Note To Readers: Their back!! I am about to get serious now. I am going overtime with the TMNT Unlimited. Out of all my fanfictions, I enjoyed this one the most. I liked developing the characters. Now it will come to this, the new TMNT starts now!!
Outskirts of New York City
In a far away area of the docks lies an old warehouse. It seemed deserted. The windows were broken; the walls were enclosed with graffiti. The ceiling was collapsed. You name it, it had it. But deep, deep within the broken walls, beneath all that can be exposed, was a hidden clan. It seemed little, but it was overflowing with members upon members. These people were elite. They are known as The Foot.
The Foot Clan was founded in feudal Japan by two men named Sato and Oshi. The Foot Clan were the most feared warriors and in feudal Japan. 50 years ago, Hamato Yoshi and Oroku Nagi were members. They were like brothers, fighting together side by side. until one day, they fought over the love of Tang Shen, a beautiful princess who had been proposed to by Yoshi.They were in a heated battle until Yoshi was forced to kill Nagi. Dishonored, Yoshi was exiled to New York City, while Nagi's younger brother Oroku Saki was adopted by the Clan and was trained to become a fierce ninja and eventually there leader. Soon Saki decided to move to New York to start the American branch of the Clan and the homebase of all Foot Ninja. Under his leadership, the Ninja plagued New York, slowly claming turf.
Saki also lust vengeance for his brother. He assassinated Yoshi, and took the throne as the strongest ninja in the world, also known as the Shredder. Over a three decades later, Saki has grown old, and begs for his youthfullness. Now his ninjas roam the streets in search of the one thing that will make Saki's fountain of Youth, Mutagen.
Outside the News Station
"Congratulations on your new position as News Journalist," spoke the secretary as they walked out the office. " You sure you don't need a ride home?"
" Nah," the young beauty spoke. " My house is only a few blocks, I'll be fine."
" Okay, shoot your self." The secretary sat in her caprice and drove away, leaving April in the dark alley.
" Hey sweet cheeks," said a voice from the shadows. He emerged showing his old hockey jersey with a dragon symbol across it clearly spraid on in purple spray paint. His hair stood up from clearly to much hair gel. " How's is it that we meet up in a place like this. All alone…no one to hear your screams…"
"Oh no," teased April. " You are going to make me scream. What ever shall I do."
" Don't be so cocky," he said with a thirsty look in his eye. " I don't want to bruise you."
April flipped her hair back. " I know my beauty might come off as a softy, but I like it rough."
The thug was in shock. Was she actually asking for him. He approached slowly. " Okay then," He to reach for April, but he soon tasted wall as April threw him into it. He felt the blood rush from his nose as he turned around. " What the…"
" I hope you didn't think I would go easily," she said. " You got to work for it." Just after saying that more gang members with purple dragon jerseys. She knew she would never make it. " Oh-oh, I didn't know I had to run."
"You don't," April heard the friendly voice and the swift wind that came off him when he glided through the air.
"Le-" before she said anything the goon she so easily through into the wall wrap his arm around her neck.
"Anybody ever told you not to hurt women," said the second voice. " Scums make me want to vomit."
" Plus the fact that," the third voice started to explain. " the female species are usually not as strong as the more aggressive male counterparts."
"English Donny," said the aggressive second voice. "Can we attack already,"
" Where are you?!" screamed one of the gang memebers.
"Idiots can't they look up?" asked the third. " Where's Mickey…"
" Show yourself!!" the thug yelled looking up and looking at the shadows against the walls. Suddenly a figure landed onto the fround with a loud. He spun a pair of weapons around his fingers and rolled it around his body before flipping into fighting stance. Then another figure landed. It tww a long stick and smashed onto the ground and pointed it towards them. Then a final landed infront of them. He drew two swords and swung viciously at the thugs. He finally ended his flurry and put his swords away.
" Run." He said, and all the thugs ran away leaving there pants behind. The clothes slowly drifted to the ground. The thug holding April let out a howard shreak of fear and ran right into the wall behind him, knocking him out cold. " Round them up guys."
"Woah…AAAAAAHHHHHH!!" yelled the goofy turtle as he fell off the roof and landed painfully in the dumbster. " Ouch, I'm okay…"
The Foot Warehouse
In the deep dark warehouse stood a rally of teenagers. Big, little, short, tall, they were there. They stood in question as four hooded figures laid bonded with there heads agianst a wooden plack on a stage. Soon entered a man. He was large and judging by his muscles, he was extremely fit. He wore a black Kung-Fu outfit with the sleeves cut off and a large scar ran across his arm. " Welcome my purple dragons…To the assassination of your brothers." He paced acrossed the stage. " I ordered them to do a simple job. Kill April O'Niel. Hey failed. Now they must suffer."
He slowly removed their masks. " Rocksteady, Bebop, Rahzar, and Tokka," They looked in fear at the leader. Rocksteady was a heavy set balled , short idiot with thick glasses. Bebop on the other hand had a purple mohawk and was a tall slanky fellow. Rahzar had rough hair, compared to Tokkas balled tatoo head. " You ran from the enemy aswell as loosing one of your fellow memebers. You failed the Purple Dragons aswell as the Foot Nation. Now Die!!"
"Hult, my friend." The brute turned on his heals and looked towards the door where Baxter Stockman stepped in. " I think they could be a service to me, and your master."
April's Apartment
Everyone looked alert as they heard the knock on the door. " Pizza…" April leaped up and ran to tran to the door. " You guys…" She turned back to notice the turtles were gone. " Hide?"
April opened the door and saw Keno holding the pizza. " Can you explain the addiction to pizza for me please?"
" Um," April smiled nervously. " I just really love pizza. Here's the money." She paid and took the pizza and waved goodbye. She set the pizza on the table and saw the turtles lined up with there plates in there hands. " What do I look like, a waitress?"
Two Blocks Away
Keno drove down the street. April was his last drop for the night. He had a long week. His girlfriend left him, his off-work bike broke, and ontop of that, he was failing French class. He was so into his thoughts he almost was in a accident. He turned the corner when he found storefront with the door broken off. The street was unconfortably quiet, with no witnesses, so he had no choice but to investigate. He pulled the bike chain he used to hold his bike and stepped into the store and saw a group of Purple Dragons stuffing jewelery into dufflebags. " Hey! Stop! Um…Your under arrest."
" Hey Rocko, Kang, handle Ernie Reye's over here.You two, keep working!" said the obvious leader. They procceded towards Keno. Rocko ran at hi with speed ready to tackle but he grasped air and landed on his face. Keno swung the chain and wrapped it around Kang's legs pulling him to the ground. Rocko stood up and drove his fist at Keno, who dogged easily, and gave him three quick kicks into his stomach.
" Did I fail to mention I'm a black belt in kung fu?" he said sarcasticly. Suddenly eight more entered the room, rounding them up to 12 to one. " Okay you win," he ran to the door but was greeted by four figures leaping over him.
Leonardo and Raphael jumped in to the center of the gang of Purple Dragons and began to make work of them. Donetello and Michealango grabbed Keno and through him into a trash can making him stuck. " You stay right here, buddy!"
Keno was in shock. Four giant monster turtles, fighting gang members. " I thought I quit old pizza!"
Leo struck down the last gang member as the other brothers began to pile them up. Mickey went over to Keno. " How's the no old pizza diet goin?"
"What the…" Keno looked at the familiar eyes. " You…"
"Mickey!!" Raph threw his sai at the lightswitch, making the lights turn off and grabbed his brother. Moments later, a swat team burst into the storefront. They turned on the lights and found the gang members rounded up and Keno stuck in the trash, and a note on his butt. It read:
A Gift from your friendly neighborhood Ninja Turtle!
Sewer Lair
"Shut the shell up!" yelled Raph at his younger brothers. They laughed at the anger fueled turtle as he paced the floor. " How would you like it if you couldn't get your bo back after saving all three of ya brothers from bein' under a blade. And Mickey, you don't have a weapon and most likely never will, so back off!!"
"Watch it Raph," spoke the eldest. " You shouldn't put your brother down. He has made a lot of improvement. He is well onto his premotion."
" Really, and what did you call the fall he did earlier?" Raph talked back. " staying balanced when leaping from places was one of our first tests!!"
" April was safe wasn't she?" Leonardo replied. " As long as the mission is cleared, we don't have to stress."
" Sure," said Raph pushing his finger into Leo's plated chest. " As long as your girlfriend is safe, he can pass. Why don't you thonk her already and get over it?"
"Shut up!" Leo pushed Raph across the room. " It's not like that!"
" That's it!" Raph leaped onto his feet. " I'm done with you. Come here!!" Raph charged at Leo with his fist drawn. He was milliseconds away from Leo's face, but Leo swiftly faded away and struck Raph in his stomach and into his beak, sending him on his back. " I'm gonna…" We was held down by a staff.
" Enough Raphael," Splinter lifted his walking stick allowing Raph to stand up. " I sensed that your mission was successful, am I right Leonardo?" Leo nodded. " Have you chosen…Raphael where are you going?"
Raph had put on a trench coat, sweat pants, some beat up shoes, and a fedora. " I'm going out. Don't follow me!" He stumped out quickly. Leo looked at his father and knew what he had to do.
April's Apartment
April looked over her home, completely crashed by the four turtle brothers. She walked over the room. She found her Cosmopolition magazine on the floor. She looked through the pages and found many pages ripped out, including the article that included Rihanna. Raphael…she gilled to her self. What a perv…
April then noticed her makeup bag spilled out. Her mascara was seperated, clearly cut by her nail filer. Donetello. Why my mascara…
April ran her hand up the back of her head, pulling the scruchy from her ponytail, letting her long flowing hair fall. She then heard a rustle and felt her hair tug on something. She reached behind her back and pulled off a sign that read: CAUTION: Sexy Lady. Mickey, so forward.
She plopped down on her couch and noticed she had sat on something. She lifted up and found a leather book. Leo's book I got him. April reminised on the day:
"Welcome to the shop guys!" April said, opening the door. The turtles removed their hoods as they stared at awe at all the antique. Even Splinter had a grin. "Go ahead take what you want. No one ever comes here anyway." The began to split up. " Wait Leo," She saw the nervousness in his eyes. " I have something for you.
Leo and April entered the back room. April pulled something off the shelf and put it behind her back. She looked through her brow and extended her index finger, then slowly gestured Leo to come over to her. Leo shook in fear as he stepped closer to her. She grasped his hand. " What's the matter, it's okay. Just close your eyes," Leo shut them quickly. He braced himself for what she was about to do. She slowly opened his hand and placed a leather book. " Open them."
Leo scrolled through the pages in shock. " It's empty."
"Because,"April explained. " I want you to fill it up." She smiled.
April looked through the notebook and saw what Leo had done. The pages where covered with sketches of the sewer systems, the turtles, splinter, New York, and the lair. She turned the page and found a picture of herself. It was beautiful. So much detail in the picture. She felt warmness fill her body. " Sorry I left it."
Leo stepped into the Apartment. April handed it to him. "It's Okay." She looked over his mutant body. His skin felt clammy yet once she caught his eye, all the unattractive featured vanished. She felt the closest she ever had. She moved closer and she looked deeper into the turtle's eyes. She felt his warm arms embrace her.
"April…" Leo blushed. " You…uh…okay…"
"Oh, heh," she released the turtle and backed away. She turned around and covered her mouth. What did I just do? " Um…about that…I" She turned around to see the turtle was gone.
Central Park
Raphael looked back on his night. He got a milkshake from a MacDonalds. The lady from behind the counter was so nosy, trying to see the hidden face, she mistakenly gave him his money back, instead of his change. He then swung by an alley and saw guys breakdancing on cardboard. He remembered back when Leo and him use to sneak out the lair and go dance:
" You awake?" asked young Leo. He rolled of the matress and stood up, then raced over and dug through the clothes. He looked back at his younger brother, Raph following him. They both wore bandanas that covered the top of their heads. Leo put on his jeans and oversized hoodie and scarf, and Raph put the same on with a skully cap. " Let's go before Splinter wakes up."
"Watch me now ,Feel the groove, Into something,Gonna make you move!" the radio blasted as the b-boys pop lockedup before breaking into the worm. They sat in the Alley, as the rain hit down on the streets. The building they stood under provided a great umbrella from the storm.
" Beat that kid!" said the leading b-boy pushing Raph. " Unless your scared."Raph looked at him with anger then did a tumble roll onto the cardboard then began to do a series of coin drops, and onto a backspin. He rolled back and into a B-Boy stance. Suddenly another breakdancer pushed off Raph's back, over his head and landed on a split. He began to lock with great speed then into split, and into a one handstand. Raph looked over at his brother, who seemed scared to jump in. He grinned and started to poping and into a 6-step. " That's all ya got?!"
" That's it!" the challeging Lead B-Boy steped onto the cardboard. He began to do a footwork, then incorporated it into a poping and then a suicide on his back he then started to do a series of swipes then stopped at a freeze. He looked at Raphael. " Try this!" He dropped down and began to do a series of quick windmills.
Raphael stood in shock, yet he couldn't turn down a challenge. Raphael began footwork and did a onehand flip and stood in a handstand. He then dropped and landed on his noggin. The other B-boys laughed at the poor turtle, as he rubbed his head. Raph felt tears develop, then he looked up and saw his hooded brother. " Want me to get'em for you?" Raph smirked at his older brother's remark.
Leo stepped onto the cardboard where the leader stood. " Let's put money, I amaze your crew more then the windmill, and you give me the boombox."
The group laughed at the little turtle. " Don't you have to go to bed?!"
" We are homeless," said Leo. " We don't have anything. So bet the boombox."
" And what's in it for me?" the leader looked down. He couldn't see the face of the kid, but he saw how weird his head shape was.
" I'll let you beat me and my brother up." The gang stood in shock as the bold little guy spoke.
" Deal!" said the Leader. " You deserve to get ya ass whipped. Let's see it!"
Leo stood in the middle of the cardboard the radio blasting: "In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I order fries,Inspiration when I write, I see my daughter's eyes, I'm the truth, across the table from corporate lies" Leo flipped onto his back then kicked himself off the ground and into a onehand handstand. He then coindropped and into the windmill. They stood shocked at the young kid. Leo then lifted up into a flare. He kipped up and into a 1990. When he finally stopped everyone stood in shock.
" Did he just do your windmill, a flare and 25 rounds of a 1990!" spoke one of the b-boys.
"Shut up!!" said the leader. HE stumped over to the boombox and lifted it. " Take the damn thing!!" he threw it at Raph who caught it with excitement. He looked over at Leo with a smile. Together the two turtle brothers walked down the other way of the alley.
" That was amazing bro!" said Raph. " ofcourse I could have done it with ease, yet you pulled that off very well."
" Thanks," responded Leo. " You didn't do to bad your self, even you did bust your shell…"
"I was acting!!" growled Raph who looked at the boombox. " Hey, he left his mixtape here…"
"LOOK OUT!!" Leo yelled as he leaped infront of Raph, taking a glass bottle to the head. Raph saw the b-boys from before running after him. Leo looked at his brother, his head bleeding. " RUN!!"
Raph cut around a corner and looked back, as he saw his brother fight the b-boys. He pushed the boombox under his armpit and continued to run. He heard the leader yell " After him!!"
Raph ran at top speed as he searched for a manwhole. He clearly passed up many, but none where big enough for him to fit in. He turned the corner and stopped at a dead end he looked back as he saw the shadows approaching. The angry b-boys turned the corner. " Where's the little prick!"
" Hey," said the leader. " Let's put the kid in the sewer, that'll show he shouldn't mess with us."
Raph heard the thud and the laughter of the thugs. He to his collasped brother. Leo looked up, his mouth bleeding and his mask laying oddly on his face. " Are you okay?" Raph nodded. " All that for a freakin' boombox…" Leo fainted on Raph.
Raph woke up from his reminising when he saw two thugs hop the fence, and a lady calling out for her purse. " Show time."
" You think she called the cops?" asked one to the other.
"Even if she did," said the long haired partner. " They can't keep up."
"Look here odd balls," said a figure who dropped from a tree. " Did ya mothers ever teach ya to respect a lady and there belongings? Now your being thrown into detention . The Class of Pain 101, your instructor is Casey Jones." Casey looked as if he was going to a champion ship game…all of them. He wore a basketball starter pants with skateboard knee pads, a grey wife beater with a black football shoulder pads, a golf bag, and cut off biker gloves. He covered his face with a strange cut hockey mask that resembled a skull.
" Let's get the heck…AAAHHHH!!" Before the two goons could run, they were tripped up by a swipe of a hockey stick, wielding it as a sythe. " He's the GRIM REAPER!! I DON"T WANNA DIE!!" One began to run again, but was hit in the head with a hard disk, making blood ooze from his scalp.
"Hey!!I need that back for my barbell!" he chuckled. The thug realised he had thrown a heavy whieghtlifting plate. He turned on his side and felt the blast of pain to his nose. Casey continued to smash his face in with his hockey stick until he saw the poor thief tremble under him, face covered in blood. He turned around to see the other thief attempt to run. " I love it when they run!" Casey went into his golf bag and gripped a baseball. He wined it up and threw it at the thief. It cracked him dead in his ankle with accuarcy, making the theif fall to his knees. He looked up at Casey. " Game Over." He rose the stick above his head and sent it slamming down and CRACK!!
Raph held his sai in place, as he held the vigilante's weapon in place. " That's enough," he spoke as he pushed Casey back. " They don't deserve it." Raph looked deep inside himself, and knew he wanted to crush the goons as much as Casey did. Look who's talkin'
Casey looked behind himself and saw the thief pick up his fellow, and ran away, leaving the purse. Casey knew they did the right thing, but he still wanted to cause them pain. " Okay wise guy, time to teach you a lesson!!" Raph dodged as Casey swung with speed. He ddoged coldly, making Casey heat up more. Raph leaped over the hockey stick, but Casey swung it into his back, breaking the stick. Raph gave him a strike to the gut, but Casey landed an upper cut sending them in separate directions. " Okay, how about these?" Casey drew two wooden bats. " Which one do you want first?"
" Trust me," Raph said. " a Jose Canseco bat ain't gonna help you any. I'll give you three strikes Sammy Sosa." Casey swung the bats like game points, yet missed. " Strike One." Casey struck air again. " Strike Two." Casey swung over Raph's head and another at his side. Raph ducked and grabbed the other back. " Strike Three! Your out!!" Raph ripped the bat out Casey's arms, and knocked him clear across the park. " Give up?"
" Nope, one more sport…" He pulled out a flat peace of wood with a handle. " Ever play cricket?"
" What the shell is that?!" asked Raph. Casey grinned and clocked Raph into the air. The turtle broke a bench in half, as he landed roughly. He looked up to see the vigilante running away. " GET BACK HERE CREEP I AIN"T DONE WITH YOU!! SHEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLL!!"