The black mist settled over the city, the usual bustle that would be present during the early hours of the morning becoming a distant comfort to more than a few because hidden between the dazzling lights, crime ruled, and on a night such as tonight not everyone would be spared from the evil this city held.
A leader in blue shifted through the shadows, climbed walls and vaulted roofs. Green skin becoming a barely visible blur that streaks the night, behind him ran three others. A red flame danced across the skyline becoming nothing more than a streak as it silently moved forwards. The two bringing up the rear, a mask of purple, followed closely behind by a ray of sunshine. Unlike normal sixteen year olds, they lived at night.
The moonlight streaked across their faces showing expressions of worry and distress, the race across the rooftops becoming a desperate run for survival, they were being chased. Blades glinted in the moonlight as wood made contact with concrete, It had begun.
The first to go down was the teen in purple, Donatello was his name, after having already suffered a wounded leg from a previous outing, the injured turtle as taken out after tiring. After seeing his brother go down the sunshine fell, Michelangelo fell to the ground in an unconscious heap after being battered with their assailants weapons.
The remaining two watched their brothers fall, they themselves becoming desperate in their need to reach them, yet all was in vain as the one in red fell seconds before his elder brother. Raphael blinked in and out of consciousness as Leonardo collapsed next to him, if only he had listened. If only he had trusted his brother.
If only…
He blacked out.