After discovering the nature of the strange attackers, the mutants try to keep a low profile as whoever created those 'zomborgs' clearly lacks morals and ethics. But will that be enough?
I own only my OC's and the plot.
Chapter 15
Return Of The Foot
"So, tired yet?" Casey asked as he was arm-wrestling with Tyroth. He put everything he got into it but they were still in a deadlock, having not moved from the starting position.
"Nope." Tyroth replied with a bored tone as he flipped the page of one of Mikey's comicbooks with his left hand.
They were sitting at the kitchentable while Raph stood in the doorway, shaking his head at the two.
"Um... what are they doing?" a female voice said. Raph turned his head and saw April walking up to him.
"For some reason, Casey believes that he can best Tyroth at arm-wrestling. They've been at it for ten minutes now. I think you can see how it's going for Casey by the look on Tyroth's face."
The last couple of weeks had been calm, almost too calm. Aside from the occasional purse-snatcher or pickpocket, there were no criminal activity at all. No Purple Dragons, no Foot-ninja, no nothing. And there were no traces of the so called 'zomborgs' either. After some discussion, they had agreed that they would go on patrol as one group with three, to reduce the risk of being discovered should the zomborgs search for them. Master Splinter agreed to the plan, if a bit reluctantly, if the four that stayed in the lair did some extra training and chores.
This night, April and Casey had come to visit their friends. They had met Leo, Donnie and Sephie on the way to the lair, as the three mutants were going on patrol this night. Leo promised that they would be back in an hour or two.
Tyroth closed the comicbook as he was done reading it, and turned his attention to Casey and tightened the grip of his right hand, starting to press Casey's hand downwards. He took it slowly so he wouldn't hurt his friend.
"Do you wanna call it a draw?" Casey asked, while he struggled not to lose.
"Nope." Tyroth said as he won the contest. He then walked out of the kitchen, grabbing a soda from the fridge on the way.
"You weren't kidding when you said the guy was strong, Raph" Casey said, rubbing his sore hand.
"And you didn't believe me? Sometimes I wonder what you have in there." Raph said while pointing at Casey's head.
"Hey!" Casey said just before he and Raph started wrestling with each other. April sighed and shook her head. They did this sort of thing often and even though she thought that it was immature, she knew that there was no use in trying to stop them. Walking out of the kitchen she saw that Mikey and Mona were training hand-to-hand combat under the watchful eyes of Splinter, while Tyroth was lifting weights. Hopefully, it wouldn't be long before the others got back, so they could start the movie marathon April had planned. Which mostly contained chick-flicks and a few action movies Casey had chosen to even things out.
"Well this is dull." said Sephie as she yawned out of boredom. "What do you say guys, should we head back? Nothings happening around here anyway."
Leo was about to answer, when he caught a glimpse of something reflecting the moonlight. Quickly jumping to the side, the three mutants saw a dozen shurikens hitting were Leo stood mere seconds earlier. Turning towards the origin of the shurikens, they saw some forty Foot-ninja on the surrounding roofs. All had their weapons drawn.
"Why did I have to say anything?" Sephie said as she quickly pressed the emergency-button on her shell-cell and drew her daggers.
In the kitchen, Raph had managed to get Casey in a headlock when his shell-cell started beeping.
"Well, ain't you lucky." he said, releasing the headlock.
"Yeah, (cough) real lucky."
"Finally some action!" Raph said as he joined the others at the exit.
"Do not take this lightly, Raphael. Sephie, Leonardo and Donatello may be in grave danger." said Splinter. "Now, hurry. And be careful."
"We will, master Splinter." Mona assured.
The four mutants left, leaving Splinter, April and a slightly sore Casey praying for their safe return.
Leo, Donnie and Sephie had their hands full with the Foot-ninja and while they were doing well, they knew that there only a question of time before the sheer number of foes would overwhelm the three.
"We can't keep this up forever." said Donnie, tripping a ninja with his staff.
"We don't have to," said Leo as he parried several sword attacks, "only until Raph and the others show up."
"I wish that they could hurry it up a bit." Sephie said, doing a three-way split-kick with the aid of her tail. More Foot-ninja were closing in on the three mutants, when all of a sudden, a loud shout was heard.
"COWA-BUNGA!"
With tremendous force, a green object half the size of the turtles flew straight into the ranks of Foot-ninja and knocked out at least a dozen of them. Quickly unfolding itself, the object made a back-flip and landed of its feet, revealing Michelangelo.
"Steeee-rike!" he shouted with an air-fist and quickly drawing his nunchaku.
"Mikey!? How did you do that?" Leo asked confused.
"It helps if you know a dude with a throwing-arm like a catapult. Heheh!"
Shortly after, Raphael and Monalisa, having flown in with the aid of Tyroth, dropped in from above followed by the dragon, slashing, stabbing, punching, kicking and outright thrashing any ninja in close proximity of were they landed.
The unexpected way that the mutants got reinforcements, threw the Foot-ninja of balance and tipped the scales in favor of the mutants. As the battle went on, the Foot-ninja's numbers started to dwindle, most of them were knocked out but at least ten were dead.
Leo suddenly noticed a sound far behind them, a sound that didn't fit in with the sounds of battle. Knocking out the two ninja he was fighting, he turned towards the sound. A helicopter, hovering in the air above, barely visible due to the black color. It didn't move, just hovered in place, facing the roof that the fight was on. Looking more closely, Leo saw that it had a few red markings, the mark of the Foot.
Several small cylinders were shot from the helicopter, smoke following them to the roof. Shortly after impact, the cylinders expelled large quantities of white smoke that quickly covered the battlefield, causing the mutants to cough as the smoke irritated their lungs.
The sound of the helicopter moves closer while the sound of battle has all but vanished, much to Leo's surprise. If the Foot-ninja had not attacked by now they must have used the smoke as a cover to escape. He could feel the wind from the blades of the helicopter as it started to clear the smoke. Once they could see properly again they saw that only the dead ninja still lied on the roof, the unconscious must have been moved by their comrades. Leo looked around and his eyes found the helicopter backing away with a few Foot-ninja being winched up to the open sides. What he saw next sent chills down his spine.
Laying over the shoulder of one of the ninja was Sephie, unconscious and with her hands tied.
"Oh, no!" he exclaimed, gaining the attention of the others, who gasped when they saw Sephie.
"No! Sephie!" Tyroth yelled as he saw the doors of the helicopter close as it moved away. "Those bastards just signed their own death warrants!"
Rushing towards the edge of the roof, filled with rage, he took flight and began to pursue the helicopter.
"Wait!" Leo shouted, but to no avail, Tyroth simply ignored the blue-masked turtle. "Damn it! We'll never catch him or the Foot. We need the Battle-shell."
"I'll head back and get it," said Donnie "you try to keep up with him, and I'll pick you up on the way." With that said, Donnie headed for the nearest manhole.
"How were they able to kidnap Sephie?" Mona asked.
"This might be the answer." Raph said as he knelt and picked up something lying amongst Sephie's gear that had been left on the roof. "A dart, probably filled with some form of strong sedative."
"Come on, we mustn't loose sight of them." Leo said. They each took some of Sephie's belongings as they hurried across the rooftops. Luckily for them, Tyroth still had his shell-cell, so as long as he didn't loose the helicopter, neither would they.
As Tyroth flew through the air he saw the helicopter in the distance. He wasn't able to fly fast enough to catch up with it but he did manage to keep up. His mind was fully focused on rescuing the woman he loved and if anyone would to get in his way, he would kill them. No mater who they might be.
Blood would be spilled tonight, lots of blood.
Sephie's in danger, the turtles and Mona are on their way and Tyroth is out for blood. As we are nearing the end of this fic, you can bet on that I'll try and give it a grand finale. The next chapter will not be the last, but will hopefully be thrilling for you to read none the less.
Until next time.