This took longer than I thought it would.
A new Pokemon is introduced. You'll see...
It was a calm night in New York City. Nobody's causing any problems or anything. Just minding their own business. Just like I was minding mine.
That is, until I hear a cry in the nearest alley. It sounds like a Pokémon I've seen and heard before. I look down and see two ominous figures flying by at blinding speed, one smaller than the other. I decide to follow them.
One looked like a small, light brown fox Pokémon with brown eyes, the other a medium sized black cat with purple dragon wings, a yellow stripe running along his back, and a frighteningly glowing pair of red eyes.
The small fox Pokémon ran as fast as it could in the alleys, trying to lose whatever was chasing it. It was scared half to death when the medium sized cat practically jumpscared it, displaying his sharp teeth.
The small Pokémon reveals itself to be an Eevee, larger than most Eevee. Must be around level 40. And, as you may have guessed, the medium sized cat was Kirā. And he looks like he was ready to eat something. My eyes widen. Is he gonna eat that poor little Eevee?
Kirā licks his chops. "I've never tried Eevee before. But I'm about to find out. I feel like eating anything right now." He growls sadistically at the little Eevee. It curls up into a ball, scared to death about his fate.
Not if I have anything to say and or do about it!
I jump down in between Kirā and the Eevee, glaring death at my enemy. Charmander stood by the Eevee. Kirā seems to be undeterred. "Ah, Marcel. You're just in time. Join me, and we can have a bite together." He said, looking over my shoulder at the little Eevee, who was staring at me in awe, mouth partway open.
"Uh, no thanks. This little guy's still young. Besides, wouldn't you want something bigger, meatier, better tasting?" I ask him. I hear a stomach growling. "Now you're making me hungrier." He snarls. I had to do something. All I have on me is a Ganlon Berry.
"Want it? Take it." I said, holding out the Ganlon Berry.
"What do you take me for, a vegetarian? I'm not eating that thing."
"I bet your mother said you were a picky eater. How do you know you don't like it if you don't at least try it?" He growls. "Fine. I gotta eat something." Almost like a dog, he eats the Ganlon Berry from my hand. "Hm. Not bad."
"Now, if you would be nice for once, show a bit of mercy and spare this little Eevee's life." I said firmly. He shrugs halfheartedly. "Might as well. I'm not in the mood for a fight tonight. Not even a helpless little Eevee's worth this." Kirā flies away without another word. Well, I gotta said, that was so easy, I almost feel guilty.
The Eevee makes a little barking sound, and it rubs his head against my forearm. Huh. He likes me. Probably because I saved him from "the jaws of death." I reach my hand out to pet it, but he jerks backward a bit with a chirp. Aw, the poor thing. It's scared to death still. Charmander nuzzled him, calming the small fox Pokemon down some.
"It's okay. I won't hurt you." I said softly. Charmander nodded. It came closer to me, then I gently rub my thumb in between his ears. It makes a purring noise. Scared, but he likes me. Maybe I should take him with me. The Eevee hops onto my shoulder, rubbing his head against mine. Maybe I'll keep this little guy and evolve him into a Flareon.
I mean, it's only fair that I tell my new little addition about the turtles, right?
The Eevee hops off my shoulder when I trip over the turnstiles. Everyone was just relaxin' up until now. Eevee wasn't entirely sure how to react. He's never seen mutants other than me and Kirā before now.
Yeah, Kirā's a mutant. I'm not sure how he mutated. Or how he got his dragon wings and twisted mind. He claims that he was just an ordinary tuxedo cat before some alien robots took him and mutated him. Goes without saying who mutated him.
"You okay?" Raphael asked me, helping me to my feet. "I'm good. I'm great, actually. Look what I just rescued from Kirā," The Eevee barks on my shoulder, wagging his tail.
Raphael gives me a confused look. "What the heck is that?" He asked me. "It's an Eevee. I saved him before Kirā could eat him." Eevee took a liking to Raphael quicker than I thought. "That demon tried to eat this cute little guy?" He asked, not taking his eyes off of Eevee. "Crazy, right? I hate it when predators always go after the cute ones."
"Is that what I think it is!?" An excited voice asked. Oh, probably Donatello. An Eevee stowed away one time, got excited, did a little evaluation on it, then I brought it back to where I found it. Wait, is this the same Eevee?
"That depends. What do you think it is?" I asked Donatello. "An Eevee." He answers. "Then yes, it is what you think it is." Sheesh, Eevee likes Donatello so much, he hops on his hand when he holds it out. He tries not to flip out and gently pets it.
"You remember that Eevee that stowed away last week?" I ask him. "Yeah, why?" He asked me. "I think this is the same Eevee."
"You really think so?"
"Could be."
Pātonā barges in with a freaked out look on his face. His breathing was erratic, too. "Hey, calm down, buddy." I place my paws on Pātonā's shoulders and look into his yellow eyes. Slowly, his breathing becomes even. "What's got your whiskers in a knot?" I ask him.
"I was doing a bit of exploring, when this giant reptile scared me away." Nowadays, Pātonā likes to explore the sewers for some reason. Somehow, he never comes back terribly dirty. "What'd it look like?" Leonardo asked him.
"A really big alligator." He answers. "You mean, a regular alligator, but bigger, or...?"
"Oh no. This alligator was huge. It looked like, dare I say it, a mutant." Pātonā explains. "It was taller than me standing up." Yeah, this alligator was definitely a mutant. No normal alligator would tower over a Midnight Form Lycanroc.
"I got a bad feeling about this. The last thing we want is some mutant causing trouble in the sewers," Donatello replies. "Or some news crew down here looking for him," Raphael said. "We've got to track the guy down and stop him ourselves," Leonardo orders.
"Okay... where did you last see the giant alligator?" I ask Pātonā. "Now, let me think..."
...
"Well, tunnel 281, this is the last place I saw him." We're standing in front of the tunnel where Pātonā last saw the alligator. "Thanks, bud." I said to him before blowing on my torch, setting it ablaze. There's been something about my torch that gives me some extra firepower. It does resemble a Reshiram's tail...
Not watching my step, I took a dip into the ground. I was standing on one of the biggest footprints I've ever seen. I can't help but hear teeth chattering. And it sounds like it's right next to me. Maybe I shouldn't have taken Eevee with me.
"What's the matter, bud?" I ask him, petting him gently to calm him down. "Scared of the dark?" He shakes his head. "Scared of the giant alligator?" He nods. "Don't worry. I won't let him hurt you." I reassure him. We all jump when we hear a distant roar and lasers. This only scares my Eevee more.
I slowly walk towards a corner as the roars continue to scare the living daylights out of Eevee. The giant alligator is right there, fighting the Kraang like a flat out Neanderthal. He was ripping bodies apart and everything. He fights just as savagely as me! But then the Kraang start zapping him.
"Tell Kraang in what place can be found the power cell that Kraang wishes to find the place of." I swear, those Kraang don't speak English. "Never!" The alligator said. I'm not sure what they want with a power cell, but knowing the Kraang, it can't be a good thing. The Kraang zap the alligator repeatedly. Eevee turns away, covering his eyes with his paws.
I can't take this anymore. "Well, are we just gonna stand here and watch him suffer? We gotta help the poor guy," I said to them. "I think gotta is a strong word," Raphael said. "Okay. We must help him. Sound better?" I retort. "Guys, we don't know anything about him. He could be way more dangerous than the Kraang," Leonardo said to me. I narrow my eyes and growl at him.
"Well, we know he doesn't like the Kraang. We don't like the Kraang. He could be of good use to us. How's that?" I turn to help the alligator out when Leonardo grabs my arm. "Marcellos, I forbid you to help him," Leonardo said sternly. Ex-cuse me?! One, he used my full name, second, he's telling me not to help someone.
Out of blinding rage, I slap his hand. Hard. "Ow!" He cries out, rubbing his hand. He deserves it. "Maybe you're not fit to be leader after all! Don't you EVER tell me not to help someone!" I hiss at him. Leonardo, along with Raphael and Donatello, stare at me with wide eyes. With an angered grunt, I turn around to help the alligator.
Time for a bit of long distance fighting. I pretty much use my finger guns and shoot all of the droids with one hit. Eevee's tail is wagging like crazy. "Ee-buy!" At least, that's what it sounds like.
"Now what?" I ask. Leonardo gives me a glare before answering. "Now we get out of here before more Kraang droids show up." Leonardo orders. "By God, what is wrong with you guys?! We're not just gonna leave him here!" I exclaim in disbelief. "Yeah! What if more Kraang droids show up?" Michelangelo adds.
"Well, what do you two want to do, take it back to the lair?" Leonardo asked us. Michelangelo gives him a puppy-eyed look and I glare at him saying "Uh, yeah."
"Oh no, oh no! Did you see what he did to those Kraang droids? We are not taking that monster home with us," Leonardo replies. "So you're calling me a monster?" I ask him. "What? No!"
"Okay, wait, let me explain something to you. What kind of animal is this?" I ask, gesturing to the alligator. "An alligator?" Michelangelo answers. "And what kind of animal am I?"
"A tiger?"
"Yes. Now what do both tigers and alligators have in common?" I asked. The boys had to think. This was meant to be a tough question. "You both have sharp teeth?" Michelangelo answers, unsure of himself. "Yes, but that's not where I'm getting at." I said to him.
"You both fight like savages?" Raphael answers. I give him a wiseacre look. "Guilty as charged, and no."
"I give up." Donatello said. How surprising. "Tigers and alligators are both predators." I said to them. "Oooh." They all said. I'm surprised Donatello didn't get that one. "Wait, what's your point?" Leonardo asked me. I drop the nice guy act. "If you guys took me in, then you should take this guy in." I retort. "Call him a monster, you call me a monster. And I am no monster."
"Marcel's right. He's not a monster. He's a giant, Kraang crushing mutant alligator monster." Michelangelo said, before realizing what he said. "I said monster, didn't I?" He asked. "Yes, you did," I said to him. "Well, you know what I meant!"
"I thought he meant monster."
"Me too."
"Yup."
I growl with clenched fists. These guys are acting like a bunch of pains in the butts. "Fine." I said, turning my back on them rudely. Me having supreme strength, I lifted the alligator with no problem.
"Need help?" Michelangelo offers. "No." I said flatly. I take a deep breath. I'm still upset with Leonardo right now. "No thank you." I said, calmer.
Eevee hops off my shoulder and lands on Michelangelo's. He seems to like him more at the moment. I'm glad he's on my side. I meant what I said before. What kind of leader doesn't help someone who needs it? A real lousy one. I bet I'd make a better leader than Leonardo.
...
You know what, after carrying the mutant alligator back to the lair, I actually feel stronger. Who knew this would be such a workout?
I set him down. Michelangelo gives him a teddy bear. "He's adorable when he's sleeping." I said, my head tilted to the side. "That's because he's out cold," Raphael said to me. I'm ready to give him the middle finger, but I didn't. Donatello comes in with chains. Oh, I hated being held back by those. The one thing I can't break out of—wait a minute!
"Oh, no you don't!" I said, taking the chains from Donatello. "We are not chaining him up! You guys didn't chain me up, why is this guy any different?"
"How is he different? We've known you our entire lives. We know you're not gonna kill us." Donatello explains. I grit my teeth. "Wait." I retort. Donatello's eyes widen as I realize what I just said. Taking a deep breath, I tighten my grip on the chains. "If I were truly worried, then I'd let you chain him up. But here's what we'll do. When he wakes up, if he starts going crazy, I suggest we just remain calm and—"
A roar interrupts my sentence. The mutant alligator rips the teddy bear in half. Ha! Let's see if my game plan works.
The mutant reaches for Donatello, but I block the attack with my arm. And now I'm off the ground. Great. Maybe my game plan didn't exactly work, but the next one should. Better. The mutant roars at me. Yeah, I'm not scared of alligators. Normally I do this as a type of last resort, but I widen my eyes, glaring, and my eyes give off a bright flash of light, paralyzing the mutant.
It drops me and falls to the ground with a thud. "What is all the commotion?" Splinter asked us curiously, Kijani by his side. "Michelangelo and I brought back a mutant alligator from the sewers, and it kinda sorta attacked us." I explain. "Mostly because these boneheads over here were being mean to him!" I add with venom in my voice.
"Point being, he needs our help," I said, calming down. "It's a dangerous monster," Raphael retorts. I'm getting ticked off at unbelievable levels. "He is not a monster, he's a mutant. There's a difference!" I retort back.
"Really? How about I start calling you a monster?"
"How about you don't."
"How about I break your limbs?"
"How about I tell you to shut up before I scratch you."
"Boys, please," Kijani said. "Raphael, there's no monster more dangerous than a lack of compassion," Splinter said. The gator growls. "My mistake," Splinter said wearily. Oh, come on! "So we're just gonna judge him by his looks? So much for compassion." I retort. "He could have had me by the face, Marcel!" Donatello screams.
"But he didn't! I saved you!" I hiss at him. "Now, while he's a little crazy right now, he was fighting the Kraang, which is what we were doing. While we're on the topic, they said something about a power cell."
"And he refused to tell?"
"He most certainly did. They were zapping him just because!"
"You two made a wise decision."
Everyone looks shocked. "Yes, I thought I'd never hear myself say that either. About Michelangelo, not Marcel." I cross my arms with an audible huff. It has come to my attention that everyone, including Splinter, underestimates Michelangelo. Everyone except me. This is overly disappointing.
"His scars run deep, but they protect a genuine heart." Kijani said, gently running his fingers on the gator's scars.
"I've been thinking that we should try to befriend him. See how much he knows about the Kraang." I explain. "No problem," Michelangelo replies. "But we're still chaining him up, right?" Donatello asked. I roar and get up into his face. "I refuse to let you treat him like a prisoner!"
I feel a hand on my shoulder. "Marcel, you have a kind heart, but we must. I am compassionate, not insane." Splinter explains to me. I can't argue with him. Respect your elders. I sigh in defeat. "Okay, if we really have to," I said.
I'm laying down in front of the mutant, my tail tapping on the floor, silently whimpering. "I hate this. But there's something about this guy, like I've seen him before. I can't remember his name." I whisper.
The gator wakes up to find himself chained. "Who are you? What am I doing here?" He asked us. "You may or may not remember me, but I'm Marcel. This is Michelangelo." I introduce ourselves.
...
After talking for a while, Michelangelo names him Leatherhead. I like that name. "Why did you attack Donatello the way you did?" I ask him. "There are times where I lose control. When I wake up, I am am horrified by what I have done. A monster like me deserves to be chained," Leatherhead tells us.
I almost cry after that sentence. The poor guy! "I don't think you're a monster. Maybe you just feel that way because everyone treats you like one." I said to him. "Marcel, you are very kind. And you are wise beyond your years." He said to both of us. "I guess you can say that. I am 150 years old, so."
"What?" Leatherhead asked me in disbelief. "Yeah. Where I come from, one human year is equivalent to ten years. I'm a hundred and fifty, and I'm still young! Crazy, isn't it?"
I hear the sound of sloshing water. The boys have returned with the power cell. "You have returned at last. Leatherhead is off the chain, by the way." I said to them. They gang up on me and Michelangelo. "You mean you set him free?" Raphael asked us angrily. "In case you haven't heard, off the chain means he's chill," Eevee said, no longer afraid of Leatherhead.
The boys sigh in relief. "And that's why we set him free." Michelangelo said. They gasp and scream at Leatherhead, who was holding the pot of pizza noodle soup with a cute smile. "You let that maniac go? Maybe you forgot that he nearly grabbed my by the face, so I'll remind you. He nearly grabbed me, by the—"
I use my telekinesis to shut Donatello's mouth. "Would you shut the hell up for once? I saved you, so get over it!" I retort. "Guys, you shouldn't have unchained him. What if he goes berserk?" Leonardo said. Okay, that's it!
"Leonardo, I have had it up to here with you!" I shout at him, raising my paw up to my face. "First, you call him a monster, second, you focus on the what ifs when I tell you not to, and third, you're jumping to conclusions!"
Eevee makes a bunch of Eevee noises. My Eevee is a little rusty. "He said that you don't know if he'll lose it or not." I said. "If you three won't be a bunch of cowards, you'll confront him like men." I walk up to Leatherhead. "Okay, Leatherhead, we just want you to answer a few questions. Can you handle that?" I ask him gently. He inhales deeply. "Yes," he said.
"Okay then," I snap my fingers. Donatello walks next to me and holds out the power cell. "W-w-we just want to know what this is," he asked nervously. Leatherhead's eyes go white. "Theif!" He yells before going crazy.
I block Donatello from getting grabbed by the face. Again, Leatherhead grabs my arm. But this time, when I try to flash my eyes at him to paralyze him, he punches me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me and sending me flying across the room. Eevee growls loudly, causing us to stop.
His growling comes to a stop, and we all uncover our ears, but Leatherhead is undeterred. I get up just in time to see Leatherhead leave. My level of frustration right now is through the roof! I can't help but roar, grasping my head. I end my outburst my slamming my fists on the floor.
I stand back up, breathing heavily. I had to let that out.
"Marcel?"
I look up to see the boys, Splinter, and Kijani looking at me with concern. "Are you okay?" Raphael asked me. That's when I realize what I did. I sigh. "No, not entirely." I said admittedly.
I proceed to walk out. "I just need some fresh air, that's all. Blow off a bit of steam." I explain. "O-okay." Donatello said. "Let me know how things go with Leatherhead."
Now that I'm above the surface, I feel a bit better. I took Eevee with me to let him get some fresh air. I take multiple deep breaths. I still feel bad about my sudden burst of anger. While I'm up here relaxing, I start to regret what I said to Leonardo before. About how he isn't fit to be leader. I still can't get the sentence out of my head.
"Maybe you're not fit to be leader after all!"
I meant it at the moment, but now I'm feeling guilty about it. I shouldn't have exploded in his face. Or any of their faces. I feel a few tears coming on. Eevee, noticing this, hops on my shoulder down and licks my face. I rub his head.
I tell people to think before they speak, and there I was, going against my own logic. I must be the biggest hypocrite there's ever been. No doubt that hurt his feelings. I wipe my eyes as I stand up to apologize to Leonardo.
It's not that I didn't want to chase after Leatherhead, but I had to clam down, otherwise I'd really explode. And with cute little Eevee with me, I couldn't have felt much better.
I'm back in the lair, ready to talk to Leonardo. This time, I didn't trip over the turnstiles. "How'd things go with Leatherhead?" I ask them. "The trip back nearly gave me a whiplash. Other than that, it went rather well, thank you for asking." Pātonā said.
"What?" I ask, confused. "We got back here in a subway car powered by that power cell." He explains. "Oh."
I hear Leonardo exhale audibly. "Marcel, can I talk to you?" He asked me. "What a coincidence. I wanted to talk to you, too." I said to him with a chuckle. I settle myself next to Leonardo. "You go first."
"Can I ask you something?" Leonardo asked. "Of course." I answer. I have a feeling I know what he's about to ask me.
"You don't really think I'm a bad leader, do you?"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Leonardo, I don't think you're a bad leader. I wasn't thinking at the moment. If anything, I'm a bad friend."
"Marcel, why would you think that?"
The angered way Raphael asked that question caused me to jump. "You were right about Leatherhead. We were acting like a bunch of jerks, I'll admit."
"What we're trying to say is, we're sorry." Leonardo said to me. I respond by pulling him into a hug. He returns it. "It's okay. And Raphael, I'm sorry about our argument earlier."
Raphael stands up. "I'm sorry, too." He said, joining our hug. After we separate, I realize that I should probably apologize to Donatello, too. Besides, there's something I should ask him.
When I'm outside the door to his lab, gently knocking, he opens the door. "Oh, hey, bud." He greets me at the door. "Can I come in?" I ask him. "Sure, come in."
I walk in, my Eevee on my shoulder. I swear, I have no idea where he got that Pokédex from. "Donatello, I just wanted to said I'm sorry for being a jerk to you before." I said guiltily. He gives me a pitying look. "Aw, it's okay." He said, patting my free shoulder.
"Mind if I take a quick look at him?" What he means by "take a (quick) look," translates to "Can I do an evaluation on him?" Of course I said yes. If I'm gonna bring this guy into battle, I need to know his nature and which stat(s) are higher.
Eevee's just sniffing stuff he's never seen before. He's curious, I'll give you that. I don't think it's a Pokémon nature, though. "Huh," he said after a while. "What's up?" I ask him. "Your Eevee has a jolly nature." Donatello explains to me. "He did seem happy when someone came to his rescue."
"What do you mean someone came to his rescue?"
"Kirā was about to eat him, but I stopped him before he could even get his paws on him."
"Oh," Donatello said, petting my Eevee where his odd looking ears were. "Yeah, he was pretty shell shocked, pun intended, after the whole ordeal." I explain. "You found him in the streets?" Donatello asked me. "He was cornered, yeah."
"Interesting. You usually find Eevee in forests."
"I know. Maybe he lived in a dark alley by day and searched for fruit at night." My Eevee nodded.
"I know how you feel. Living in an alley isn't always an easy life to live by. I used to live in an alley."
"You did?"
"Yup. I lived off of rats, pigeons, and whatever else I could find. Usually, I'm just foraging for food. It's hard to find fresh food in a dumpster."
Donatello gives me a disgusted look. "You ate out of the dumpster?" He asked. "If I couldn't find anything else, yeah. I turned a dumpster into a bed, for your information." I explain. "I was lucky to find this little guy. He would've been cat chow."
"Anyway, his Speed stat is higher. His lowest stat is his Defense. His highest stat is his Attack. His characteristic is... Loves to eat." Donatello analyzes.
"Meaning I won't have to worry when I find a Fire Stone." I tell my Eevee. He makes a barking sound. I made some more new friends. And I gotta feeling I'm about to make some more.
That was one long epilogue.
Okay, I really want to start a story based off of "Clash of the Mutanimals." I just wanted to publish this first, since Marcel's Eevee will be a Flareon. Warning, it will be rated R for bloody violence and language. It'll be a long one, too. So long, in fact, I might have to make it two chapters.
I just want you guys to have something else to read while I'm finishing "Eye of the Tiger."
I'm also starting a horror story that involves imprisonment. That is insured by Laura Hillenbrand's Unbroken.
To sum it up, takes place after the series, after Leonardo and Raphael have yet another argument, Kirā turtle-naps him. It'll contain bloody torture and sexual content. I'm having a hard time figuring out a name for it...
Man, I have so many story ideas I'm dying to share!