After being accepted as fellow crimefighters, Tyroth and Sephie was allowed to follow the gang on patrol. Stories will exchanged.
Warning! This chapter will contain horror. Read if you dare, you have been warned.
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Chapter 6
Stories And Old Enemies
After exiting the sewers through a manhole, the seven mutants climbed up the fire-escape of the twenty-storey building, except for Sephie who practically walked up the wall, to the roof and looked out over New York.
"It doesn't look that different from Chicago from up here." Sephie said as she gazed the city.
"Ah, New York. It's one shell of a town." Raph said before taking a deep breath.
"Then let's get moving." Tyroth urged his friends as he walked over to the edge, facing the rather empty street below. Then he jumped.
As his new friends terrified rushed over, not understanding what had just happened, Sephie just stood where she was. They were quite shocked that Tyroth actually flew, slowly flapping his wings like a large bird of prey as he turned in the air and headed back to the roof with the help of rising air currents. After he landed, the five ninja simultaneously asked:
"You can fly?"
"Of course. These wings aren't just for esthetically purposes, you know."
"Then why the shell didn't you tell us?!" Raph asked angrily.
"I thought that it was obvious. Guess I was wrong."
"You think? Dude, you almost gave me a heart-attack." Mikey said still rather shaken.
After taking some time to calm down the team took of, jumping from rooftop to rooftop while the turtles talked about some of their adventures, like when they fought Nano and their participation in the Battle Nexus. Mikey bragged loudly about being the champion, earning a whack on the back of his head from a very annoyed Raphael.
"Can't say that we've done as much as you guys." Sephie said. "Ever thought about writing a book about it all?"
"Not a bad idea." Donnie commented "But I think it's your turn to tell us about what you've done in Chicago. Anything that stand out."
"Well, aside from constantly beating up gangs and minor criminals, we spent quite some time fighting Overlord and his goons." Tyroth said.
"I remember 'Blockhead', one of Overlords bodyguards." Sephie cut in, "Don't know what his name was, so I gave him a fitting nickname."
"What was so special about him?" Mona asked, midjump.
"When he attacked us the first time, he did so by charging head first." Tyroth answered. "He must have been nearsighted, or just had a very lousy aim as he missed us and ran straight into a concrete wall, knocking himself out cold. We didn't even move."
"Sounds like he was almost as big a nut as Mikey" Raph commented.
"Hey!" Mikey complained.
"You haven't heard about Wally Mullowney yet. That guy really takes the cake." Sephie said.
"Oh. This I've gotta hear." Raph said, looking over to Tyroth.
"If Mikey is a nut, then Wally is a whole ton of nuts. We saw a surveillance video of him running into a bank holding up a pair of sticks yelling 'This is a stick-up!' and demanding money."
"Are you serious?" Leo asked
"Yep." Tyroth continued "First time we fought him, he was dressed in a pink apron with yellow rubber gloves and boots as well as a metal bucket on his head, armed with a broom and a spray-bottle, attempting to break into a shop. Some other times that are worth mentioning are when he was dressed as a large yellow chicken or when he tried to escape by surfing up a hill only to fall face first, always trying to commit crime as some sort of supervillain. The largest challenge was not to die laughing at his failed attempts."
Raph and the others laughed at the story.
"Was he never caught?" Donnie asked
"Al the time." Sephie answered. "He got sent to an asylum in a straitjacket outside of town every time. But a few days later, he'd escaped and showed up two weeks later with a new costume or concept and it started all over again."
"The guy's a real Houdini," Tyroth commented, "too bad he choose to try and be a villain. Would have made one hell of a show."
"Speaking of shows, look what's going on down there." Leo said as he stopped, pointing across the street. There was seven guys, around fifteen to eighteen years, sneaking around outside a jewelry-store. Their faces were concealed behind pieces of cloth and they were dressed in dark colors. Talking amongst each other the smaller of the group seemed very nervous.
"I wonder what they're saying." Mona thought out aloud.
"Maybe this will help." said Donnie as he pulled a spy-microphone from his bag and pointed it at the teens, after connecting it to a small speaker so all on the roof could hear.
"What's taking so long, Benny?" a redhead asked.
"Well, if I had proper lockpicks, it would go a lot faster." the shorthaired blond called Benny replied, "So unless you want to set of the alarm, you have to wait."
"Yeah, lay of will you, Louie." said one with long brown dreadlocks. "Keep your eyes open for any of them Purple Dragons. They don't like competition."
"Never mind them. You should be more worried about the demon!" the smallest in the group said with fear in his voice.
"Dammit Jeff, not this again. There are no such thing as demons. I don't know what you were smoking back in Chicago, that made you believe in demons and the shit." a large bald guy said, clearly annoyed. "You have been going on about it for weeks. Drop it!"
"Demon?" Mikey asked confused and like the others turned his eyes at Tyroth.
"What?"
"Do you know anything about this?" Leo asked.
"Let me think for a moment. Hmm. Yes, I do actually. A few months ago there was this punk who robbed a priest back in Chicago. The priest warned him that if he continued like that, the devil would claim his soul. As he ran out of the alley, he ran into me. I heard what they said so I couldn't resist saying 'I am here for you'. I swear you could hear his scream halfway across Lake Michigan."
"That must have scarred him." Mona said barely able to suppress a laugh. "You think it's the same guy?"
"Yeah, and that gives me an idea. Donnie, do you got any kind of smokebombs?"
"Uh. Sure, but what do you want that for?"
"You'll see." Tyroth answered with an almost evil smile, as Donnie gave him a pair of bombs. Then he silently soared over to the roof of the jewelery-store. Looking down at the criminal teens, he placed the smokebombs in his left hand while he drew his sword with his right. He jumped down using his wings to slow his decent, and when he was a few meters from the ground he threw the bombs were he was going to land. The bombs erupted in a large column of smoke, Tyroth blew fire into the smoke just before he landed with a thud, quickly but gently folding his wings in front of him before unfolding them again, dispersing the flame-mixed smoke.
Hearing a sound to the left of them, the teenagers focused their attention on the pillar of seemingly burning smoke when it was forced aside revealing a towering red figure with horns, wings, red eyes and a sword shouting at them with a dark, thundering voice.
"I AM THE GOD OF HELLFIRE!"
The air was filled with the horrified screams as the teenagers ran in any direction they could. The large bald one, Jeff and the redhead were the only ones not to run, as they had fainted from the terror. When the other four were out of earshot, the only sound that could be heard were that of the six mutants on top of a nearby building, laughing. Most of them were on their backs, or shells, laughing so hard that tears formed in their eyes, even the normally calm Leonardo. When Tyroth had managed to get up on the roof, they had started to calm down, if just barely.
"Dude! That was AWSOME!" Mikey said, still laughing. "I wish I had brought a camcorder."
However, unknown to the mutants, they had been discovered. Men dressed in black moved over the rooftops towards the seven friends, concealed by the shadows. Mere moments later they descended on the team, weapons drawn, surrounding them. The gang immediately spun around to face their opponents, drawing their own weapons.
"It would seem that my little trick gave us some unwanted attention."
"For the record," Leo said as his eyes scanned the surroundings, "it was worth it."
Next time the gang will face these enemies. Three guesses who they are.
By the way, the horror was never meant for the reader, only for the characters.
Be seeing you.