The Saint's Hope
Chapter 11 – Garbageman
Disclaimer:I do not repeat DO NOT own TMNT and crew in any way cause they belong to Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird (Only knows as the Greatest Guys on Earth!) while other characters like Sally and many more that happen in this fanfic rightfully belongs to me and only ME!
Announcement from our writer: Hey guys! Realtives will be down for a few days so that means I will busy – not – writing my FanFics. I know, I'm sorry! But the good news is that we are getting closer to the biggest arc of all time! Enough about that, let's move on, shall we?
From the reviews/PMs that I got, I will answer them:
To masoliki1
Nice, you have made this better than last time and i can't wait for the shredder arc i bet it will be sweet.
Awww! Thanks girl! Or guy! I know! I can't for it as well. And yes, yes it will!
To erica phoenix16
I don't blame Sally for freaking out at the sight of Hun's foot tattoo. I just hope that she'll won't let that fear get to her next time.
Will she be like "You were there..." the next time that she sees Hun?
Thanks for updating. :)
Once she comes face-to-face with the Shredder, it won't happen again.
I guess we'll never know until she sees him again. Or maybe she'll keep herself a secret away from Hun as well until the time is right.
It is time for Episode no: 9. Here we go!
(Unknown place, Manhattan, NY – unknown time)
What do the ninjas do when they have finished one adventure? They get thrown into another with no minimal wage.
It was a full moon on a clear sky and five familiar beings are out tonight. Great night it is but where they are was not pleasant.
Are they in the streets? Underground? In enemy's territory?
No, no, and yes.
But who says it was within the city. It was more like off the coast in the river on a peculiar island. Was it completed with green grass, trees, clean river and happy animals at every corner? Just like paradise?
If you think this is My Little Pony, you are in the wrong show. Unless you count an episode where the entire island is made out of garbage.
That's right. It was a dump. A dump that floats on water.
It is a floating dump.
So, why are the teens running on a floating dump in the middle of the Hudson River? It is one mystery after another.
The purple turtle decided to narrate once again for the night. He has a feeling that the viewers at home are confused as he and his family are now.
Here's another fine mess we've gotten ourselves into…
After every mess that they have got themselves into, it was starting to be daily routine for the five ninjas of the Big Apple.
After running up the ramp from the shore, they were just now running through large mountains of trash. The keenest mutant didn't bother to bring his own duffle bag with him, knowing that he doesn't need it.
During the run, a squishing sound was made. The orange turtle has found himself stepped his big green foot into something…slimy. Daring to look down, right under his foot is what appears to be a watery-like substance in the same shade as his bandana. Not to mention it was sticky too. This was enough to make the youngest ninja sick to his stomach.
"EWW!" he whined, lifting his leg up. Now, he wishes that he didn't look down.
But nobody was either paying attention to him or that they didn't have time to tell him off. But mostly it was because they have their attention on something else.
…literally.
A light from an unknown source was heading their way. It was time for the old ninja vanish. The four older siblings all raced for cover, followed by the goofy turtle. They have managed to miss the on-coming spotlight.
Usually you would have a watchtower where the spotlight is coming from and not the one riding on wheels. With one behind the wheel and the other in control of the light, these two were on the lookout for any unusual. Both coming onto the island or from within.
They were wearing bright yellow overalls, a grey shirt, a pair of brown gloves, a pair of grey worker boots and a grey/yellow cap on their head. On their faces are yellow mask with red lens and three grey coloured breathers.
The moving spotlight is mounted on a yellow Jeep as they continue to scout the area. So, what is so important about this island that has brought the attention of five teenage ninjas from New York? Whether is over that huge mountain would answer their questions.
Once the truck has left the scene, it was safe for them to move. Running up the side of the mountain, they looked up to see smoke was already emitting from the other side. Looks like something big is happening in the heart of the whole island.
This has been one strange night, believe me.
Finally made it to the top, they peered over the edge with caution. Here, they have just witness something…unspeakable.
But no matter how weird it's been up till now…
How weird can their life get? There was a superpower mortal whom is their human sister, metal robots that chomp up anything in its path and tiny little nanobots that can reconfigure itself. What can, what happens tonight, top everything that they have already witnessed in their lives?
Looking down, they all marked a few large spotlights were going all around the area and into every nook and cranny of this bizarre place. There was also a huge lake in the middle. And it looks like it is the same substance from the sticky liquid that his younger brother has stepped in. Officially gross out with one small puddle, he does almost have the urge to barf up after seeing the lagoon. A few building were looked to be constructed right out of garbage.
In the heart of this strange island was what appears to be an unbelievable operation plant.
And what's even weirder? Something much large was emerging from the pool of orange goo. So weird.
…we never expected this.
All looking at the scene, the teens are prepared to witness the next phenomenon. But c'mon, it can't really beat a human ninja with mystic powers, can it?
(On the streets, Manhattan, NY – 8:01pm)
A cool simple breeze was made on a summer night like tonight. But it does bring a hint of a winter gust for some reason. Maybe a change in the weather pattern?
The breeze like this must be strong enough to blow any discarded newspaper to soar into the wind. It continues to fly with the flow until it lands near two homeless man; dressed head-to-toe in rages. It is pretty common for people like them to dig through the trash at this time of the night. They were searching for anything that they can sell for spare change. This would be enough for either a hot meal or something that will keep them warm on the coldest of nights. But anything to get through the day would be enough for them.
These guys were now looking through a lone metal trash bin, carefully not to make too much of a ruckus. They were throwing bits of trash out of the wastebasket, not wanting old, unwanted cans that wouldn't be worth anything at all. One of them, sporting a dark blue hairy beard and a marron cap, has one of his arms digging deep into the bin. He hopes to find something of value that he and his friend can sell. His hand grabs hold something of a smooth surface. He pulled it out to reveal in his grasp a clear, spotless bottle. And bonus, there was no scratches.
"Bingo!" he delightedly exclaims. To add to his success, he throws the bottle lightly in the air and catches it with ease. His friend, on the other hand, was more concern about the item that they just secured.
He holds out his hand. "D-don't break it, fumble fingers," the bandana hobo fussed his friend. "Every nickel counts!" Of course, he was referring to the bottle that they have just found. If something happens to it, they will get nothing in return. But the blue beared man doesn't worry about it too much as the bandana guy goes back to foraging.
"I never break them," his friend defended.
This causes the other guy to stop digging and gives a mocking laugh. "You break them all the time," he disagreed with him whilst pointing his finger as well. Even when they have nothing at all, they always enjoy a good laugh. His friend knows that he can't stay mad at him.
He gives off a chuckle too. "Well, uh, yeah, I guess I do." He carefully places their prized possession in his tattered coat pocket. He then grabs hold of the can once more to see if any more valuable items that they might have missed. They have pretty much gone through the trash bin like a thousand times and they have already found what they need. "That's it for this gold mine. Let's move on."
He casually tosses the bin to the side as he makes his exit and so does his friend by his side. The blue beard hobo starts to hum as they make their way across the street and into a new alleyway. Just as they have left the alleyway, what appears to be a large, black garbage truck with red headlights that are switched off, creeping up slowly into the passage. And close behind the gentleman.
They say anything can happen at night. Especially tonight.
And this particular but shady vehicle, has been watching them. It continues to follow them without giving much away. Until the time is right.
Opening up the giant lid of the dumpster, the boy with the goatee and his friend starts to rummage their hands into the trash once more, hoping to find more treasured objects. They don't care about getting their hands dirty. All they care was getting what they can sell for some extra dough. But they didn't care enough to notice that they have company.
The same black truck from the previous alleyway has successfully managed to sneak up to them. The engine of the automobile then halts for a second but was still making the noise. The rattle of the trash has paused as the happy hobos hear another sound. They turned around to look to see a truck closing off the open gap but coming towards them.
"What the…" the goatee boy uttered. He and his friend are slightly confused at this. They were not expecting a garbage truck to come at this time of night. And they were not expecting this.
The monster truck resumes its path and all of a sudden, the blazing headlights flashes on. This causes the hobos from joyful to fearful in a split second.
Seeing those red headlights, they know who it is.
In absolute terror, they both run off into the alleyway; screaming their heads off. The truck was now in pursuit of the harmless and innocent beings. The path continues to lead them down to the near-by wall. It's too bad that they are in a dead-end alley. The hobos were trapped! Like rats in the lab maze.
Dare to turn around, the men both saw the terror truck coming closer with every second. Whoever is driving that…thing, did he plan this? Who is inside of that behemoth?
Coming to a stop, the headlights were still shinning on them. The two trapped travellers shield their eyes with their arm. They were now scared out of their wits. What does he want? Them?
"NO!" they cried out, wimping in fear. Yes, he does.
It would take a few seconds for their eyes to adjust to the burning lights. But before that could happen, two what appeared to be hydraulic claws that are bolted down to the sides of the monster truck extends out from its hold and moves its ends towards them.
They both see the claws heading this way but they were trapped. There was nowhere to run.
"Keep away!" the bearded man exclaims, waving his hands in the air.
"No, no, stop!" the goatee kid begs, doing the same thing. But it doesn't stop for mercy.
The claws itself then violently grabs the ragged men by their heads and lift them off the ground. During the struggle, the bottle from the man's pocket falls out and smashes into a hundred pieces onto the concrete ground. They continue to scream, hoping to be saved. But the screaming dies down and the sound of door went clunk. Only the sound of the tyres and the engine were made in the empty alleyway as the truck backs out. It then drives off into the night, acting like nothing has happened.
As for the friendly hobos that were scared for the first time in their lives…are nowhere to be seen.
(The Shanty Town, Manhattan, NY – 8:30pm)
Their fellow friends would have no knowledge what became their friends earlier. But they have been rumours floating around about a certain being who has been taking people with ease.
Located underneath a bridge on the south-west side of the city was another world. Well, not another world. More like another part of town that has completely…ignored.
The kind of people that have nowhere to go or have no home, this would be the ideal place to go. It was a shut-off dump where they all resided. Their little shacks were made out of what they could find in the same location. The walls and roof were all made of plywood, corrugated metal, sheets of plastic and cardboard boxes. It may not look pretty but it is probably the only materials that these homeless people can make into a suitable home that keeps them out of the cold. Inside the homes would be beds that made out of dirty cotton bedding sheets and outside are a number of fire pits. It was some of the things that provide them to keep them nice and toasty on any cold nights.
And it is one of the many acceptable places where these five teenagers can come and visit without the use of a disguise.
"ALLLLL RIGHT!"
One of them bellows at the top of his lungs as the green mutant skates up the makeshift ramp of messy garbage on his customised skateboard. "GREEN, MEAN AND TOTALLY EXTREME!"
He then rides right down the pile, past his brothers and sister whom one of them appears to have a shopping cart right next to him. "BOO-YAH!" His sudden interference causes the purple-masked turtle to drop something and the other three jumped. Only three of them are irritated as they all looked at their immature relative. Maybe once they have got what they needed, they could make their exit and leave the crazy fool behind to find his own way home which should take him an hour or two.
The Battle Shell was located in the same area and next to the highest mountain. That is where his siblings are. Hard at work; collecting anything that would prove useful to them in their new home. The youngest was appointed not to do the work as he has found something…entertaining to occupy his time here.
The kunoichi of the group was back into her usual ninja threads with an additional of her dark-green jacket. She had a feeling that it was going to be a bit chilly.
The older siblings all ignored the child of the family and resumed their scavenger hunt. The red turtle himself has dipped his hand through the trash and into something that he wouldn't think to touch. It also made a squishing noise when came into contact. Pulling his hand to find out it is covered in red, slimy goo.
"Ugh." Sticking his tongue out in disgust, Raph was officially grossed out. He did not sign-up for this club. He quickly examines this unknown substance before shaking it off. At least he didn't taste it to find out. "Hey, Don, you don't want something that's so gross you don't want to touch it, right?" he asked the one person that brought him and the others down to the shanty town in the first place.
Don was not at all grossed out by the substance. It's what it makes it useful to them. "If it's gonna improve the lair,…" he stands up straight, "…we can use it."
"WAHOO!" Mikey was still having to the time of it and not helping his family out. This irritates Raph…a lot. No big surprise there. The red rebel mutant looks over to where Mikey is enjoying himself and couldn't help but sulk. The orange jokester is out there having fun while he and the others are stuck down here, going through trash and getting their hands into…who know what!
"Why isn't Mikey helping?" Crossing his arms over, Raphael pouts. "It's not fair. I—"
Don rests his hands on the shopping cart. It was time to give to him straight. "Raph, would you rather have Mikey happy or Mikey bored?"
Mikey zooms right past them, laughing his shell off. From irritated to an ill-humoured expression, Raph can't imagine his sibling being the opposite. It's wouldn't be the same. If Mikey wasn't funny in any way possible, his life would…probably be dull. Donatello does have a good point.
"Right."
Leo and Sally have finally come down the hill and have joined their other siblings. By the time that they got to the bottom of the mountain, Mikey has just skated right past them.
"WHOA!" he bellows out as he comes to a halt when he approaches a few of the homeless people who are sitting in front of an open flame.
The human among here are the only ones who has accepted them for who they are. Well, one anyway. He knows who they are and he was not afraid of them. He looks up from the flaming pit to see the faces of his new friends. Mikey flips up his board before his siblings joined him with the shopping cart in tow.
"Hey, thanks for the shopping cart, guys," Don acknowledges them. The one person who has accepted them stands up. He was an old African-American gentleman with grey hair and is wearing a large brown trench coat with a few elbow patches, a coloured stripe hat on his head with a red tattered scarf around his neck with a pair of green fingerless gloves. Underneath his coat is a yellow striped vest over his brown shirt, light brown pants and a pair of black shoes. He goes by the name Professor, and due to his moniker, he may have been either a college or a university teacher before ending up here. He did mention when before he first met his unique friends, he wanted to share his expertise to everyone, even if it means dressing up in rags and living in tin homes.
"Hope you found some useful items…" he then gestures to the piles around him and his people, "…amid the refuse, my green amphibious friends." He has come to like his new associates. Mostly with Donatello whom shares a great deal of knowledge and intelligences as he does.
"Sure did, Professor," Don said.
There were two guys who are sitting next to the old man by the fire. One was huddling himself up and the other was poking a stick into the pit. Unlike the Professor here, they were not aware of the mutant's presences.
"Them guys in the big turtle suits and the girl are back," the blond hair mumbles to his friend with the stick.
His friend with the backward cap on continues to the fire. "Yep."
The blond hobo turns to his friend. "You ever wonder why they dress up like that?"
His friend shakes his head. "Nope."
Guess only the Professor knows of the true natures of the ninjas or else everyone would be wetting their pants right about now. With a brown sack in his hands, the elder approaches the teenagers. "Here are some things we picked up for you." He then begins to dig inside the bag. He has something for the two youngest members of the family. The first item that he pulls out was a small green board with wires and small rods attached to it. "And undamaged circuit board for you, sir." He gives the tech to the purple turtle before putting his hand into the sack once more. This time, he pulls out a light paper book out and it was for the baby turtle brother. A near mint condition comic book for you, my green lad." Mikey takes the book from the Professor's grip with a pleased look. "Last time, you said you were collecting them."
It may be not completely in mint condition but it was valued enough for the ninja to keep and read it like any other comic books that he has. The happy turtle looks the old man with a grateful expression. "Thanks, Professor."
While the elder scholar was giving out presents for his friends, Sally has taken the time to head for the Battle Shell. They have brought with them a few piles of old jackets and blankets for their friends. There were enough for pretty much everyone here. She brings out a pile. Leo comes to her and brings out the other pile.
"Here, my brothers and I brought some blankets and warm clothes," she said as everyone all gathered around the young lady. They all took a piece of clothing. "They may be a little worn, but it should absolutely help you guys get through the nights." The team of ninjas definitely have big hearts to help those in need. Especially for the poor.
The kunoichi passes the pile into the Professor's hold. He was extremely thankful for what his friends are doing for them. Nobody has the decency to take the time to come and help the homeless people. "One man's refuse is another man's treasure," he quotes the famous words before he looks up to the night sky. "You know,…there is a theory that we are all recycled."
The blond hobo looks at the old man. "Another theory." He turns back to his friend who was still poking at the fire pit. "That's the fifth one today."
The cap hobo nodded. "Yep," he dully responded.
It was starting to be a habit for the Professor to talk about his theories of the world and universe around it for who knows how long. And it was an annoying habit for some of them. But nonetheless, some of them, plus the teens, have all gathered around the academic himself to hear one of his philosophies.
"The Big Bang Theory says that all matter has been exploding, then imploding, then exploding again since the beginning of time," he addresses to everyone, throwing his hands in the air. "Our very molecules are being recycled."
Only Raph and Mikey were the confused ones. The youngest looks to his brother and gives a shrug. When it comes to the facts of the known universe, some of the family members got no clue. Leo and Sally try to understand it all but even they can't comprehend it all. Only Donnie has gets the idea. He has been studying in that kind of area.
"Did you get any of that?" the blond hobo asked his friend.
The capped fellow shakes his head once more. "Nope."
Don turns to the elder next to him. "You know, I just finished a book on the Big Bang. I'll bring it by later," he offered to him. Don holds out his hand as the appreciative senior takes his hand and shakes it.
"Much obliged, Donatello," he acknowledges his green friend. "Much obliged."
Right beside her smart brother, Sally takes a good scan of the area. Something was amiss. When the teens first came here, the place here was packed, like about 30 of them. But every time that the teens come to visit, the population of the Shanty Town grows smaller and smaller. Now, there were barely 10 of them. This is causing her a good deal of concern.
Leo, who happens to be next to her, noticed her anxiety that is written on her face. "Is something wrongs, Sal?"
The worried kunoichi doesn't take her eyes off the homeless people. "Do you guys get the feeling that this place isn't crowded as it used to be?"
That…does bring up a good question. And they all understand what she meant. When they first met the Professor and his homeless crew, there was a lot more of them and not enough room. But now, there were only enough people to fill a basketball team.
Raph takes a good look around. "Hey, yeah, you're right." He looks back to the two dudes at the fire pit who is now joined by a guy that is wrapped around a ragged blanket. "Are there fewer of you here than usual?" he asked them.
The blond one looks to the red masked turtle. "A lot of guys gone missing lately. Plus, it's weird. They don't take their stuff." That's…sound pretty weird.
As he explains, his friend gives a nod before lifting the stick out of the fire. He blows on the heated end. He then puts it back into the fire. "Yep."
The homeless have been gone missing? That can't be right? Why would innocent beings just disappear like that? Something smells fishy here.
The Professor holds up a finger. "I have a theory on that," he states. Make that six times today.
Annoyed, the blond fellow looks to his friend and holds a hand to his mouth. "Another one?"
Professor simple ignores them as he focuses his attention on the new generation. He now begins a petrifying tale that haunts his people since it has begun. "There has been talk of a terrifying figure…" he then walks a few steps away from them, "…who takes us away in the dead of night." He moves closer to the hot flames as he presses onwards. "His name is whispered in fear."
The teens are hanging to this scary tale that he speaks. By the sound that the Professor tells the story, it could send shivers down your boots.
"They call him…" he turns his face away from the heated light source and faces the ninjas, "…the Garbageman."
The Turtles and Sally all looked at him, dumbfounded. This leads them to laugh out loud.
The cocky Raph points his finger. "You almost had me going there," he admits. The red turtle then turns slightly as Leo, Mikey and Sally all turned heads and make their way to the Battle Shell. "The Garbageman, jeez." That was something to laugh about. "Gotta roll, guys." With that, he grabs hold of the shopping cart handle and pushes it to the back of the family's truck.
Don was the only one who stayed behind a bit. He did sense a little of overwrought in his friend's speech. It is true that a number of them have gone missing but could this Garbageman that he speaks of might be accurate? He walks up to him and places a comforting hand on the elder's shoulder.
"Be sure to let me know if your friends show up,…" he advises, taking his friend's hand and shakes it in farewell, "…or if anyone else disappears."
The Professor will make sure of it. After all, Don did promise he will come back later with the book that he promised. The braniac takes his leave, hops into the driver's seat and transport his family home.
With the new items in the back, the teens, in their Battle Shell, have just passed a few blocks. It has become somewhat a quiet ride home.
One thing has stuck into the minds of the young teenagers themselves. It was all about the Garbageman that the Professor was babbling about. The one being that could be responsible for the kidnapping of the homeless folks. They don't know whether they should believe one bit of it or not.
Leo and Mikey were in the far back, Sally was seated in the middle back herself while Don has taken the driver's seat once more and Raph was in the passage seat. The youngest of the ninja family has his feet resting on the board while reading his new gift.
"That was majorly creepy," he spoke up as the others, save for Don, all turned around to face him. Of course, he was referencing to what their new friend was talking about. Taking his eyes off the current page on his new comic and lifted his head up. "You think any of it's true?"
Don still has his eyes on the road but his ears did listen to what his brother has to say. Mikey is not the only one. He too is concerned for their friend. "Hey, whatever it is, if the Professor is worried, we should take it seriously."
Raph, who has his arms crossed over, gives out a cheeky smile. "Seriously, huh?" He looks over his shoulder, directly at a certain turtle's direction whom was back to digging his nose into the comic again. "Guess that leaves Mikey out," he teased the orange turtle.
The kunoichi stifles a giggle. At times, Mikey doesn't tend to be serious. But he was paying attention. He pokes his head up once more but more annoyance this time. "What?" I can be serious!
With only a few more blocks down, the youths would be ready for a well earn rest in their comfy beds. Except for Don as he promised that he would return later with the promise that he made with the professor. Only a few are worried for their friends' wellbeing and one of them is more worried than anyone else is the girl of the group. Placing a finger on her chin, Sally was in deep thought.
She couldn't help but feel very concern for the Professor and the other poor people that are left within the community. Other than April and Casey, these beings have come to accept her mutant brothers like they are one of their own. They didn't even care where they come from as they have come to accept them. That is what the Turtles all ever wanted.
And now,…most of them have been taken away into the night by this…Garbageman? Does he pose a huge threat or not? What is his purpose of all the homeless people who have nowhere but the shanty town to go to?
I guess coming back with Don to check on them wouldn't hurt, would it?
(The Shanty Town, Manhattan, NY – 8:40pm)
Actually, it would.
It has only been less than five minutes since the teens have left the Shanty Town and their good friends. The lights that are still glowing are the fire pit and the torches inside the tin houses. Before getting a good night sleep, the entire population of the little village in the dump were all gathered around the flaming hole in the ground to hear yet another theory from the Professor himself. A few were standing up while the rest are all seated down on boxes. Although they were annoyed by the countless times that the elder has brought up his catchphrase, but nevertheless, they do find the facts very interesting. Tonight is where they are all ears as the oldest hobo speaks.
"And so we see, in conclusion, that the space-time continuum is—"
The sound of a vehicle approaches the group; interrupting the Professor's lecture. Who would be here at this time of the night? Was it his fellow mutant ninja friends? Have they forgotten something?
The elder himself turns his head to look over his shoulder. A lovely smile that he picture on his face was quickly replaced with dazed. "My word."
It was not his friend's truck. He knows it isn't theirs because their headlights are not blazing red has shine on the particular area. Mumbling in confusion, everyone shields their eyes with their hands or arm as the sudden surprise of the headlights blinded them.
Only the Professor, with his hand near his eyes, takes a good look at the visitor, only to gasp in terror.
Their worst nightmare has arrived.
The black garbage truck hits the accelerator; letting its tyres to spin at high speed and charges towards the closed gate.
It's him!
The large vehicle itself smashes up against the metal door and takes it off its hinges while smashing any trash lying up against it. It runs over the door as it advances into the yard and heads towards the community. Seeing the danger right in front of them, everyone all scrambled out of their seats; screaming their heads off, and took cover from the danger. They all know who it is. But the only person who has not moved from his spot was the scholar himself. He continues to watch the occurrence that was unfolding.
For many nights, countless of homeless people have been picked off, one-by-one, all thanks to a mysterious foe in the shadows. At all the places that the homeless people are, he was there – waiting for them. And now, he has shown himself.
The monster vehicle itself continues to rampage through the dump; smashing a few home in its path to the dirt ground. The old and the young are all screaming for their lives as they tried to escape. The burning flames were created during the rampage but they are not from the pits. The truck comes riding close to the centre of the little town. Shouts from the people were made in the air.
"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"
Especially what one of them has to say.
"IT'S HIM! IT'S THE GARBAGEMAN!"
Petrified, the Professor is now the one who screamed. N-no. It c-can't be. It can't BE!
But it is him. And he is real. The one person that they have all feared the most.
The Garbageman.
Like a lion stalking and chasing it prey, this is what the truck it doing. A few hoboes came across the fence on the other side of the tip. They all started to climb; trying to earn their freedom from the hunter himself. Only a few have made it over the top and ran for cover. They were saved…for now. But by the time the third one has started to climb, the truck has halted behind him before these metal claws attached to the machine has moved from its slot and has extends it out. The metal claws grab hold of the first victim just as he was halfway up the fence. The old man screamed for his life as he, along with another captive, was pulled up high up the air. Once they are hanging high above the back part of the truck, the claws loosen its grip on its prisoners and drop them into an open hatch of the truck. But the hunt was not over.
It spotted a few more just close by. The blond hobo and his friend were trying their very best to outrun it as their foe smashes a few large wooden carts in its path. During the run, the blond hobo has managed to trip himself, costing him and his friend, who came back to help him up, their chance to escape. The truck halts right behind them and uses it claws to grab hold of its next victims. They both screamed for mercy as they were also dropped into the truck.
That only leaves one more person in the lonely dump. The Professor.
During the terrifying rampage, he has not moved an inch from his spot since the whole nightmare has started. His fellow inmates have all been captured and it would be only be a matter of time before he is met with the same fate. He just wishes that this was all a dream – a bad dream. But he wasn't sleeping the zzzs' away on his ragged mattress.
He needs to find them. He needs to find his new friends. That way, he can at least tell them what has happened and warn them. That is when he spins around and starts running toward the metal fence. The truck hasn't spotted him just yet. He looks back once more before looking at the front again to see that he is getting closer. He was panting but he has finally reached the fence. Now, all he has to do was climb it and he can finally go out and find the help that he needs. As he was running, the truck has already spotted him. It aims its light at the elder by the time he has gotten to the fence. The Professor has dared himself to turn around and see the nightmare is looking at him. The huge vehicle has stop as it has cornered its last prey that has his back up against the fence.
The Professor was trapped.
He may be scared but if this was his final moments, he may as well stand his ground at the raging beast. Visualising a furious expression in his face, he holds his tight fist out in front. "You shall not have me, you…behemoth! Leviathan! MONSTROSITY!"
This…does not frighten the behemoth itself. Instead, it brought out its claws and extends it to the man. But rather than grab him the same manner as it did to everyone else, it goes to his sides and grabs hold of a portion of the wired barrier. Using it strength, it slits it off and uses it to wrap the poor gentleman around like he was a present. A live one in fact.
With the last prisoner secured, the claws then lifted the metal trap with him inside up into the air. Just like before, it loosen its grip on the screaming Professor and lets him fall into the open truck. The hatch closes up as it has retrieved the final detainee.
With no more homeless people within its sight, the truck has done its work. The claws itself were retracted back to its position. The truck then hits the accelerator and slams right through the damaged fence and speeds off into the night.
Just before, there was a big group of kind, good-hearted homeless people. Now,…it was just like a ghost town.
(One hour later…)
…and this ghost town was now visited again but this time, a few familiar faces.
Both on their brother's Shell Cycle, Donatello and Salvadora have just zoomed into the dump and come to a screeching halt. The turtle was the one who has taken the driver's seat while the kunoichi was on the back, holding onto him tight. Don has brought his duffle bag which contains most of his tools that he usually uses on any mission plus the book.
Pulling off their helmets, they looked around onto the scene. Don and Sally were absolutely stunned.
"What the shell?" she gasped.
What they thought when they arrived onto the scene that they would spot a number of friendly recognizable people all gathered around the burning flames. Just like how they have been coming to this place for some time now. But now,…it looks like a tornado just only hit the place and nothing else around it.
A few piles of rubbish were already smoking from either the fire pits or something that has recently been caught on fire and it was making a sizzling sound to it. A number of steel homes all had been smashed to the ground and flattered and a few fences that have been shattered from one side and other. But there is a worst part.
There was no-one here. Nobody. They were all…gone.
This brings a sick feeling in the depth of the teens' stomachs.
The reason that they did come back was Don has promised his friend that he would bring over the book that he recommended to the Professor. He thought that the elder would stay up a little longer, waiting for him to return with the book in tow. But he doesn't see the old dark-skinned gentleman anywhere. Sally has also joined the trip with her mutant brother. Something deep down inside gave her the urge that something bad was going to happen and she had to come with her brother to find out for herself. How right she was.
Still on the bike and holding onto the handles, Don turns the front part of the bike, shinning the headlight around the dark place so he and Sally can get a good view of the wrecked place.
"Professor, are you okay?" the ninja called out. No sound. "Professor?" Nothing.
Despite thinking that the Professor's story is a joke, he was right about one thing. This so-called Garbageman is real.
And he must have taken all these people.
Sally hops off the bike as Don turns the engine off, causing the headlight to dim down. Once his human sister was standing up, Don reaches inside his bag and pulls out a flashlight. He gives it to Sally and pulls out another one for him. They both at the same time turn the light on. Don hops off the ride as he and Sally walk deeper into the junkyard. They move their torches around, getting an inch of the place while trying to spot anyone.
"Professor?" Don called out once more. Maybe they are all hiding?
That is when Sally gets to work. Placing her hand on her forehead and closing her eyes, she begins to focus. Maybe a slight movement? They were things moving, but they are not human-sized as the rats scurried around.
"Don, I don't think there is anyone here," she replied. "I can't even sense them."
But at least the turtle did spot something that caught his eye. Aiming his light at it was a small puddle of brown liquid. Strange. He has never seen that before. He approaches the substances, kneels down on one knee and dips his finger into it. He then brings his hand to his face and takes a good whiff of it.
"High-grade hydraulic fluid," he theorised. It is the kind of chemical that are used in large vehicles like the Battle Shell or something bigger. Not what they were looking for but it does bring questions to him. Throughout the number of visits that he and his family have been coming to this junkyard, never in his life that he has seen something like this. That and a few tyre marks that were made into the ground and they didn't come from his family's car.
"Hey, Donnie?"
The purple turtle looks up and turns to where Sally is. From where she is standing in front of her is a smashed-up metal fence that was made from the outside. "You might wanna see this."
The tech turtle ditches the puddle and comes to his sister's side. It was not the busted-up fence that she was looking at. Her torch was pointing at the strange tyre tracks.
"That's one big tyre." He can say that again. It was definitely something big.
It was almost like the Battle Shell's but it was not. Something or someone has kidnapped their friends. But why?
Which it is more than enough for the powerful kunoichi to pull out her Shell Cell and call up the rest of the team as Don continues to examine the tracks to get more answers.
The rest of the ninja family (minus Splinter) have all arrived in the Battle Shell in a flash.
Leo was close to the ground as he examines the tracks with Sally at his side, Raph was leaning up against the open back door of their truck and Mikey was in another part of the dump before making his way back to the others. The blue leader was not the only one who is trying to figure out who is responsible for the kidnapping of the homeless folks.
Don approaches his big brother. "All we know is that something attacked them," he explains to him. The eldest was nodding away, not taking his eyes off the tracks. "It was really big and really dangerous." No kid by the looks of these tyres.
Mikey couldn't help but feel concerned for his new friends as he hops one foot on the back of the truck while holding onto the door for support. He looks to his family. "Hope they're okay." He, along with everyone, is thrilled to have people who accepted them. And now, it's like the universe has snatched them right out from existence and it feels like it doesn't want them to have friends for life.
"Don, can you run an Internet search for police reports?" Leo requested. If anyone has reported anything to the cops, this will definitely give them a good lead. Sally kneels down to his height.
"Already checked," Do replies, as the Fearless Leader looks behind to see him. "Nothing on missing homeless. Nobody's noticed…"
"…or cares." Leo turns to face Sally. Her hands were now placed on her arms. Picturing the most remorse look on her face and looking down on her side, she feels absolutely terrible. Beside April and Casey, Sally was thrilled to have more humans in her life. And now, thanks to this unknown figure, they were all taken away. How much pain will she have to suffer now?
Still looking at his best friend, Leo stands up. He feels the same kind of remorse as she does.
Raph, on the other hand, is not too happy about this. Feeling all kinds of rage is scorching inside of him; he was ready to burn it up. But he doesn't let it take over him as he remembers what happens the last time he let that happened. Although, he is still mad which causes this red turtle to coil up his fists. "Meanwhile, somebody's snatching our buds." He did not like this one bit. And so does the others. Mikey's shell was visible to his siblings' sight. He appears to be searching for something but nobody bother to ask.
Well, at least they have one clue. It may be a bit far-fetched but…whoever this Garbageman is, he would be the cause of all those kidnapping. Not to mention that they have no idea of what he looks like in person. He could be anyone within the city. The ninjas will have to be careful. But that doesn't mean that they should go out and get some answers. And hopefully, the whereabouts of their missing friends.
Leo faces his team. "We need to hit the streets." Well, that should be simple…if it was easy for four giant turtles wearing ninja masks and carrying weapons. Sally can handle the public; it's the mutants that are the problem. And that is when Mikey comes out with a solution.
"IIIIIItttttt'sssssss trench coat wearing time!" he bellows, stepping out with a large grey trench coat and a brown hat. He points to the distance like he was some kind of superhero. With the lamest catchphrase ever.
The four older siblings all oddly looked at the baby of the family. Mikey sees their expression, giving out a sheepishly laugh. He then gives a shrugs.
But he does bring a good idea.
When Leo said to "hit the streets", he meant "go out into the streets to find any remaining homeless folks to hear what they know about the mysterious kidnappings".
All five of the benevolent ninjas all suit up in large trench coats with a brown hat each and have split up into different parts of the town. They all hit the usual places where you would find any homeless people.
Leo decided to hit the alleyways to ask a number of poor folks. Raph is going through the foggy streets and meets up with another two. Mikey has taken up the park and sits down with a small group. Don arrives to a lone fire pit to find a homeless guy who is warming up to it. Finally, Sally has travel into the subway and asks a number of useful questions to a few others.
Everyone that they talk to doesn't freak out and run away from them because of their scary appearances, which it is good for them. Mostly for the mutants.
Hopefully what they find and learn from them will lead them closer to the mystery at hand.
Two hours have already passed and the teens were almost pooped. At least they did come back with some results. And that is why most of them are taking a small break before they move on.
Raph and Mikey have taken up the couch with the youngest still wearing his hat. The hothead was already lying on the couch and the jokester joins him, plopping on his seat. Sally has already made her seat on the rug as she does some easy stretching. She too was close to hitting the hay but not until she knows much about her friends' whereabouts. Leo has also taken the time to do his nightly weapons training with his Katanas and has just finished it. He has just sheathes his swords away by the time he has approached his brother on his computer. "Have you got anything, Don?" he asked, placing his free hands on the table.
Don looks to his leader. "Virtually everyone we talked to knew someone who had disappeared." He turns his attention back to the screen. On his monitor was a map of the beautiful city itself. Leo leans a bit to get a closer look. He was right though. From what they know from their investigation, they have learnt some clue about their friend's disappearances. "I've programmed a marker for each one." He did so by clicking on the mouser and a key a few times. One-by-one, a number of red dots all popped up on the map. One was in the street, a few were in the northeast part of the city, but most of them are located in the southern region of the island itself.
The rest of the family have all joined the other two and have crowded around them. "Whoa. Looks like all the action's down by the docks," Mikey said.
Of course. The ports are one of the ideal places where you would find most of the homeless folks there.
"Sure looks like it," Sally nodded.
Leo now knows what to do next. He turns to his siblings. "Then that's out next stop."
(The docks, Manhattan, NY – 11:50pm)
For more than two hours, that is how long that the teenage ninjas have been scouting the harbour for.
When they figure out where the so-called kidnapper would strike next, they all made it to their destination. There was not one soul in sight from when they first arrived and during the time that they have spent in the stakeout. In order for this plan to lure the strange foe out, they need the one thing that would possibly work every time.
Live bait.
And they only need one. And Mikey wouldn't have ended up as the bait – like always – if he didn't have the skills to beat his older sister in a game of paper-scissor-rock – like always.
Dressed up for the second time in a trench coat with a dark brown hat, Mikey holds his mutant hands up against the active fire in the pit, getting a bit warmth into his skin. He has an earpiece that is concealed within his costume so he can stay in contact with his team. His shoulders are hunching over a little to make it look like he was an actually homeless person who is right out in the open and helpless. Hopefully, this would be enough for the shady criminal to come out and play.
The Battle Shell was a few yards away and parked between two warehouses. It was the only thing that is hidden away in the shadows and has a clear view of the disguised turtle. So, whenever things get a little hot, the rescue posse will be on it.
Despite going along with the plan, Mikey wonders why. "Can somebody explain why it's always me who's the bait," he asked through the mic to which everyone in the van can hear, "especially when we're hunting shark?"
The rest of the team decided not to answer the question to the complaining ninja. Raph, this time, has taken the front seat with Sally in the passenger's seat. Don and Leo are located in the back while keeping a lookout on the monitor screens and radar. They have not taken their eyes of it yet, even especially during a few breaks now and then. The female ninja lets out a big yawn. After sitting in her seat for nearly two hours, Sally was trying her best to stay awake and keep her energy up for tonight. Even the cup of cold coffee isn't helping. All she needs is a little bit of energy so she can take on the kidnapper who has taken her friends.
The driver shakes his head. "Jeez, what a whiner." He turns his whole upper body around to face his two brothers in the back. "Almost wish he would get grabbed."
The young kunoichi looks to her hot-tempted brother and raised an eyebrow. Please, tell me he was kidding? Closing her eyes, she then takes a little sip of her hot drink. Taking a small mouthful, her eyes perk up. Something's here…
But the scanner in the truck doesn't pick up anything. Only she can sense it. Maybe it was the kick from the Mocha.
With the action not present tonight, Leo lets out a sign. He swings his seat around to face his smart brother who looks over his left shoulder to see him. "Nothing's happening. Let's call it a night."
Don nods in agreement. They try again tomorrow. He turns his head to face the screen and leans into the mic in front of him.
"Come back, Mikey. We're outta here," he spoke through the communicator.
Raph turns his head back to the front but not before getting a worried glimpse on his sister's face. "What's up, sis?"
Her eyes are still locked onto the lone turtle near the fire pit. "He's here."
That was the one thing that she uttered that caught everyone's attention. They know that their sister is never wrong when it comes to her powers. And they didn't need to ask who it is because they know decided to show up and felled for their bait.
The Garbageman.
They were all now on high alert. Well, almost everyone.
Not fully aware, Mikey grabs hold of his mic and speaks through it. "Sure…" the sudden revving noise caught the turtle's attention, "…thing?" Something came around the corner and aims its lights at Mikey. He looks over his shoulder to see where that strange noise was coming from. That was his big mistake.
The shark has arrived. And it is heading straight for the bait in the trench coat.
Shining its headlights onto the turtle himself, the black armoured truck advances towards him. The costume turtle shields his eyes with his right hand. "Uh, guys,…the shark is here," he spoke as the truck is coming closer, "…and he's humming the theme from Jaws."
Yeah, just what this story needs. All they need now was a pressurized scuba tank and rifle to finish this new beast off.
The rest of the team sees the truck getting closer to the target. And if they don't get a move on, Mikey will surely be capture and be taken away to whom knows where. Only Raph and Sally strapped into their seats and Leo was with them but he was standing up with his hands secure on each seat. As the leader, he was ready to give the orders. With the kidnapper in plain sight, the next part of the plan was ready in motion.
"Hit it," he commands. Raphael obliges. With his two hands on the wheel, he slams the gas pedal. The wheels skid on the ground before taking off. They were now coming to their brother's aid.
Acting like deer in the headlights, Mikey takes a few steps. The black truck was getting closer and closer. And so was his family's truck. The side door was open for the young turtle himself once they have swooped into the scene. As quickly as he can, Mikey leaps up to the side and hops inside the car. If he was a ninja, then how come he didn't move out of the way when he had the chance? Guess he was too stunned by the on-coming truck.
The Battle Shell swerves from the nearly impact of this strange vehicle but manages to back onto the road. Not to mention that they all took a good look of the design on it. It was just like any garbage truck in a coat of black paint.
Raph still has his hands, gripping onto the wheel as he does his very best to keep straight and tries to get away from the car. "It's a garbage truck!" His brother may be safe, but they were all not out of the park, especially when the black truck decided to ram you from behind with the help of its claws, trying to stab the roof off of their ride. Good thing that the car is made of durable materials. After a few quick jabs, the Battle Shell, again, swerves but resume the chase. Raph was not too happy with the appearance of their new adversary. "A stinking garbage truck."
Leo was back into his seat but he was rocking from side to side from all the striking as Mikey was the only one standing up. He took off his hat but still has his coat on. The orange turtle then tries to take it off while keeping his balance inside the moving van. "Garbageman drives a garbage truck," he sums it all up before stumbling to the side. He manages to grab hold of the dashboard, hoping to gain his balance. "What's the problem, Raph?" Other than getting whack and almost run down by a stinking garbage truck, nothing much, bro. He was then off his feet and falls to the ground from a massive hit.
It all makes sense now. How else would this mysterious foe get the name if he doesn't drive in black sanitation vehicle?
Leo, Don and Sally were gripping their fingernails into the cushion of their seats. They were trying to hold on to their lives as Raph does his best to maneuverer away from the ramming truck. Just before the big claws come down on them, Raph makes a hard left on the docks, causing their opponent to miss its target. The turtle then slams the brake, hard, as the black truck did not stop. It just sped right past the ninja squad in the green armoured truck.
Gaining that second breather, Leo, Don and Sally were the only ones (not counting Mikey) who aren't buckled up for safety. They did so anyway.
"He's making a run for it," Don calls out. Well, he's not gonna. Not when they are getting close to saving their missing friends.
"Hit it, Raph," Leo barked once more.
Raph doesn't have to argue with him. Did as he was told, he hits the accelerator, the wheels skids on the spot once more before speeding towards the black truck. It was now the teens doing the chasing on the docks and not the monster truck.
Mikey has already stood up from his fall and has come up to the front and joined his two ninja siblings. The Battle Shell becomes a little bit closer to the black truck. Only just a little bit further…
A small black compartment opens up from the back to reveal a nozzle. This worries the ones in the front. Just before they could figure what is coming out of it, the nozzle sticks out further before it unleashes its surprise.
Just like a dragon, out comes the flame. And it was heading straight for the Battle Shell!
The burning fire engulfs the entire truck, causing the ninjas in the front seat to shield their eyes shut and turn their heads away from the sudden and intense heat. As for Mikey,…
"AHH! AHHHHHH!" Mikey screams like a little girl…again. He does so while shielding his eyes with his hand and turns away, thinking that he will end in a flaming death. But it would take a lot more than a big flame to toast this bad boy. Undamaged, the Battle Shell flies out of the fire and continues onto its path.
No longer in the frying pan, Sally turns around and looks at her younger brother while looking at him, weirdly. Guess this girly scream of his is going to be a habit later on in the future. Mikey gives a sheepish look as he just removed his hand from his embarrassing face.
"Uh,…" the orange turtle rest a hand on Sally's seat and leans forward to see her and Raph who was shaking his head, "…sorry about the girly scream."
The teens were right back where they are - chasing the tail of the black armoured truck that surprisingly spits out fire from the backside. Even Raph was not too happy about this. Letting out a frustrated growl, he knows catching up to the truck and is now right beside it. That way, they wouldn't be in the flamethrower's lane. But this truck has a lot more up its sleeve than just the torch.
Connected to the claws, a long circular device extends towards the side of the Battle Shell. The circle part of the device shots a few sharp blades out.
It was a buzz saw.
Flipping onto its side so the blade is now facing the wall, the saw was now activated. The rod extends a little more, pushing the spinning metal into the unbreakable van. The moving blades were now halfway into the inside of the truck. And to where Donatello is sitting. The purple turtle see it moving down and getting closer to him.
"Whoa!" he yelps, jumping out of the way just before the metal blades makes contact with his green flesh. It does destroy a few appliances inside the truck with a bit of smoke coming out of it but the turtle was okay and not wounded.
Seeing the saw from the side window, Raph immediately does a hard right turn. This causes the youngest turtle to fall down again. The sharp device retracts back into its position before the black garbage truck takes the lead once more. Only Don and Mikey were on the floor from both the sudden buzz saw attack and being knocked off their feet.
Very irritated that they are not winning this fight, Raph decided to level the playing field. "I don't know about you guys, but I've had enough of this."
They can all agree on that. So far, they have been knocked around all night and their foe has not taken a hit yet. It was time to fight back. The driver then slams a button on the dashboard. This causes the front grille of the truck to pop out forward and shape it into a battering ram with the two cylinders from the side pushed outwards. This ignition the boosters, causing the Battle Shell to go at full speed. For the second time of the night, it finally catches up with the black truck and rams it up from behind; giving the taste of its own medicine. This causes the large dark van to swerve out of control.
The delightful teens were all in the front as they all gave out a victory cheer. They managed to get the upper hand on this mysterious foe. But the fight was not over just yet. Raph was pleased with the outcome but he knows that it is not over yet.
He turns to face his brothers and sister. "You like that, you're gonna love this," Raph exclaimed. The fun was not over yet for them as the driver reaches his hand over to another part on the dashboard…
Sally manages to grab his hand before he got the chance. She places her other hand on her chest. "May I?"
Raph nods. "Be my guest."
You can never let your younger sister miss out on all the fun. Especially when she was about to push something… enjoyable. Sally presses the button that she and her brothers are going to love. Another compartment opens up but from the top, this time, to reveal six large hole-sized booth. The press on the button was not just opening the small cubicle, it also unleashes a surprise. And it came in the form of three missiles. It locks onto its target as the arms were shot out from the truck and sails into the air. It keeps on flying at a fast rate and it is not going to stop until it hit something. That is when the three missiles all hit the black truck at the same time. Smoke and fire were exploded when it made contact. It was a direct hit and it was a good one.
Everyone smiles at this success. Including Mikey who points at the destroyed monster. "Yeah, got him."
Thinking that the evil mammoth itself was down for the count, everyone gasps. Why? Maybe because the truck itself actually escapes the blast; unscathed, and drives off. The teens all now have stunned looks on their faces. "How tough can this truck be?" is what is going through their minds. Never have they encountered something like this in their lives before.
"We need bigger missiles," Mikey pointed out. Or maybe a nuclear bomb would do the trick.
Sally raised an eyebrow. "Ya think?"
Knowing that this truck is much more tougher than they think, almost everyone who is still standing up all went back to their seat. Everyone excerpts for Mikey who remains standing since there are no more seats left. Maybe once this mission is over, maybe Don can actually install another seat just in case.
The chase was now resumed despite that surprised outcome. But this interesting truck has more surprises up its sleeves other than the flamethrower from the back and its indestructible exterior. Just close to the back wheels of this colossal was a small pipe, not larger than the previous one, spits out something as and hopefully not as hot as the inferno. Only dark purple substance was coming out this time. It appears to be oil – probably the same oil that Don and Sally have juts uncover in the junkyard a few hours ago. It continues to spread all over the docks – and the same path that the ninjas were on. Raph tries his best to steer the truck out of the way. But if he did, he and his family would go flying off the docks and into the water.
Just as soon as the tyre hits the slippery substances, the Battle Shell was once again goes out of control. The red turtle did the best as he could to hold onto the wheel as he turns left to right on this unexpected new surface.
"Hang on." He looks behind to his family. "We got major oil slickage."
At that note, everyone holds on tight. Raph then slams onto the brake, hoping to gain some ground and hoping not to spin out of control. Unfortunately, there was too much oil on the floor to gain any dry ground. The Battle Shell begins to slide and spin around, down on its path.
And thanks to the spinning, it makes a certain turtle to go a different shade of green. He clutches to his stomach whilst rocking back and forth. "Whoa! I-if you guys forgot what we had for dinner,…I think about to remind you." He didn't bother to tell them. Covering his mouth with his hand, he quickly races over to the back part of the van and begins to throw up. Gross.
It continues to slide down the slippery path as the black truck, still pouring the oil, keeps on driving on a smooth path. Right now, it just coming up to Pier 55 with the large black numbers painted on the side. It smashes through a closed black fence that leads to the wooden wharf.
The spinning Battle Shell has now passed the warehouse on Pier 55 and slides through the busted fence on the oil slick. As they arrived on the docks, Raph was doing the best as he can on the wheel, trying to gain control of his ride. After a few more turns, the Battle Shell makes a sharp left turn…into the open water!
"Everybody, hold on!" Don cried out. They all did what he said before he presses a button on his control. With only a meter away from taking a dive, out pops a grappling hook from the back. It flies in the air, opens up a bit of its claw and grabs onto the first thing it touches. It clamps onto one of the pier's mast and locks in.
The Battle Shell goes soaring like an eagle off the decking…but was cut short as the rope was tightly pulled from the pillar to the truck.
The teens all screamed inside as the truck was tipped forward and fall over the edge; making a small splash when the front made contact with the water. But only by a little bit. Now, they were just hanging there. Only the grille of the truck was submerged into the river. They were all saved by the hook! Not a second too soon or they would be swimming with the fishes.
Knowing that the rope would not hold on for long, they all need to bust out. With the back flung open, the teens wasted no time to jump out of the death ride in their very own car and land on their own feet. Mikey was the last one to jump out and lands as well. Once he and the others have gain their ground, the jokester looks up.
"Look," he cries out, pointing in his direction. The black van that was chasing them at first, then they were chasing, back to chasing them and finally, chasing it, and it is now…driving off on the pier. For some strange reason, it wasn't stopping and there wasn't any more wooden road up ahead. Everyone stands up as they all watched the truck drives off the wooden platform or more like flies off the wooden platform and takes a giant drop into the river. It makes a huge splash before it was submerged into the water.
The ninjas all raced up to the edge of the wharf. They all halted to see the black garbage truck starts to disappear into the dark depths of the river.
It was not coming back up. And so was the driver. It was all over. The Truck of Darkness is gone.
The teens can finally do a victory cheer as they shake their arms in the air. And Mikey decided to add something else to the mix.
He lifts his arms in the air and swings his hips from side-to-side. "T-M-N-T! What's you get is what you see!" he cheered while doing his own little dance. He stops dancing to see the look on his siblings' faces. Awkwardness has filled the air and bizarrely with the hint of repulsion is on his family's faces. First, the girly scream and now this? Put on a wacky costume and Mikey is the complete package.
Raph crossed his arms over. Watching that dance was not a good sight to see. "You know, seriously, you're only embarrassing yourself." He was right. What Mikey could only do was stand up from his position and looks down in shame. He has really made a fool of himself.
With the craziness and the weirdness out of the way, it was time for seriousness. The ninjas all looked at the truck as the back of it has finally submerged into the water. As it continues to sink, it would be only a matter of time before the culprit will reveal itself. And the teens will be here waiting for him. Or her. Or it.
"Now,…let's see who crawls out of this thing," Leo wonders. He can't not wait to see who has been kidnapping the homeless folks so he can finally bring them to justice.
His younger brother is ready for anything. He pulls out his own pair of Sais and twirls them around before looking at the leader. "I've got a few things to discuss with it."
Although, those few things are going to have to wait.
Because once again, judging from Sally's expression, something else was about to happen.
They look down back at the water as it begins to…lit up? Only partly the water was lighting up as the same colour as the truck's headlights. The teenagers could not believe what they are witnessing. They all took a defence position.
"What the shell?" the stunned blue turtle uttered. He is not the only one who's shocked. They too were seeing this, not dreaming it.
Wait. That thing is still alive? And it's swimming…underwater?
The truck itself is still alive. And instead of swimming with the fishes, it was swimming or driving away from the docks and towards…a peculiar island just only a few hundred yards away from the city itself. The ninjas continue to watch the small portion of red water swimming towards the island that appears to be right in the middle of the city's harbour.
Well, that is something you don't see every day.
On the shore is a small sign which the teens quite can't see from a far distance. In the middle of the island was producing smoke and emitting a strange glow to it. The same colour as the truck's headlights. Just like the truck, this island is full of questions that are needed to be answered.
Maybe…this island could be the key on finding their lost friends.
(The Lair, Manhattan, NY – 12:57am)
Morning has just arrived to begin another day. Pretty much everyone – possibly the entire city – would be either awake or sleep at this time of the night.
After pulling the Battle Shell out of the river for about 10 minutes, the teens have finally made it back home. Their rat father was nowhere to be seen as he has retired to his quarters for the night. No-on even bother to go wake him up as Leo has already gave him the update when Don and Sally called in about the sudden disappearance of their friends.
They all decided not to hit the hay just yet as they were still reeling in on what happened during the deadly chase of the large garbage truck. They all thought that it took a nose dive into its watery grave, but it proved to be a whole new machine as it has the ability to swim or drive underwater. It then heads towards a huge island just a few hundred yards away.
With the location added to their list of mysteries, they decided to find out more about the island.
After a few typing and a short search, Don has found something. The family all gathered around his computer station. On his screen is a short video of the same island that they saw earlier. The quality of the clip was a little grainy but it does provide a good shot of the isle. A second just went by when a picture appears in front of it. It appears to be another mountain with three-shaped hills and the picture of a rising sun, very similar to what they usually see in advertisement in Japan. In the same picture is what appears to be a trach can that is tipping content into the middle of the mountain. It was a logo.
Although it was unsuspected to the outside world, it does raise a number of questions to the teens. Especially if it has something to do with their kidnapped friends.
"Ok, so, what's the deal with this island that's just floating about that no-one seems it noticed until now?" the curious kunoichi wonders. Everyone else has their arms crossed over. Raph was by himself on one end of the table while the others are all huddled around the brainiac sitting on his stool.
Don turns to his siblings, as well as pointing to the screen. "Well, turns out this is the best-run landfill operation not just in the city, but in the entire country," he explains.
"Best-run doesn't mean…best," Leo said. "It just means most profitable." He does bring a value point. Any good business would have a good income.
"Come on, Leo. What could they really be up to out there?" Raph wonders. "They're right in the middle of the city harbor." And no-one seems to raise a complaint about it.
"And how does this connect with the homeless people?" Sally added. It does raise another good point. No-one really knows why they are being kidnapped.
The leader unfurls his arms and positions them to his side. "If business is as good as Don says, anything they want to. A few payoffs in the right hands can go a long way." With the kidnappings, this Garbageman that was spoke by their friend, the Professor and the black truck; it is all connected with that island. Leo knows what to do now. It was time to move out. "We need to check this place out."
Guess it couldn't hurt to go over there to visit and get some answers. Leo takes the lead in the pack with Don and Sally all in pursuit of their leader. Mikey only remains standing with his arms crossed over. In his opinion, the island may be ominous and haunted for all he knows. But it shouldn't be that scary for him and his siblings to make it the next stop.
"Something stinks on that island," he mimics with the tone of the famous Terminator before turning to face the other way, extending a finger upwards, "…and it ain't the garbage."
Mikey just loves to crack up a joke, even when they just about to head out for a mission. Raph comes up behind his younger brother and delivers a slap upside the head. "Yeah! Keep trying, Mikey," the hothead mocks his brother's jokes before he walks to the lift. "Someday you'll get a winner."
The jokester rubs his hand on the newly-formed bruise on his head. Why couldn't his brother enjoy a laugh from any of his jokes once in a while? "Hey, come on. That was pretty good."
And it was pretty good in his opinion. He now heads to the exit to join his brothers and sister. If he wasn't a mutant ninja, he could end up being a comedian. Maybe in the next life.
(The Harbour, Manhattan, NY – 1:10am)
The strange island was now their target.
Going through a few tight tunnels and sewer pipelines, they have finally come to an opening that leads them to the harbour. Yards ahead of them is the same island that they are traveling to. Hopefully the answers to the mystery of their kidnapped friends and the truck lie on the smoking, floating fortress. The ninjas' bandana tails were whipping in the air thanks to the cool breeze.
"Looks harmless," Don said. Maybe on the outside like that truck…
Sally was right behind her brother; placing her hand on the mutant's shoulder. "Looks can be deceiving, bro." It's the inside that holds the secrets.
Leo was watching the island with a sharp eye. Seeing how peaceful that this island can be, sends red flags into his mind. Even perfect picture has something hidden inside. "It's quiet…maybe too quiet," he whispers.
The youngest turtle, known to come up with famous quotes, was somewhat a little peeved of this. He turns to see his sister whom was right beside him. "Now, see, how does Leo make that line work?" he quietly complains.
She shrugs her shoulders. "You have to pick your moment."
The blue leader didn't want to waste any time. He holds up his hand, getting everyone's attention. "Enough," he hisses at them, but not too harshly, more like the he wants his team to stay focus. "Let's go."
In order to get over to the island you need a boat. Well, for the ninjas, they don't need to. All they have to do was take a huge breath. Leonardo and Donatello were the first to dive in, followed by Raphael and Michelangelo. The kunoichi was the last to jump in. It is not that she is fond of swimming, it is the chosen clothing that she is wearing. This was another reason why Sally needs to buy swimwear for herself. She hates to swim in her clothes. Once she gets to shore, it would take a long time for her to dry off, unlike her brothers who only wear masks, belts, sashes, kneepads and elbow pads. But right now, she has to suck it up and keep on swimming.
Kicking with all their might, they did their very best not to get spotted. So staying underwater was the best solution. It would be a matter of time before they have to go up for air.
Good thing that they are only a few yards away from the shore of their next location and they have enough air to spare until they have arrived. During her swim, Sally looks over to see younger brother just cruising along for the ride. And by cruising, he is actually swimming backwards with his hands placed behind his head with the most ludicrous smile on his face.
He is goofing off. As always. Shaking her head, Salvadora keeps on swimming.
As the leader, Leo was already ahead of the group. As he gets closer to the island, the sandy ground below begins to descend upwards. The shore is right up ahead. He halts for a second to see his team not far behind him. Gives a wave to the rest of team as they all catch up to the eldest.
One-by-one, they pop their heads up into the fresh, harbour air. Their bandana tails are just floating on the surface and they were on their knees , resting on the soft muddy ground. Right in front of them is a billboard. It must have been the ad that they saw from afar and it has the same logo that they saw on the website. This must be the landfill that handles the entire country's trash. And hopefully, it is where their friends are located. Leo then scans the area. There doesn't seem to be anyone either on guard or waiting for them. To be sure, he turns to his best friend. Without meeting his eyes, she gives a stern nod.
That means the coast is clear. But there are people here.
From their kneeling position, they all stand up, starting with Leo. Giving the all clear from the female ninja, they all walked onto the dry coast and took off running. Running high and low, they all head to the same place where they would get some answers: the heart of the island. Plus, if there is something smoking in there, there would be a number of workers functioning on this unusual island. They were also on the lookout for any sign of either the Professor or any of the homeless people that know a thing or two about this stinky location.
Running through different alleyways of garbage, a squishing sound was made. And it was made under the green foot of a turtle wearing an orange bandana. Hoping it was something not too sickening, he dares to look down. At first, he was curious. And now, he was disgusted.
Right under his bare foot is what appears to be an unknown watery substance that is the same colour as his ninja mask. Not to mention it's sticky too.
"Eww," he whined. He fully regrets looking down. Mikey lift his leg up, making the substance to stick onto his feet. This causes a great deal to the comedic mutant to change into a different shade of green. "I don't want to know what I just stepped in." Well, what do you expect from a dump? You would bound to step in something that you would regret.
Raph would share his taste of stepping or touching things that he would not dare to touch. But now wasn't the time to complain. He turns to his nagging little brother. "Mikey, focus."
Normally, Leo would say something like that. It just weird coming from Raph's mouth. The orange turtle decided to freak out later as he shakes the gross substances off his foot. He then joins the rest of his family. That is when a spotlight appears out of nowhere and moves in front of the left-behind turtle. The alarmed teens all looked up.
Guards!
It was time to pull the ninja vanish. They all retreated to any place that they can conceal themselves. And the spotlight was moving on a yellow Jeep, driving around the certain area.
There were only two people at the moving spotlight and their whole attire is a bright yellow overall with a grey shirt, a pair of brown gloves, grey boots and a grey/yellow cap. On their faces are yellow mask with red lens and their three breathers are in a coat of the same colour as their shirt.
One was driving and the other holding the spotlight whilst moving it around. It appears that they are on the lookout for any intruders. And the ninjas hoped that they haven't been spotted…yet. Or maybe…they are searching for those who escaped. Like their friends if they were sent here. But why were they sent here?
The five ninjas dressed in green and a bit of blue/white have obscured themselves behind a small trashy mountain to keep themselves from being seen. The truck with the spotlight continues to guide the light all over the right side of the island. The ninjas didn't bother to look over the edge as they got their sister to do that for them. Well, if you guys have started to read this story here and not at the start, in the short version, Sally has the ability to sense things.
The truck continued to drive on the path until it turns around the corner. The turtles look to their sister. She gives the nod. All clear. Wasting no time at all before they come around again, they all started to scale the mountain on a steep slope. Good thing that the garbage that they grasp on it is lodged deep into the heap or else there would green with a hint of pink paste on the dirty ground.
Smoke is still releasing within the heart of this particular island. Whatever is on the other side might explain the black garbage truck and the disappearance of their good friends. Only one way to find out.
The tingling sensation inside Sally's mind – the same feeling that she always felt when she sense things – it was going off the charts. She senses not just those two people but there was…more. This island is full of secrets.
Crawling on their hands and knees, the ninjas have finally made it all the way at the top of the mountain. Peering over the edge, they are now witnessing something that they have never seen before. Only one word was going through their minds.
Unspeakable.
Never in their lives that they have ever seen a place like this.
There were only two large buildings that have been recently constructed by garbage. Installed on the top floor of each building were a number of large spotlights. They were moving around as they have every nook and cranny exposed by the light. On one side is a wooden ramp with one of them leading to the lone shore of the island. There was a huge lake located in the middle and it probably appears to be same substances that the youngest member of the ninja family has recent stepped in. He may have been grossed out by a small dip, but he would have the urge to barf up after seeing the lagoon. The place is also barricade by a metal fence. The structure of it was designed to keep anybody in.
This place, by the looks of it, is an operational plant.
"Huh?" Don gasp, leaning a bit forward to great a better look. Not that he doesn't want to see any more than his family.
Leo turns to his family on his right. "Unbelievable." Sally nodded.
"You said it." She doesn't take her eyes off it for one second. The design of the area was pretty disgusting and this was a lot comparing to the life that she grew up in the sewers. This kind of stuff is actually making her sick to her stomach. Taking her eyes off the junk heap, she draws her attention on something else.
Make that someone else. Shifting through the garbage and all chained up, a number of people are dressed in rages and worn-out clothing is working to the bone.
It was the missing homeless people. Their friends! The Turtles and Salvadora have found their missing friends. And they were put to work through hard labour. What kind of heartless person would kidnap these kind people and stranded them on this…abyss? It was not a workplace, it was more of a prison yard.
A few of them were on a small hill passing a small bucket, one at a time, to the next person. A small number of were all carrying a much larger garbage and was transporting it from one side to the other. And the last of them were close to another section of the rubbish as they shift through at the base.
Even after they were captured, how come they didn't take the time to escape? Well, there were more of these guys in the yellow overalls and most of them are holding what appears to be a long rod. And they looked pretty threatening.
Walking in the middle whilst carrying a garbage bag over his shoulder, the blue-breaded hobo intentionally trips himself over and falls flat on the ground. This causes him to drop his load as he was very exhausted from the work that he was given and his hat to fly off his head. Sweat has appeared on his face. Ever since he and his friend was capture, he was not given a break from his duties.
Bushed was quickly replace with dread when a masked guard holding a rod approaches him. The covered worker was going to make sure that the slacker will pay for idling off. "Get up," he barked. Aiming his metal staff at the unarmed fellow, the end of the stick sparks up and zaps into the hobo. The blue-breaded hobo lets out an aching screaming.
This is how these masked people punish their workers. Through torture.
And at the sight of this harsh treatment causes two of the toughest beings to get all fired up. Nobody hurts their friends and get away with it. Not while they are around.
"This is making me sick," Raph angrily mutters. He stands up with one of his Sais at ready. Sally too does stand up at the same time as she punches her fist into her open hand. Just when they are ready to go down there to give a little piece of their mind, Leo halts only his brother by placing a hand on the mutant's shoulder and pulls him down. Not just yet. Sally sees this and ducks down.
Back on the ground, the mayhem continues. If any of the homeless people even slow down or stopped moving, they would end up getting shocked by the workers. As much as they want to go down there and save their friends, they can't just yet blow their cover. Instead, they continues watch the carnage.
"Move along," barked on of the mean guards.
The ninjas continue to observe the entire scene from above. The more that they waste watching the action, the more suffering that brings to everyone who is in chains. They need to act quickly and decisive in order for their mission to succeed. And they need to hurry.
Because something big and scary was heading their way.
Right in the middle of the orange lake, a portion of the slimy water itself begins to rise. Only because something enormous was emerging from within. It has to be that black garbage truck. It has to be. If so, it would explain why everyone that has stopped working and gasping at sight.
"Eww. Gross." Seeing the goo itself moving or its appearance is enough for the comical reptile to turn his stomach inside out.
As it continues to rise, the sycophantic substance then slides of the dangerous vehicle; revealing it black surface. Once it has stop moving upward, it then moves forward as it begins to drive up the wooden ramp. The black garbage truck continues to ascend up the platform for a short until it comes up to a steep ramp that is secured by a few guards, both armed. It just drove past them before coming to a halt and begins to back up to the slope. The back door then slides open which then empties the fillings within the truck. And by fillings, it meant more homeless people to add to the prison line.
Unexpectedly, only three people accounted for falls out of their ride of terror. They all screamed as they cascades down on the ramp and into the heap pile of trash. Lucky for them, a few of the steady prisoners were waiting for them at the bottom, coming to the new additions' aid.
Seeing more and more people coming to their worst nightmare is another reason why the red turtle couldn't take much more of this. He extends his weapon high above his green head. "That's it," he growls.
He tries again and just like before, he was stopped by his older brother, grabbing him by the wrist this time. "Hold on, Raph." Leo points to the black truck. "Look."
After discarding the homeless like garbage, the truck itself has just driven away from the ramp. It drives onto a cliff not too far from the slope and comes to a complete stop just between two more guards. The headlights then died down along with the engine. The next second later, the sides and top of the vehicle then pops open; releasing smoke from the latches. The front door of the truck then flips open, where in the dark; there stood a figure that has taken up most of the doorway.
This could be it. The heroes were about to find out who or what this Garbageman really is.
When the truck first came to the island, Sally used her powers to take a peek into the truck. What she found inside was something horrifying…and bulky. Even more bigger than Hun himself.
And she was never wrong.
Walking out, or more like driving out on what appears to be like a mecha-like wheelchair or a small version of a tank is by far the most obese that the ninjas have ever seen.
Sally was right. He was bulky in the overweight version and a lot more horrifying than their usual nightmares.
At least he was in clothing with a stained white singlet and a black cap on his head. He was also bald with no strand of hair on his head. There was the sighting of two moles on his left cheek and has red malicious eyes. Only the top part of his body that can be seen from space, he shows lack of his legs as it might within his machine.
On the front part of the car have three slots for his defence that shows three long missiles. The control of the small vehicle is the controller sticks that people would use to play video games and it is placed in front of him. There also wires that connect to the machine and are lodge into his open skin and two large mechanic claws all ready at his side. Saliva was seeping out of his mouth and flies are just buzzing around him.
The Garbageman has finally arrived. And looking more disgusting than ever.
As comes to a halt on the edge of the cliff, he gives out a maniacal laugh as the giant mass throws his hands up in the air in which the claws do the exact same thing. Every time that he moves his hands or arms, so does the claws that are linked with his mind.
From their hiding spot, the teens could only watch was their mouth gaping. Never in their lives is that they have ever seen something that so…repulsive.
The orange pool was not the only thing that grosses out the youngest ninja of the team. He points to the thing on the buggy as he looks to his rebel brother. "That…is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen."
He was not the only one. Raph looks at Mikey. "Just this once, I totally agree with you."
In everyone else's case, including Sally's, which is the most disgusting man that she has ever seen. That is why she is going a bit pale. Placing a hand over her mouth, the kunoichi resist the desire to barf.
The Garbageman himself looks down on all of his subjects. "Greetings,…" he then clenches his fist, "…filth." Oh, he's the one to talk. Have you looked yourself in the mirror lately?
He was the King of Trash and the homeless are all his servants. They were now his property. At least he is not aware for some extra company that has decided to come to his little island for a little visit. They just haven't made their appearance just yet. Right now, the monster behind the kidnapping decided to address to his…people. If they ever tried to make their escape, every guard on duty has blocked off every possible exits to make sure that nobody would leave the Garbagman's island.
Hitting the button on his little dashboard, a small feedback was made but functioning well for him to speak.
"Garbage…is…power."
Kneeling down on their stomach on the mountain top, the Turtles and Sally continue to watch the scene unfold. They are just waiting for the right moment to strike.
"If that's true, then this guy's Superman," Mikey said. Yeah, from the Planet Trashton.
Sally doesn't take her eyes on her new friends and their new foe for one second. "And I wonder what his Kryptonite? Handy Andy?"
The dirty foe continues to speak to his society. Every time that he moves his hands and arms, so does his claws. "Before I brought you to this island,…" Correction, you kidnapped them. "…you were nothing but human garbage. No home…"
Without warning, the guards are all standing behind the defenceless homeless and zap them all in the back; letting out aching screeching. "…no purpose…"
They all fall to their knees as they absorb the stinging agony from their electrical prods. "…no value. But now,…I have recycled you, given you work sifting through the refuse that the city stupidly squandered,…"
While he was talking, the ninjas all stand up whilst taking out their weapon. It was time for the Ninja Turtles and the Kunoichi to dethrone the King of Junk Isle.
"…to build my fortune." The thought-to-be-a-successful-leader of the kingdom throws his hands and mechincal claws in the air. "Behold the birth of my empire,…" The grossest man to ever walk among the planet sucks some spit in whilst taking a breath, "…invisible to the outside world until it is too late."
Just as the ninjas were ready to go down there and show a little mean and green Shell-shocked lesson, someone wearing a familiar colourful hat from the audience stands up from his kneeling. He decided to take a stand against the fiend himself.
And it was none other than the Professor himself.
Looking at the Garbageman with a strong-minded look, he proudly places a hand just over where his heart is. "I'd rather be a free man; living on the streets,…" he arrogantly points his finger at the slob on the high cliff, "…than a slave in your stinking empire."
One of his servants was talking back at him. This does not please the Garbageman at all. He was now fuming. "GUARDS! Silence him!" He points to the rebel down below on the filthy ground. "Get these ungrateful beasts back to work…NOW!"
Horror has overtaken Professor's face when the vile monster was throwing a huge tantrum; the one that cannot be calmed down in a split second. But that is not why he was frightened all of a sudden. One of the guards comes up behind the defenceless elder and zaps him badly in the back. Unable to handle the immense pain, he falls flat onto the ground; now having a throbbing back.
After watching the fully scared and hurt homeless people because of their new landlord and seeing the motion made on their dear old friend, that was the final straw.
The expression on their faces was pretty much the same which it is has painted the word "fury" on it. The teens have finally had enough.
It was time to end this. Once and for all.
Raph clenches his fists tight around his chosen weapon. "That's it. Time to take out the trash!" he bellowed out. It was time to say hello to their little friend, the Garbageman. Leo and Don were the first to jump off the cliff, followed by Raph and Sally as they all charged into battle. They gave all out a war cry whilst running down the rubbishy hill. Only Michelangelo was left behind. Why didn't he jump in with the rest of his family?
He directed his attention on something else. Not too far from was a long but large board-shaped piece of hard cardboard. Seeing this gives him an idea. If he was going into battle, he should do it…with style.
He grabs the board, hops on and starts to ride up the edge. He does a small jump in the air which lands him on the steep stope. "New concept, guys. Garbage boarding," he calls out his idea as he rides faster and faster down the hill. "Yahoo!"
The orange turtle did a number of twists and turns on the smooth path before him. The rest of family were now jumping down onto a small ramp just close to the bottom level. That is when their youngest member of the team has manages to catch up with them. As they start running, Mikey keeps on sliding.
After hearing the cry in the distance, the yellow guards in overalls all turned around and so did the prisoners. The Garbageman sees this too. Coming towards them are four green and a pink interferes. They have already infiltrated the island and they are heading this way. But they shouldn't be afraid. They are all armed with their weapons. And so are they.
Knowing that their weapons are more powerful, they all advance at them. Before they could do anything, the two ninjas in green along with the kunoichi have all jumped up and lands an aerial kick into the chest; sending them to the ground while the one with the Bo Staff does a pole vault and kicks into the fourth attacker away.
That only leaves with two more to deal with the last one. And he was coming in fast!
He was approaching the ramp. As the guards are coming closer to the turtle, Mikey then rides off the makeshift ramp and was now soaring like an eagle.
"COWABUNGA!" He lets out his famous catchphrase as loud as he can be while knocking the two guards off their feet with the help of his temporary board that he just picked up. They are just too skilled for them! He then ditches the board and finally joins his brothers and sisters.
The homeless people were all waiting at the fence for their saviours. They were all still chained up. Not for long.
Using their weapons, they cut, break and slash the bits of metal that bonded their friends to be trap here. Now all free, they decided to repay the heroes…by joining them on the action. Grabbing whatever blunt weapon that they can find, the homeless people start to chase after the guards to fight back their freedom. This is also known as payback.
This ambush has turned into a riot.
Terrified of the sudden uprise, the guards have decided ditch their rods and run for their lives with their tails between their legs like cowards. It is funny how quickly that the table have turned into their favour. As the chase lives on, only a few hobos decided to remain on the sidelines as they both watched the action. It's either that they don't know how to fight or they didn't bother to join in.
The blond guy turns to his friend. "This is just like a big action movie, ain't it?"
"Yep."
With pretty much of all guards occupied, they don't seem to be anyone keeping an eye on the trapped homeless. They were all too busy getting some what is known as payback. Not to mention that the only person that hasn't joined in the fray was a familiar elder. Still soak up in the pain from the electrical rod; he was immobile on his knees. That is when Donatello and Salvadora rushed over to his side.
"Professor,…" he asked as the two teens hook a hand under the old man's arms and helps him to his feet, "…are you alright?" The older gentleman lets out a groan whilst rubbing his sore head. He is okay. Sally used the time slashes the chain off around his feet.
Once again, the elder was absolute appreciative. "Never felt better, Donatello," he happily replied. Maybe it was from either the outburst to the Garbageman, or that he and the others are being rescued by their dear friends. It would probably be both.
"Well, it looks like your buddies have the guards pretty much under control," Don pointed out. And he did point his finger at the action before them. The Professor even turns around to see for himself. The guards were indeed being chased by their friends with sticks and metal pipes in their hands.
Once the toughest guards on the island has transformed into the chickens that they as they all climbed up the large garbage hill, trying to escape from the free homeless folks. A few of them have made it up to the top and resume their running. The last one manages to make it until he was pulled down at the last second.
Guess his little speech that he had a few seconds ago has given them the courage to rise up and fight for their freedom. The rebellion has won this round. But the war isn't over just yet.
He turns his attention back to his young ninja buddies. "And may I take this opportunity…" he then directs his attention while pointing to the last guest of the party who has not moved from his spot, "…to encourage you to kick that so-called Garbageman's stinking derriere?"
And that is when they are joined by the rest of the ninja squad. Their mission tonight was just like a video game. With the main objectives out of the way, all that is left is the final boss level.
Sally draws out her last sword. "With pleasure, Professor." She and her brothers all leaped towards the disgusting foe; leaving the Professor all by himself.
The Lord of the Trash Isle couldn't believe the current event that is proceeding at this very moment. Just a few moments ago, his own little empire was on the verge for greatness and the brink to rule the world.
But now,… his slaves are on the loose, his loyal guards are running away like quitters and his entire empire is now falling apart!
And it would have never happened…if these newbies didn't crash the party!
"What's this? They're sending freaks and more human garbage…against me?" he lisps muttered to himself as he puts his vehicle into reverse. "I'll dispose of this genetic refuse." And he means it. He has started from the bottom for a very long time and he can't let it all go to waste in just one night.
He was backed away a fair distance from the teens who have just arrived to stop the freak himself. Not to mention that they were at a nice distance from his stench. This causes the human ninja of the team to grab hold of her tunic and cover her entire nose and mouth. She thought the sewers and garbage island was this bad, but compared his smell with them was nothing at all.
At anytime in any situation, Mikey takes the opportunity to starts things off with a good o' punch line. "It's Garbage Day, fat man. Time to take your can out to the curb."
A fuse inside the giant man has already started to burn and was sizzling very quickly. "What?" He then grinds his teeth together. It was bad enough that his dream kingdom was falling apart. And now, he has to deal with a smart mouth.
"Uh,…" he was twirling his lone weapon in his grasp before taking the opening for the second time with another one, "…how about 'time to dump you in the dumpster, Smelly Boy'." The new nickname had to sting. In the Garbageman's case, it felt like a dynamite has jump blew up inside of him.
If they actually look closer, the teens can see the hot steams coming out of his ears.
The Garbageman is absolutely furious.
"You!" The monster points at the loud mouth. "SHUT UP!"
Yeah, like that's going to stop Mikey from being himself.
Thanks to the orange turtle's snappy comment, it has got him all riled up. Lifting his claws high in the air, he brings it down, trying to flatten or grabbed hold of the talkative mutant. But Mikey proved to be a skilled and fast ninja when he flips backward just before the claw makes its impact. The sole device itself makes a huge dent on the wooden platform as it retracts back to its position.
Retreating back to his siblings, Mikey armed himself with his weapon. Now that he has taken his shot, it was his siblings' turn. But who will make the move first? The Garbageman draws a bit closer to the team. Just before he throws another punch, the eldest jumps at the chance.
"Hyah!" Leo cries out. The wheelchair thug begins to wheel back as the turtle lands in front of him and starts to swing his swords. He tries to aim at the Garbageman but he instead aims at the metal talons as they were protecting the wired human.
As soon as his arms are spread out, so did the claws. And an opening for Leo.
He hops onto the hood of the small vehicle and spins his katanas around, preparing to slash the exposed hulk. Quick to think, the Garbageman quickly grabs hold of his controls and fiddles them, putting the tank into reverse just before the turtle lands a mark on him. The monster backs up all the way to another steep ramp. As he gets up a meter off the previous slope, he was ready to fight back.
Smiling devilishly, he has something else planned for his new green and rosy foes.
Flipping the flap on one of the stick and pressing the hidden button, the missiles were launched from their compartments and sails in the air. It then heads towards its targets. The ninjas proved once again that their speed and maneuvering can overcome the firepower. One even hit on the boardwalk just close to the rebel ninja himself. And he was starting to get a bit ticked off that he hasn't thrown a punch at something or someone tonight. He manages to jump away from the explosion.
The five teenagers continue to race up to the top of the mountain, hoping to catch their repulsive kidnapper on wheels. While still rolling backwards, the Garbageman gives out a bellowed laugh. They were too slow…and that is a hurtful stereotype to them. But why is he laughing? Because he has another dirty surprise for them.
Coming out from his behind and slithers into a long length was a large grey hose. It moves around like a scorpion's tail. But instead of a sharp stinger, it has an open nozzle. But…that's not the worst part.
Once it has aimed at the fast ninjas, it then squirts out dark greenish sludge at them. Seeing the sludge coming straight towards them, the first motion was for everyone to jump out of range…well, everyone except for Raph. He instead stood his ground and takes the hit on the rushing slime. Yuck.
Not knowing how much of the sewage waste that this guy is holding, Don knows that his brother is in trouble. After he makes a landing, he holds his staff up high and now taking a running start, the violet turtle swiftly throws his only weapon to its goal.
Right on the mark, it plugs up the hole. The only hole. And you know what happens if you plug something that is still running through the only hole, right?
With the Bo Staff lodged into the hole, the tube itself begins to shake. "What?" the slimy giant utters. It didn't take him that very long to realised when the tube began to increase in size and lets out a gasp. It continues to build up but he didn't do anything to stop it. He just gives out a scream before the tube couldn't handle the pressure and explodes. The remaining sludge went everywhere in the small area; including the monster himself. The Bo Staff was thrown back to the hand of the wielder as the mud was splattered to the ground.
There was not just the trail of slime on the wooden ramp but blotches of sludge were painted all over the obese man, his vehicle and the surrounding area.
The Garbageman is now extremely furious. And extremely messy. For him, that was the last straw.
"You…" the monster grabs hold of his controller and tilts it back and forth, "…freaks."
Two front hatches flips up on the top section of his car to reveal two nozzles. Wait. They almost looked like…
The nozzle then lets out two sprouts of flame, flying towards the waiting turtle in orange. The truck! It was just like the one on his truck but much larger! Mikey narrowly jumps over the first heat before ducking the second. To get out of the oven itself, he flips backwards and lands far away from the heat. But as his feet touches the ground; his open foot touches the sludge itself. Without slipping over, he begins to slide down on the slippery path itself. Luckily, Leo was in the path as he holds up his hand and stops him from going any further.
Man, how many more surprises does this this monster have? He might as well have a nuclear bomb inside.
Raph, now all covered in dirty slop, has finally joined his sibling. In rage of course. "Can we finish this?" he grumbles. Sooner that they finished this, the sooner that Raph can have his weekly shower. Everyone all looks at the turtle that is now completely different from the pack.
"Hey, dude,…" Raph turns to his cleaner and more annoying sibling, "…you gotta hit the showers." Not in the mood, bro, but…you do have a reasonable point.
Everyone turns their full attention back the Garbageman who then speaks up. "I will recycle every one of you into the ground!" And he means it. He is not going to stop fighting until he gets what he wants. His completed empire made entirely out of garbage. And soon the whole world in his clutches.
But he then begins to back up as a certain turtle with a pair of chained weapons walks towards him. "Hey, Garbage Brain, if you fight as bad as you smell, we are in trouble," he teases the gigantic slob about this odour before coming to a halt.
Mikey has official crossed the line. The Garbageman now wants to kill him.
"I told you to SHUT UP!" Saying it the second time doesn't stop the loudmouth himself. Maybe grabbing him will? Thrusting his hands forward, the two claws does the same motion. But Mikey was now too smart to read the move. He jumps up just before the claws grab him and again, slams into the wooden platform, making another dent into it. The turtle flies over his head, whilst whacking the giant in his chubby face with his nunchunk, and lands just behind him.
Just like what happened in his big truck, he decided to resume his old chase from the land before. He has encountered a green truck before. He figures it might be theirs. Grabbing hold of his controls, he backs up in reverse until it is facing the other way. "Come back here!" he barked at the runaway turtle. It was time to resume the chase.
Mikey, now joined by his other three siblings, have finally made it to the end of the wooden ramp. No longer they are on wooden as they took their first steps on the dirt ground on the edge of the cliff. And judging how high they are from the open water, it surely looks like a long fall. Only an idiot would fall to a stupid stunt. The problem is that…there were no more paths.
They looked away from the open sight and faced the Garbageman.
"There's no place to run."
He has got a good point. There is only the path that he is blocking or the cliff behind them.
And they hope he doesn't know how to count, because there are only seems to be four ninjas in his sight. Where is the fifth member?
The genius himself was right behind their adversary as he sneaks up behind him. The first place he heads for was the engine of the machine that he rides on. Opening the hatch, he sees the whole motherboard, running at full blast. All he need is time to disable the controls so the teens would have a fair shot of winning this fight and end this nightmare for their good friends.
"Now I've got you!"
Prepared with their weapons, which teenage ninja will strike first? Or will the Garbageman strike first? Whoever is the fastest…will.
Only three eldest leaps up at the same time. Leo was the closest as he brings his swords down for an aerial strike. But the claw that is controlled by the slob whacks the blue turtle out of his range and makes him crash into his technical brother from the back.
Raph was the next dive in. He decided to kick the block off of him but he too was wallop away and ends up into the dirty pile of garbage. Sally tries what Leo did before but ended up with the same results. The Garbageman uses his right claw to slap the young kunoichi and sends her to the ground right near her brothers.
Which only leaves one more ninja.
Just before Mikey can try a different approach, the Garbageman quickly control his claws to grab the poor turtle by the arms. This causes the mutant to drop his weapons on the ground and lift him high in the air. His legs were now dangling at a foot high. At first, the Garbageman was going to throw him away just like the others but after what he said to him from before, he has something else in mind. He drives his cart a bit forward…to the edge of the cliff.
Mikey is now terrified out of his wits. Kicking his legs around, he was now dangling above the open water. The Garbageman was going to drop him over the cliff and fall to his death! But as a reptile, he can survive at this great height and swim. The Garbageman doesn't know about that. But he doesn't care. All he cares was to destroy him. He commands his claws to bring the mutant close to him, picturing the nasty smile on his face.
"Prepare to be…recycled."
With that, he extended his mechanic arms up high in the air, taking the poor screaming mutant in his clutches. The others have already recovered from the blows to notice their poor brother in danger.
"Mikey!" the sister of the mutant ninja turtles cries out whilst picking up her Kodachi. She couldn't believe that her brother at this very moment is about to meet his ends.
"Put him down, Garbage Freak!" demanded the steamy brother. He does not like it when someone messes with any of his family members. Leo picks himself off the ground and arms his katanas. He starts to walk towards the garbage freak himself who has one of his team members in his clutches.
Just before he make his move, that is when Donnie comes up with one. "Hyah!" With a mighty shot-put throw over his shoulder, the turtle's Bo Staff goes soaring through the air for the second time of the night. And it was heading…straight for the defenceless motherboard itself.
Upon a direct hit on the console, sparks were now emitting from the machine as it begins to move throughout the entire ride. The Garbageman looks around in confusion. He doesn't understand what is happening to his machine. He gives out a gasp when his giant claws release his prisoner from his grip. Mikey falls backward and off the cliff. Before he meets his watery grave, he managed to grab the edge of the cliff. Using his arms, he flips up and flies over the Garbageman himself whom was a bit too busy with this new turn of events. Weird noises were made with the mixture of buzzing to it. It would seem that someone has short circuit his machine. The turtle finally lands near his siblings; safe and sound.
Just before the Garbageman can do anything to get his machine back online, it starts to move. On its own.
For some reason, he can't quite control it. "I-I-I c-can't…why don't…What? Huh?" He continues to babble on as he was put into reverse, into forward and into reverse once more. And he was not stopping this time. He was now backing up…to the edge of the cliff.
With the back wheels teetering over the edge, it would only be a matter of time before the ground below him gives away. And since he is all wired up, the Garbageman was now stuck. He cannot escape. Waving his arms in the air and sparks of electricity flying everywhere, the Garbageman was hoping to keep his balance and not fall back.
Too late.
The earth began to crumble to the unstable structure of it or the heavy weight of the cyborg himself. The Garbageman then falls straight for the water, screaming for his own evil life. His hat flies off his head. He continues to fall until he meets the water and creating a huge splash. His only headgear finally floats to the water and begins to submerge into the harbour.
The teens all rushed over to the damaged ledge to look down. They all continued to watch the river from the high ledge. From what they see, the giant in the metal death machine has finally sunk into the harbour and was not coming back up anytime soon.
The nightmare was completely over. The Garbageman is finished.
"For sure, he can't swim," Don said.
The leader of the team lets out an exasperated sign. Even though he did kidnap all those poor people and tried to recycle them, he was still a human being. Plus, the teens are not that heartless. "We've gotta do something."
Raphael has already read his mind and so did everyone else. "I knew you were gonna say that."
At least where they are going he can wash off all the crud off him. Simultaneously, they all jumped off the cliff and dive into the water. Now underwater, the ninjas all swam to where the Garbageman might have settled after he made his big splash. Swimming around the surrounded area, they were hoping to see if the fat blob himself has indeed survived the fall or not.
After a hasty search, they finally found the certain machine, tipped on its side…but no driver. He has vanished.
The machine itself was left to rust at the bottom as they all swam back up to the surface to breathe up.
"No sign of him here," Leo reported. Everyone else has already resurfaced.
"He's gone," Don speaks.
Baffled by this, Sally turns to her brothers. "Man. How can something that huge just vanish in mere seconds?"
They didn't bother to give her an answer. Because no-one really knows how he disappeared like that, but they do know one thing.
The formidable Garbageman has cheated death. And he will return. One day.
A garbage scow, all filled up with numerous bags of rubbish, was now leaving the island.
After failing to find their enemy, the teens have given up the search and all swam back to dry land. The sun was rising from the horizon as they all saw the entire community of the homeless folks on a shore. They were all watching the small boat, sail away from the island. The teens all approached the oldest member of the group.
"What's up, Professor?" Don wonders. Since the Garbageman was gone (and hopefully, for good this time), shouldn't they all jump on the boat to head for the inlands? Maybe there was no room on the ride and have to wait for the next one.
The elder himself turns around to face some friendly faces. "We voted to stay here," he declared. "There's food and shelter. The Garbageman was right about one thing. People do throw away a lot of valuable items." Some homeless people all gathered around the elder as he is the current leader.
Guess the villain of this story does has a good point. Judging by the scale of the island, these people do have a lot of chances living here than on the streets. It may be not what they expected but it will do.
Disappointed of their decision, Sally can't help but be glad for them. "I'm happy for you, Professor. But…we are really going to miss you and everyone else if you move here."
The Professor sweetly smiles at the young woman. "It is alright, my friend," he reassures her. "We will see each other again in the future."
"And about the Garbageman,…watch out for him. Something that evil always comes back," Raph advise the senior. If anything or anyone can survive something like this, there is no doubt that he will return.
Oh, great! First Leo and now Raph? Who's next, Don? That comment made by his older brother causes the orange turtle to boot his foot into the dirt, kicking up a few dusts in the air.
"Now see? That worked," he complained. "How do you come up with those?" What is the turtle's secret? How does he come up with such good lines compared to the ones that he has done in the past?
The red ninja simply places a hand on his brother's shell before heading for home. "Quit recycling the old ones, Mikey. Keep looking for something new." Everyone else followed in pursuit.
Sally nodded. "Hey, that one works too!" This now causes the jokester to groan in disappointment.
With one baddie down, there are plenty more to go! Salvadora and her turtle brothers will have to keep their eyes and ears out for more along the way in their adventures. Join in another chapter of:
The Saint's Hope: The Shredder Strikes Part 1
Author's Notes: You guys have no idea how sorry I am.
First off, it's my life that held me back. I was on a flying start on this chapter, but,…I almost left it behind. With my job, watching a few TV shows and seeing a few movies, not to mention reading some good FanFics along the way, there doesn't seem to be the time for me to sit down and write. At least I managed to get back into it. Plus, I would have finished it before the weekend but we had Father's Day down here. My life is filled with the busiest schedule so far.
If you guys have already noticed, I have started on a new FanFic. It is based on the NT 2014 movie and later next year, I will get started on the 2016 once it has come out on Blu-Ray/DVD (whichitisthisweek!) I have already got the story in mind for the sequel and I did say before that you'll have to wait for the sequel one year after that story has finished, just like in the movie.
Next was my job hunt. Despite working well for the past two years at my current job with a few months off in the gap, I have been looking for work in the hospitality area. I might be able to get a job at my local sports club if I can get it. Who knows what might happen?
Also, with all the money that I have been saving up, I'm planning to get a Mac Desktop! If I get this, I will resume my videos on my YouTube Channel. If you guys don't know, it's called Jessie Order Production. Check it out! I got a number of videos already up and running!
With all that aside, the climax of the story is upon us! Like I did say, it will almost be the same as the former story but with a bit of changes here and there. And this chapter will be ready to upload in about…two weeks with the second part as well. Maybe.
But other than that, can't wait. And I know what you guys are thinking? She is going to ditch this story like last time, right? Well…nope. Not this time. But I think I did say that I will take a small break after each season is finished, right? If so,…yes.
So once again, thank you guys SO much for your patience. I hope it wasn't too much trouble. Anyway, don't forget to review and add me or the story to favourites. Love to hear more from my fans! Take care!
Until we meet again,
TheDragonLord2912