TMNT – The Dark Prince
Paring: Nightwatcher/Mikey – Leo/Don
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Alternate Universe, brotherly love, incest, don't like, don't read.
Summary:A future not far from ours. A Dark Prince hides among them, to save the rest of humanity against the ones that want to destroy the world.
For: rock_gaara
Disclaimer: I only claim original idea. Characters are definitely NOT mine…
Note: First time writing an actual Alternate Universe for TMNT. I hope it's worth wild, and that you enjoy it.
Chapter Two
The sun shinned through the flying city of New York. The people called it Haven. It was designed to be save, different, and completely blocked out from wildlife. The Haven floated about thousand stories into the earth's wondrous skyline.
The AirTrain shuttled people back and forth between The Haven and the main grounds between The Void. The once proud skyscrapers that stood below on the main grounds were rebuilt in The Haven. Same designs, different location. People and aliens alike either walked, or road bikes.
Manmade lakes and streams were concealed within The Haven as well. All fresh water was pumped into The Haven from the oceans and great lakes. All other waters had been tampered with from the virus created by Bishop.
Sitting dead center of the city was Hamato Tower. Hamato Tower was owned by the billionaire Raphael Hamato. He owned basically everything within the city of The Haven; Raphael helped design it, once the virus broke out, and helped build it before The Void was created by the bomb.
He knew everyone major business men in the city. He had to know, it was part of his job.
Walking into his walk-in closet, Mr. Hamato smirked and checked himself out in the mirror, then swiftly took a suit off of the hook and went to change. Today he was attending a meeting he really didn't want to be at. After the five years, of no trace of The Wizard or The Ghost, the city had been safe. Even though Bishop basically took the down fall of the virus, The Wizard and The Ghost were the ones who unleashed it among the people.
Afterwards he wanted to swing by the local comic book store. Casey's Comics was the most popular comic store in the city. Raph remembered his first trip there, and bought a Superman comic. He had told his father who raised him that's what he wanted to be, a superhero.
His father died a few years after from CMV, a herpes virus that took over his lungs and liver. The doctors had told him that if had been younger, he would have been saved, but with the special case he had, there was nothing the doctors could do, which left Raph to his father's business.
During the time after his father's death, he became depressed. He thought his life would never be the same, and would never find what he was looking for.
Then one night, after a meeting with Bishop and what he had said changed his life style for those five years.
Taking his wallet, and sunglasses he headed down to the main lobby of the tower. The main lobby had just been remolded with the white and gold coloring that made it look old fashion. He didn't mind it, but the white seemed too white to him. The counter was round, and centered in the middle of the room, with a small waterfall cascading down off to the side between the front doors and counter.
"Morning Mr. Hamato…" The lady behind the counter called out.
Raph waved his reply, and hurried out to the limo bike. Today he had to meet Stockmen, and the Stockmen Incorporated. Stockmen did all the technology upgrades for the city to keep it in check. He was hired after Bishop found him at a low paying job a few years back. The man was annoying to him, but he still went to the god damn meetings. He sighed, and hopped into the limo bike. The bike was designed for fast travel, and could hold about eight people in it.
A canvas covered the top and open seats in the middle. Large tires lined the bottom, with the driver up front with the main controls. Some limo bikes could reach the speed of twenty five miles an hour, if you were lucky. Raph spent his time making a small motor on this one to go about fifty five miles an hour.
Within the next ten minutes Raph sat reading the paper as they went through the city. The sun beamed down on him through The Haven's sky roof. Sometimes he still wished the city below was his home rather than The Haven. He missed the old streets. But The Void now turned everyone away afraid that the virus was still down there and active, making more people either die from it or turn into some weird creator.
"We are here sir," The driver announced, and turned to watch Mr. Hamato slide off of the limo bike, and headed inside.
Stockmen Incorporated stood about five stories. A large T.V. screen framed the doorway as he approached.
"Please state your name…," The Robot said in a low monotone voice.
"Raphael Hamato here to see Professor Stockmen," Raph stated his designation, and waited for the computer to translate a responds, "Please enter, he's waiting for you in his office." The Robot replied.
The door closed behind him, as he headed for the main stair way. The lights seemed dimmer today than the other week he was in the building.
Finding the man's office Raph entered.
"Good morning Mr. Hamato…," Stockmen said brightly, apparently happy to see the man who paid him.
"What good news do you have for me this morning?" Raph questioned as he looked through some of the layouts he seemed to be working on throughout the past month.
"Well you said you wanted an upgrade for your peace," Stockmen said in almost a whisper afraid of prying ears.
"Yes, I'm excited to see what you have done as an upgrade," Raph smiled now knowing why he was called here. The upgrade for his Nightwatcher outfit, the old one was destroyed during the bomb five years ago, and he never went topside after the battle between The Wizard and The Ghost.
"Well, you'll be pleased," The man said again with good nature.
He moved to another door within the office, and pushed it open. They entered the small den from the main office and shut the door behind them.
The small den was big enough to fit a Saturn car into it. A tall glass stand stood at the far end of the room holding the Nightwatcher outfit inside. The suit glowed in the soft light that cascade downward onto the material. Raph rubbed his hands over the glass; Stockmen could tell he wanted to take it for a test drive just by the gleam in his eyes.
"I've modified it so it's completely bomb proof, and also virus proof. So you no longer have to worry about being exposed to anything deadly out there. I've included night vision, and to increase your strength favor by twenty. It was ten, but I up the ante," Stockmen filled him in on the upgrades.
Raph eye's glowed with a desire to put the suit on right there, "I'll bring it with me tonight," Raph told him.
"Here is the bag for it. All weapons and new weapons will be found in here," Stockmen informed him. The man smiled again, this time Raph knew he did something big.
"Follow me; you're going to want to drive home in this morning." He motioned for Raph to follow him down into the basement of the building. They moved out of the office and into the hallway making their way to the elevators.
"Why do I get the feeling you've done something that will pull me away from my work for a month?" Raph asked him.
"Because I know you," Stockmen smirked, and walked out of the elevator doors into the basement. He flicked the switch, and stopped.
A large light hung down eliminating the item Stockmen talked about. A motorcycle, the red and black pant shinned the light calling out to him. He wanted to jump and down like a kid again, but new it wasn't proper.
"You made this…?" Raph questioned in awe. It had been five years since he laid eyes on his last motor bike.
"Yes, right down to the last detail of a Kawasaki Ninja 500," Stockmen added.
"This is amazing," Raph said speechless of what else to say, as he walked up to it and traced the bike with his fingers. He closed his eyes and remembered the good times with his oldie.
"You're getting a raise," Raph told him, knowing it had been a while since he got a good pay check.
"May I take it out this evening?" Raph questioned, being sure.
"Yes, all upgrades, oil change and everything have been made on the bike. It also runs on gas, which I know is hard to find these days, but we'll get by. I bought out the last in Haven," Stockmen assured him.
Only few cars and bikes were still seen throughout the city or world for that matter. After the gas became dried up within the earth, people had to use bikes or walk.
"Thank you so much Stockmen," He shook the man's hand, and went to sit on the bike. It felt like it was meant to be. It fit into his body perfectly, Raph rolled back up on the city stretched and then slammed on the belt making the bike come to life after putting the key in. The sound echoed through the basement of the building.
Stockmen took out his remote for the hanger door, and watched the Dark Prince ride off to the comic book store.
TBC
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