutant," Mikey sarcastically replies before playfully whacking his brother back on the shell. Now, they can all enjoy a nice meal together like an ordinary family…
(Much later…at 8:30pm)
…so the teens can sneak out later tonight. The Lair was now pitch-black. Meaning everyone in the family is sleep. Everyone except for the five teenagers. After Raph has told them his time outside, he mention the Vigilante that he tangle with. He told them about the rage that he is carrying, very similar to the red turtle. And since he get through to him the first try, he is gonna need all the help he can get.
"I…don't know, Raph. We should probably tell Master Splinter."
Leo was the first to go against this. He does like to go up to the surface as much as his siblings. But he doesn't and for two reason. 1) He doesn't want to disappoint Master Splinter. And 2) he also doesn't want to be seen by the public. Sally has no trouble going to the surface world, for the obvious reason. She has been hanging out with April for the past month; learning on more what she can on the human world.
In order to go and find the nutcase that Raph was talking about, they decided to wait until their father has turned in for the night. They did it before when they were following the Mousers to Stocktronics just a month ago. And among other times. Raph manages to wake up his brothers and sister for the attempt to sneak out without getting caught by their father.
With all four of his siblings in favour, Leo couldn't help but by worried about the idea. They are all walking across the Lair. They decided to use the front door as it doesn't make too much noise, unlike the new elevator that they discovered.
"And have him stop us going topside? We have to find that vigilante wack-bag and stop him…for his own good," Raph quietly explains to his family. "He's not a bad, just a little misguided."
Remind you of anyone, Raph?
Going against their father's wishes, now that would be difficult. Plus, Leo worries too much. If he worries too much, it will lead to fear and so forth.
In the shadows, you can hardly see anything. All excepts for a grey figure; standing just a ledge up. He was watching them for a while as the teens have no knowledge of their father wide awake. Not Sally. She senses a presence in the room and looks to her right. She sees a small figure.
She comes to a stop when she sees a grey hand making its way to a certain box on the pillar.
"Uh, guys…"
The grey hand grabs hold of the handle and flips it up.
Sally places her hand on her head. "Oh, boy," the human mutters to herself.
The darkness has disappeared so the room lights up. The Turtles came to a halt and whips their heads around to their rat father; very irritated now. His hand was still on the lever that controls the power of the light switch.
And the light switch happens to be located next to his room. That way, he can catch any of his children sneaking out without his permission. And now, he does.
"Ahem."
The teens pulled the most panicky look on their faces. It was a horror movie waiting to happening. And their father was the killer; waiting in the dark for him to pounce on the group.
"Busted," Mikey croaked. Busted indeed.
The rat looks at them with the sternest expression on his face. "How many times have I told you not to sneak up to the surface?"
Mikey turns to his smartest brother; placing his index fingers together. "This month?"
"512, actually," Don answered. And most of those times are with Sally and she's human.
Splinter walks up to his children as Sally comes to his side with her hand to her side. "And I thought I was allowed to go to the surface from now on."
The rat looks over to his daughter; shaking his head. "But not your brothers they are not."
She knows why. They all know why. Because the boys of the family are mutants. Splinter looks towards his sons. "It is dangerous for you to go about openly in the world above. You cannot simply walk amongst the humans." But Sally can. And, once again, she's human. Splinter presses on the dangers of the world above whilst shaking his head. "They will not accept who and what you are."
So, what is the point of all this? The guys are old enough to take care of themselves. They should be able to go up to the surface but stay out of sight from the public eye. But the rat was not done yet. "It is as the great sage and warrior Kenji Hashimura once said," The teens all waited to hear the famous quote as the rat holds up his finger.
"Why walk when you can ride?"
The teens were now confused. Did a great sage say something like that? What's the meaning behind it?
Raph just had to ask; titling his head to the side. "Come again?" But the rat doesn't say anything. Only a calm smile.
A smile that Sally knows very well. It seems Master Splinter has trusted his children long enough for them to go to the surface on their own. As long as they don't get spotted by authorities or have a vehicle with them. And that is why Splinter takes them to the elevator. Raph was the first one to touch the door as it slides open for the new passage.
"Take the truck," the rat advises them; gesturing his hand to the lift. Once by one, the teens enter the elevator. The rodent places his hand behind his back with the other with his eyes closed. He has now trusted his guts with his decision; just like when they first met April.
In the same place in the warehouse, the portion of the floor begins to light up, opening up, thus releasing smoke out of it. The fraction of the floor itself begins to split up into a few panels as the elevator rise up from the ground. The panels then disappear under the new elevator. The door flips open for the teens as they turned their attention on the armoured truck that was parked nearby.
Before they can handle the Vigilant, they have got one thing to do before they move on to the next part of the mission.
"All right," Raph announce, "we've got until Friday night to make this bad boy Turtle-ready."
"Let's get to work," Don added as he and others head out.
The Teenage Ninjas are now on a mission. With the deadline on Friday night, it gives them a few days to customise the armoured truck into their very own Battle Shell. With the best engineer on their team, they'll get it down soon enough and will have the greatest, most awesome, the slickest run of that they have ever seen.
Don got started as he starts his own hand-held wielding torch. Leo and Raph had their hands full with the sledgehammers. Sally got to work with a special tool that cut steel but didn't seem to be a problem as she used her strength and helped the guys with the sanding tools. They managed to change the wheels and added the extra two wheels. Mikey gets his hand on a spray can, aims on the truck's side, covers his mouth & nose and sprays the vehicle. Don was back to his wielding with his goggles on as he puts the finishing touches.
(Days later – 7:30pm)
Friday night has finally come, but has their masterpiece been completed?
Well,…after a few hard working days, the have finally finished the Battle Shell!
The five teens all took a step back to admire their work. Raph was the first to say about the appearance. "Now this is a ride."
The outside of the Battle Shell is a lot different from what the armoured truck used to be. With the entire hull dark green, there are orange compartments on the sides that contain rocket missiles. The window rim and rails in the front are painted silver steel. Extra headlights were placed on top of the truck, and instead of a four wheels, this puppy was riding on six!
Inside the truck ha the two seats with a couple of extras in the back where the communication, navigation and weaponry system is located. They are online with the built-in satellite and are ready to rock n' roll! The ninjas are very pleased with their success.
Although at first, Don mention he didn't have the time to construct the truck and where to park it, he was rather pleased with himself because of his engineering skills. He pulls off his goggles. "You ain't seen nothing yet. Let's roll!" They all hoped into the Battle Shell and buckled up. With the purple turtle in the driver's seat (and the only one who has driven once in his life), he flicks on a few switches to start up the truck. The Turbo Boosters kicks in. The steel door of the warehouse rolls up with the vehicle's front headlights on, the Battle Shell takes off from the warehouse, makes a sharp left and into the streets.
Coming up to Central Park, just as he schedule the match with the green freak, Casey Jones, dressed head-to-toe with his gear, helmet, usual street fighting clothes and his hockey mask, is riding his motorcycle. He may have won the first round, but he wanted to make sure that he is ready to win round two.
Seeing the entry to the famous park, he makes the left turn. Thinking he was alone on the streets with a few individuals, out pops a shady figure in the alleyway. A few days ago, he and a number of thugs were put on the look-out by their boss for the Vigilante. And this blue spikey hair thug just spotted him. He manages to pull out his phone and called him up.
"I got him, Dragon Face. He's in the park," he reported.
"We're on our way. He ain't getting out of that park, not on two feet anyway."
All the punk has to do was now wait for the boys to arrive.
Coming up the same road not far from the entrance, a peculiar vehicle was driving by the park. A peculiar truck that is in a shade of green with orange compartments on the sides and it is driven by a mutant with his family.
Mikey was sitting in the front seat with his bro while Raph and Sally all took the back seats which leave Leo standing up. Sally remembers coming to the park for the first time. It was on her birthday and it is where she met and made her first human friends. She was wondering what they are doing right now. But right now, Raph was the one who has his arms crossed over. He is aching to get out of the truck and hunt down Casey Jones. They either might have missed him or he is not showing. Probably not the latter or the former. Make that waiting for him.
Donatello was not just the driver, but also the tour guide for this ride. The others hope that he doesn't charge them for fees.
"…and on your left is Central Park, 843 acres of landscaped beauty in the center of the city…"
As he talks, Sally's mind begins to tingle once more. It was not painful. With her eyes closed and her hand to her forehead, she begins to focus. Leo notices this. He can tell that there is something heading this way. The kunoichi speaks up. "Umm, Don. I hate to interrupt your lesson for your class today," she open her eyes to see her brothers all looking at her, "but I sense a figure coming up behind on our left and he is on a motorcycle."
Raph uncrossed his arms. A figure on a motorcycle… That could only mean one thing. The red turtle looks to the window on his left and sees who came into the park.
"Yeah, you're right! There he is!" Raph cried. The guy on the motorcycle zooms past the vehicle and speed away.
It was him! Casey Jones. And right on time. Good thing Sally was able to sense him in time. Now that he is here, Raph now needs to get to him. He unbuckles his seat belt and moves to the front with one hand on the driver's seat.
"Floor it, Don! Keep up with him!" Raph order the driver; keeping his eyes on the runaway rebel. But Don has another surprise for the hothead. Something that he would very much enjoy it.
"You go get him, Raph," Don instructed. Raph looks to his brother; oddly. Get him? How the heck am I supposed to get him while I'm in the truck? That is when Don's surprise comes in. The driver points his thumb to the back. "I whipped up something special for you." He puts his hand back on the driver's wheel. "It's in the back."
In the back, eh? Decided not to question him, Raph did what his brother told him. He walks pass the back seats and was now in the back part of the Battle Shell. Leo takes the empty seat. Raph comes to a halt as he is speechless to see what he is seeing. Right in front of him was another kind of vehicle but smaller and faster than the Battle Shell. The cowl cover, the seat, the front and the windshield are in a nice colour of red – the same colour as his bandana. The rest of the bike has a nice shade of grey and black. It also has two turbo boosters on the left side on the back wheel and on the seat was a nice red helmet.
Raph could not believe his little brother built something that he has been dying for a long time.
"Like it? I call it…" Raphs goes over to pick up the helmet, "…the Shell Cycle."
Don has built a motorcycle for Raphael. He must have built this when they were working on the truck. Don is full of surprises. The red turtle has only one thing to say to his brother. "Donatello, you are the turtle."
As Raph puts on his new helmet and revs up his bike, Don and Mikey looks to each other. The smart turtle was once again praised by his achievements. Pressing a button, the back doors swing open allowing Raph to ride out on his Shell Cycle and lands nicely on the streets with the help of the boosters.
He revs up the throttle and races down the streets. He does a bit of a wheelie before racing pass his brothers and sister. He comes up to the entrance of the park and makes a right turn; leaving his siblings to find another way into the park.
Sally watches her brother disappear into the park; hoping to settle the score and come through to the Vigilante. Not to mention that she likes Raph's ride.
"Man, Don. I wish you had enough time to make another one 'cause I could really use one," Sally spoke.
The purple turtle knew she would say something like that. That is why he has another surprise in store as well. "Well, why do you think I have another one built back at the warehouse before we left?"
Sally whips to face the turtle. "You did?"
Don's only answer was a nod. Her little brother, Donatello, has not just built one but two Shell Cycle? Well, one was in the truck and the other that Don mention must be back at home which Sally did not knew as well. The kunoichi said the one thing that just came to mind.
"I love you, bro."
Casey was still riding in the clear part of Central park. He was still waiting for his opponent to show up so they can get started. What he wasn't expecting was another sound of another motorcycle coming up behind him. He looks behind to see a green skinned rider on a red bike.
It's him and right on time.
But Casey Jones was not an easy combatant. He hits the throttle and speeds up a little; trying to outrun the turtle. But Raphael proves him wrong. Knowing that his brother special designed this for him, he hits the accelerate and manages to catch up to the human.
Raph was now right beside him. "Hey, hotshot, slow it down!" he shouted. Bust Casey didn't listen to him. He speeds up once more as the turtle does the same thing. They both come to another street within the park as Casey does a sharp turn to the left and Raph follows in pursuit by doing another wheelie. Coming up to another corner and Casey turns to the right. So does Raph. No matter how hard Casey tries to shake him off, Raph is always right behind him and not so easily shaken off.
Raph does the third wheelie before riding up his right. "Pull over!"
Casey ignores him again. He speeds up before Raph comes up to his left again. Raph decided to hit the brakes on him but what he was about to do was absolutely crazy. So kids, don't try this at home.
"I said…" Raph reaches his right hand for Casey's handle, "…pull over!" The turtle grabs the handle and clutches the brakes! Slamming the brakes on the front wheel of the Vigilante's bike, it sends the human flying out of his seat. The bike falls on its side and was now skidding on the concrete ground. Casey finally lands on the ground with his weapons and bags all scattered on the ground. His bike keeps on moving but manages to miss him as it still keeps on sliding.
Got his rival out of his seat, Raph hits his own brakes and brings his bike to a screeching halt. Just only a couple yards away from Casey, Raph can see very clearly that the Vigilante was regaining himself from the sudden stop. It would only be a matter of time before he gets up again and speeds away.
"Time for a little shell shock," he said to himself. He hits the throttle and speeds towards Casey. The human manages to get onto his feet; holding the strap of his golf bag but before he can do anything, Raph comes close enough to jump off his bike and tackles Casey to ground as the human's helmet comes flying off from the impact. The Vigilante now has two nasty bruises, thanks to the green freak.
Raph rolls off of him and looks up a bit. He sees the Shell Cycle slowing down a bit before it comes to a complete stop and falls down on its side. Raph looks back to the fallen human who was groaning in pain.
Casey rubbed his head as he open his eyes. "I can't believe I just got my butt kicked by some giant frog!" he whines. If the thugs and punks of the Purple Dragons find out what happened, he will lose all his street cred. He looks up to see the giant frog taking off his helmet to reveal his red bandana.
"Turtle," Raph corrected him.
Casey quickly sits up. "Whatever." He was still mad at the giant fro—turtle for the trouble that he cause him from a few days ago and now.
Raph holds his helmet under his left arm. "Look, I'm no fan of The Purple Dragons either." He points his thumb to his chest to prove his point about being on the same side. "I'll help you take 'em down, but we gotta exercise just a little restraint." He gestures his hand out to help the hockey mask.
Although they have just met for only a little bit, Casey comes to understand that maybe,…just maybe… this guy doesn't want any trouble at all. Maybe, he has some level of rage that he feels. But he understands him at all. Casey doesn't still trust him. Not just yet. But he does take his helping hand as the turtle lift him up.
"Save it! You don't know what you're talking about," Casey countered. Telling the reason of why he bust up criminals is too much to tell. He doesn't want to talk about it. And the turtle doesn't even know about it.
Raphael looks calmly at him. "Try me."
Guess the green dude ain't going nowhere. Maybe…he wants to know. Shouldn't hurt to tell, right? I mean, he did come all this way to reason with him like he tried to reason with him a few days back. He pulls his mask up and rest above his head.
"Well,…"he looks to the sky, "…a long time ago, when I was a kid…"
(Manhattan, NY – Many years ago)
The burning building continues to grow higher. A lot higher than the young kid to be standing in front of it. If he doesn't move any second, he would be engulfed into the hungry flames as well. The kid himself was wearing a red singlet with a white t-shirt underneath and blue pants and a pair of blue training shoes. He too has long blue hair. Casey Jones was only nine years old to witness such a scene. But who is the cause of this catastrophic event? Ask the goons approaching the kid.
…some young punks were shaking my dad down for protection money. They were Purple Dragons.
One of them, apparently, was the largest of them all. He was pretty noticeable with the large dragon tattoo on his left arm. It was Hun. And the giant himself was now towering over the young kid.
When he didn't pay, they torched out store.
A glowering Casey put his clenched-up dukes up; ready for some payback, Hun easily grabs him by the shirt and shoves him up to the thug's face. Hun pokes young frighten Casey in the chest.
"You tell your old man, punk." Hun comes a bit closer to his face with the most threatening look on his face. "Next time, pay up, or else," the Dragon thug cautioned. He picks the kid and throws him; harshly, to the solid ground and placed his hands on his hips. After dealing with the kid and giving his message to give to his old man, Hun and the thugs all took off. Now, the child was left all alone on the streets, looks up and watches his father's store, burn to the ground, until there was nothing left but ashes and burnt wood.
The fire is now burning inside his eyes, and so were the tears that were about to escape.
Casey Jones still remember the burning sensation from the raging flame; destroying the building, and the raging feeling inside his heart. He was furious. For what these crooks did, he will never forgive them. Ever.
And this is followed by another tragic. This time, someone else was taken from the young Casey Jones' life…
(Central Park, Manhattan, NY – Present Day)
…and change him into what he is today. A street Vigilante; hunting down thugs and punks until he finds his way to the heart of Purple Dragons city.
Casey had his back turned to the turtle as the same flames picture in his eyes. At first, he has sadness; the same look from when he was a kid was now quickly changed to hard fury. He closes his eyes to shut the flames and was washed away by the on-coming water in his eyes.
As long as the Head of the Dragons is still around and his posse, Casey Jones will still keep on fighting. Not until they gone from existences. He made a promise to himself – and to his dad – a long time ago. His own personal vendetta.
Raph was listening to the story carefully. Now he fully understands why he has such a grudge with them and why he has business with the Purple Dragons. They took away his family's business – and possibly, a family member – at such a young age.
Casey manages wipe his tears away from the saddest event of his childhood and turns to face the turtle; still not fully trusting him. "So don't tell me how to deal with Purple Dragons," he sneered at the ninja.
He was not. Raph won't understand what he is going through but he does know about the rage that fills up inside of him. He can tell and plus, he has been there before. The mutant walks up to the human. "Just be careful," Raph advises him; placing a finger on Casey's chest; just where his heart is. "Your anger can take you down; make you act just like them." Raph removed his finger and looks down for a sec and looks back up again. He finally remembers – and understands – what his father meant after his first time; tussling with Casey. "My…father once told, a true warrior finds balance in all things."
Hearing these words, Casey was starting to get what he meant. To never let your rage take control of your life or it will destroy you from within. He crossed his arms over; taking an interest at the advice given to the small turtle himself. "Balance, huh?" Casey said, raising an eyebrow with a smile on his face. Maybe this turtle knows something?
Raph also gives a smile. "Well, you know," the turtle shrugs, "as much balance as a couple of hotheaded wack-bags like us can manage." The ninja crossed his arms over. It's OK to have some rage, but not just too much to destroy you.
"Me?" Casey's smile still perks up and points at the turtle. "You're the only wack-bag around here, doc." Look like Casey was starting to like and trust this new green fellow.
"Hey, I'm not half as crazy as you," Raph says, as he points to himself and then does a friendly punch into Casey's arm.
"Sorry, but for a little green dud, you are totally nuts," Casey replied; acknowledging him back with a playful punch to the turtle's arm as well.
"Yeah? Well, I'm not the one running around in a hockey mask," Raph pointed out. And that is saying something from a guy with a red mask on his face. But he has a reason why. So, what is Casey's reason?
The vigilante himself gestures to his face. "I gotta protect my good looks. I'm saving this face for Hollywood," he replies, pointing to one of his main features. That could explain why. Wearing a mask like that can bruise or break someone's knuckles with one punch and avoid any serious damage.
With each friendly banter that they pass on to each other, the two guys were started to get to know each other a bit better.
"Well, isn't this romantic?"
The guys were not aware of their surrounds. The sudden voice of a thug is what caught them off guard. While they were busy talking to each other, they didn't seem to noticed the company approaching them. They looked around to more than a dozen or so thugs that have surrounded them. Including one of them is the leader of the infamous thugs – the Purple Dragons.
Their leader – Dragon Face – wielding a steel pipe, approaches them; doing a few light taps in the hand with the weapon of choice. The Dragons are here and they are here for some unfinished business.
"So when you said I would go too far and get myself into trouble, you meant something like this?" Casey asked his new friend. He was now getting the feeling of the consequences of messing with the wrong crowd.
Raph has to drop his helmet so he would be hands free for the fight. "Something like," Raph answered. The two rebels were now back-to-back as the thugs were closing in. They looked around to see that they are now surrounded, with no way out.
Just when someone was about to throw the first move, more trouble came for the Purple Dragons when a couple of headlights shine on them; interrupting the fight. It was the Battle Shell! And just in a nick of time too as it rolled in in the last second. The sudden appearance of the truck scared the wits of the thugs as they scattered away from it, all except for the two fighters.
As the Battle Shell has come to a complete stop, the back doors popped open and out comes backup. It was Raph siblings as they all jumped out from the back and joined their brother and his new friend.
Casey was a bit surprised to see more of the green dudes, but he wasn't when he saw the human girl with them. He thought it was just the one giant turtle in the world but he was wrong. "Friends of yours?" he asked.
The entire team all got into a line with Casey just behind Raph. "Siblings, actually."
The human fighter looks to the other human in the far left of the line. She was a lot different from Raph and the other three turtles. They have green skin with no hair and she has peach skin with brown hair. They wear masks and she has a bandana. They have shells and she doesn't. And Raph calls her, along with the others, siblings?
He raised an eyebrow at Raph. He can tell that she is not a turtle. "Yeah, her? Long story."
The teens all pulled out their weapons except for Raph. "Well other than that, I can see the resemblances," Casey admits as it took a second for him to believe that he was not dreaming. Especially from the two impacts that was made from Raph himself.
Mikey looks up to the new human, who didn't freak like their new friend, April O'Neil. Maybe it was he had time with his big brother. "I'm the pretty one," he spoke.
Sally rolled her eyes. More like the special one.
Normally the Purple Dragons would have freaked out and ran away by the newcomers, but they weren't. Most of them have already dealt with them before. Just a month ago, when they pulled that heist, they came across them. But thanks to the ninjas, they have already one of their men gone. Whether they are in costume or not, they don't care. They still wanna take them down.
They still advance on the Vigilante and his new backup. Raph was the only teen who hasn't pulled out his weapons. He grabs them by the handles, twirls them around and holds them in position with one pointing upward and the other pointing down. Casey steps out in front of them, pulls down his mask, draws out his hockey stick and sets it on the ground.
Casey Jones the Vigilante has teamed up with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Teenage Mighty Ninja Gal to take down the Purple Dragons.
The thugs all have charged forwards at their opponents. Rookie mistake. Mikey and Don were the first to dodge their attacks on the first two and whacks them both away.
Raph and Casey, back-to-back, took care of a thug each whom jumps in the air and tries to attack them from above. But the two hotheaded wack-bags were quick and smart enough to whack the thugs into next week.
Sally had her fair share with five thugs. Three in front of her and one on each of her sides. The three crooks all raised their weapons above her, but the kunoichi was quick to use her swords to slash the weapons into pieces. Once their weapons have been cut clean, Sally ducks down and does a spinning kick to all three faces in one shot. They all go down which leaves only two more to go. With them at her sides, she decided to show her foes what she has been learning. Before they can attack, she quickly spins in the air and with one quick motion, she slams her feet into the thugs' mouth; knocking the wind and the teeth out of them.
"You boys better hope you have dental plan!" she quipped; spinning one of her swords around.
As for Leo, he was quickly surrounded by a number of a few thugs. As he looks around, he did saw how his little sister took her foes down. This gives him an idea. Knowing that he has failed the first few times during his training session, he might as well try it this time. As the crooks come closer, he sheathes his katanas back into their gauntlets and tries the move out. He leaps in the air and thrust his right foot forward and his left foot in one quick motion with such power; kicking into the chest of the two foes. He lands gently on the ground; shocked of what he did, but in a good way. He has finally perfected his split-kick!
He has to tell everyone. He looks over to see Raph, Sally and the Vigilante. They were all still duking it out with more thugs. "Guys, check it out!" he cried. The three fighters halt their attack and turn to Leo. "I got my split-kick right!"
"You did?" Sally cried out. She was busy fighting the punks here and she just missed out the opportunity of what her best friend did! She has to know if he wasn't joking.
"Well, we missed it!" Raph said. But a thug tries to punch him, but his missed his luck and the turtle simply kicks him away. He goes back to his brother. "Let us see it again."
Leo will gladly do it again. Two more thugs are on his side; charging in. But the turtle does another split-kick and poses in front of his family and the new help. Sally was by far very impressed. He has master the split-kick in the middle of combat. Guess that is one way to perfect a technique. She knew he can do it. It just takes time and some practice. That's what Master Splinter said to him.
Casey saw it too, but Raph didn't get a chance to see it. It was because a thug distracted him; swinging a pipe to his head. But Raph manages to block the attack with his twin Sais and kicks the foe away. "One more time!"
As you wish, bro! Two more were heading Leo's way. But the turtle didn't complain or hesitate as he delivers yet another split-kick for the third time.
Sally gives her best friend the thumbs-up. "Great job, Leo! I knew you would get it!" Sally congrats the blue turtle. She was thrilled for him.
This time, Raph saw the whole thing and was pretty impressed. He needs to learn that move. He twirls his Sais once more before putting them away. "Hah! Saw that one," he said.
Even Casey though it was pretty good. "I give you 10!" he said. Now, Raph, Sally and Casey were acting like judges in a major sporting event. As both Casey and Sally hold up 10 fingers, Raph only managed to pull out 6. It's because he has only 6 fingers.
Leo does not like the third judge's score. "Hey, Raph, only a six?" he jokily asked. A PD punk was coming up behind him but Leo was quick enough to elbow him in the guts.
Raph was still holding up his hands. "Bro, it's all I got," he said in his defence. He then grabs another punch from another thug with his hand and kicks him away.
Plus, the four toes on his feet add up to 10! Sally blocks a thug's kick with her left hand. With the punk in her grasp, she spins around and kicks him in his supporting leg; sending the crook to the ground with a bruised leg.
Mikey whacks his Nunchakus at one thug. Casey uses his hockey stick to hit another. Everybody on the winning side continue to punch, kick and whack the thugs away until one is left standing. And that is the leader himself – Dragon Face. And he is going up against the leader himself on the other side – Leonardo.
One has a dull steel pipe. The other has two sharp swords. Who will win?
They both sneer their eyes at each other. It was now Leader vs. Leader. Swords against Pipe. As they charged at each other, the weapons went everywhere with a few blocks and parries in between. Before DF can swing his weapon at the turtle, Leo manages to slash a few times against the pipe.
Dragon face takes a few steps back; regaining his position and was about to charge for another attack with his pipe. If his pipe didn't fall apart. Now, he was in trouble.
He looks up. "Uh-oh."
The in-coming turtle leaps up in the air and deliver an aerial kick to the chest; knocking him out. He falls onto a few of his men lying on the concrete ground; all down for the count. The battle was over. The Turtles, Salvadora and Casey Jones have all won this fight.
Within the wake of the battle, Raph had his hands on his hips as his new human friend who has removed his hockey mask and placed it on top of his head. "I know I'm gonna regret saying this," he looks up to Casey as he puts his hands down to his side, "but I'm glad I met you, crazy man."
Casey couldn't agree more as he turns to face him. "Me too, green dome. And you know something? I'm starting to see what you're all about." He places a hand on the turtle's shoulder.
"Oh, you mean about balance, self-control?" Raph asked.
"Nah."
Really? Then, what does he mean—
"I mean that you're a green mutant freak," he gives a laugh and punches the turtle in the shoulder. "But I like ya."
Raph gives a smug grin on his face. For a second there, Raph actually believes that Casey has learnt a lesson today. But he was just playing him. Oh, tough guy got a smart mouth? I'll show him!
Raph playfully punches him and Casey punches him back. It started to go into a pattern until Casey finally tackles him to the ground. They are now wrestling with each other as Leo, Don, Mikey and Sally all looked on. A few grunts and "Ow!" were made in the brawl.
Guess Raph has finally found someone who shares the same level of anger as he does. One question that remains: Who will break up the fight between the two hotheads?
Sally crossed her arms over and looks to the blue turtle. "Well, he's your brother. Do something?"
But Leo doesn't want to do it and he is the eldest. "No way." Leo looks to Mikey as he points to the guys on the ground. "He's your brother."
But Mikey shakes his hands in defence. 'No, no, he's your brother," he corrected; pointing back to Leo. The youngest of the group does not want to get in the middle of the two toughest he now know.
Leo puts his hands on his hips. So, is this how it's going down? "Absolutely," he then looks to Don whom had his arms crossed over, "YOUR brother."
Even though someone will have to break up the fight, but the teens now know one thing. With a new member on their team, their adventures have just only started.
Casey Jones has already entered and is about to bust some skulls! We will find out a lot more on the two human allies of the Turtles and Sally in the future as we move onto the next chapter in:
The Saint's Hope: Nano
Author's Notes: Hey guys! So sorry for the late! But last weekend was Mother's Day. A day that we celebrate the mothers of all around the world! Plus, it was also my cousin's birthday. If you guys remember in the older version of this story that this chapter was also uploaded about…THREE YEARS AGO!
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Yikes! I have been gone that long with this story that I almost failed. So sorry for this. But I did say, a lot has happened in my life and I am doing the best I can to get back on track. Plus, we also have the audition for my Drama school and I hope I will get the main role for this year's play. So, fingers cross!
Also, I will be uploading a few more chapters for a fortnight now. Any reason? Well, yes I have, Two in fact. The first one is I am planning to dress up for Oz Comic Con in Melbourne for the weekend. I ain't telling you whom I'm dressing up as, so, it will keep your minds open. The second is that I'm going to stay with my brother for the weekend because of this event that is happening in the city. So, yeah, I won't be bringing my laptop for this trip.
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