The second installment of the New Hero series. Once again I apologize for any deviations in canon, since I'm only going off what I saw in the 2014 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie. I do not own the rights to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
The T.V. screen was black, I hadn't bothered turning it on. My reflection stared back at me, my heartbeat showing in the veins in my neck as my hands trembled nervously in front of me. Slowly, I lowered my gaze to the spoon in front of me and focused on it.
Lift. I thought simply, still not sure how this whole thing worked, or even if it did work. Nothing happened. The spoon continued to lay there stubborn, deaf to my thoughts.
"Okay…" I muttered to myself as I shifted my weight slightly on the couch and leaned forward.
Lift the spoon. I thought to myself as I gestured upwards with my hands. The effect was immediate as the spoon flew up to eye level.
"Holy...!" I gasped as I fell backwards against the couch, causing the spoon to drop. Before it could hit the table though, my hand shot out at lightning speed.
"I'm telekinetic..." I whispered as I gripped the spoon tightly in my hand, and stood up, looking around at my apartment. "Now… let's try something bigger…"
I looked down at the couch I had been sitting on and took a deep breath, then tried lifting it, just like the spoon. It didn't move for a moment, but after a few seconds it rose shakily until it stopped nearly three feet off the ground.
I began to grin widely as I set the piece of furniture back down gently. Eager to lift something heavier, I went out to the fire escape and looked down at the alleyway for a heavy object.
Spotting a trash filled dumpster, I raised my arms and focused on it, then thought, "Lift the dumpster." As the couch had down moments before in the living room, the dumpster slowly lifted into the air. A small laugh escaped my lips as I released the dumpster, which fell to the ground with a loud clang.
For the next 2 hours, all I did was go through my apartment lifting random objects, and even myself a couple times, with complete ease. But after an hour or so, I began to get a small headache, which turned into a rather painful throbbing by the end of the second hour.
Dropping the table and the couch, which I had managed to lift at the same time, I sat down and rubbed my throbbing head.
"Like a muscle… gets tired after a while and you need to let it rest…" I muttered to myself as I flipped on the television and relaxed into the couch. "And what better way to do that than watch a screen…" I said sarcastically to no one as I picked up my water bottle, which had been on the table in front of me, and took a large swig.
As I only half watched the T.V., my mind wandered back to the location I had found on my laptop. I still had no idea as to where my newfound hacker skills had come from, but the information was interesting all the same. Perhaps I could go there tonight, check out what they were doing, and maybe even put a stop to it with my epic powers.
That last thought made me pause though. The power had a limit, and I didn't know how much weight I could lift. And what if they have guns? Fat lot of good telekinesis would do against a bullet. But while they would have the advantage of superior weapons, I would have the advantage of darkness. And if I were going to take full advantage of the dark, I would need the right clothing.
Jumping to my feet, while ignoring my headache, I grabbed my wallet then headed out the door. There was a used clothing store a couple blocks down the street, and that's where I headed.
The walk only took five minutes, and as soon as I walked into the store, I headed back to the coats section. White, no, blue, nope, leopard skin… damn it looked fancy, but no… I glanced down the aisle and a knee length black coat caught my eye. Quickly, I took it off the hangar and put it on, moving my arms about a little to check its' flexibility. Perfect. The coat felt like it was practically made for me. Satisfied with my pick, I took the coat off and draped it over my arm.
Next up was a hat. I moved over two aisles and found it within seconds. A black, logo-less, baseball cap. Perfect. As I turned towards the cash register to buy my items, a black bandana caught my eye.
"Nothing like going full black… typical…" I muttered to myself as I grabbed the bandana and went to the front, where I set my clothes on the counter. The cashier glanced over the items and gave me a look, then typed a couple things into the register.
"That'll be $25.85." He said as I pulled out my wallet and counted out twenty-six dollars. "Don't be going and robbing any banks now." He joked as he handed me back my fifteen cents in change.
I chuckled as I pocketed the change and picked up my newly acquired clothes. "I'll try not to."
The first thing I did was walk back to my apartment and drop off my new clothes. After that, I decided to head down to the river to see what this warehouse looked like. It was only a thirty-minute walk, and I soon found myself outside a chain-link fence, looking at a rather large, run-down warehouse. "What a typical, shady place for a terrorist organization to meet. What are they going to be doing... selling drugs?" I asked myself as I climbed over the fence and headed towards the warehouse.
I found a locked door relatively quickly, which I easily unlocked using my telekinetic powers. Immediately inside the first door was a small hallway with one door set at the end and two doorways on each side. Making my way towards the door at the end, I glanced into the two doors only to see two small offices with papers scattered all over the desks. Nothing interesting.
Now the final door, It had no window, so I turned the handle and slowly opened it, wincing as the door creaked from the rusty hinges. When it was open enough to slip through, I put my head around the corner of the door to see what was inside.
The door opened directly into a large room with windows providing natural light way up in the rafters. Across the room, there was an office overlooking the main floor, which looked like it could be accessed by a small flight of stairs that ran along the far wall.
But the most interesting thing that had caught my attention almost immediately was the twenty or so containers that covered the main floor.
"Or a plain old robbery…" I said as I pushed open the door and walked quickly over the one of the containers. "Let's see what's inside you guys…" I grunted as I pulled open the doors to reveal a wide variety of boxes, all differing in size. Curious, I kneeled down and opened one of the boxes.
Guns. And judging by the amount of boxes in the container, there were going to be a lot more in the other containers.
Quickly, I closed up the box and shut it inside the container. I was going to have my work cut out for me tonight.
I glanced out the window as the moon slowly peeked its' head over the city skyline. It was time. Grabbing a brown pair of gloves that I had found in the closet earlier, I stepped into the closet and looked at myself in the mirror.
Damn I looked good. In addition to the coat, bandana, and hat I was wearing, I had also put on my darkest, most flexible jeans and my pair of dark brown sneakers. All that was left showing now were my eyes as I pulled on my gloves.
"I am so ready for this." I said to my reflection, and instantly felt like a complete idiot. A minute later, I stepped out of my apartment building and began walking quickly down the street in the direction of the warehouse, my dark clothing hiding me very effectively.
I shook with excitement and nervousness as I looked through the same fence as before towards the warehouse. This time though, there were some big trucks waiting at the large warehouse door, which were now opened. The occasional flicker of flashlights was available from time to time through the large opening.
"Alright, it's go time." I whispered as I climbed over the fence and ran quietly towards the same entrance that I had used before, making sure to keep an eye out for guards as I did.
When I reached the door, I slowly turned the handle and opened the door silently. No guards in the hallway. Good. Quickly, I moved towards the door at the end of the hallway, but just before I reached it, the handle turned and the door swung open, revealing a man with an assault rifle and a flashlight, who looked very surprised to see me.
Before he could shout, I threw my hands in an upward motion, causing his gun to fly up and hit him in the face. He gasped and staggered back as he tried to regain control of his gun, but I wasn't going to give him that chance. Quickly, I stepped forward and punched him in the throat, then grabbed his gun and smashed him in the face with the butt of his gun. His eyes went blank as he went limp.
Before he hit the ground, I caught his body and pulled it into the hallway, then stepped through the door and closed it behind me, letting the darkness of the warehouse hide me as I looked around quickly.
There were a lot of men going through the containers from what I could see from the flashlights and the voices. So many that I was surprised no one had heard me take out what I could only assume was a guard.
Silently, I moved up to the side of a container and looked around the corner to the first row of containers. Five guys it looked like. And there was way too much light coming from their flashlights to sneak up on them. But I could handle that.
Using my telekinetic powers once more, I raised my hand and began to turn it quickly, as if I was unscrewing a light bulb. Within seconds, all of the flashlights went out, plunging them into their darkness.
Turning the corner quickly, I sprinted to the nearest guy and slugged him in the stomach, then gave him a swift punch to the face, knocking him to the ground. Next, I jumped forward and swept the second man's leg out from under him, then finished him with a hard kick to the stomach.
By now, one of the men had finally got his flashlight working and turned it on.
"HEY!" He shouted as he pointed it at me and opened fire with his gun. Time slowed down for me as I dove to the side while throwing my arm up, making the gun shoot upwards towards the ceiling. I hit the ground and rolled to my feet and dodged a punch from one of the men, delivering two fast jabs to the side before jumping and slamming my foot into his chest, making him fall to the ground, gasping for air.
I didn't stay to watch him fall. I was already running towards the man with the gun who was bring the gun down towards me. Time still moving in slow motion, I turned and grabbed the arm of the last man. Using my momentum as leverage, I twisted and threw the terrorist at the gunman.
Time seemed to speed up as they both slammed against a container headfirst.
I stopped for a moment as I looked down at my hands. "Holy crap I'm a ninja…" I thought to myself.
But my thoughts were quickly interrupted as I heard the shouts of men rounding the corner. Realizing that my choices were limited at the moment, I did the one thing I could.
"Lift!" I shouted mentally as I raised my hands. With a groan, the container in front of me slowly rose. I grunted in pain as the strain of lifting a huge container caused my head to throb, then thrust my hands forward, sending the container flying into a number of the approaching men, dispatching them immediately.
Attempting to ignore the headache, I crouch in preparation to fight more men. It took me a few moments, but I quickly realized that the shouts were all gone. There was hardly any noise in the warehouse at all. A familiar tingling sensation appeared in the back of my head as the sound of metal creaking came from my left. Slowly, I turned my head, my heart beating rapidly.
Four figures stood on the container, looking down at me, four very large figures, each holding a different weapon. Swords, nunchucks, those weird dagger things you see in ninja movies, and what looked like a staff.
I stopped breathing as I stared at them, and they watched me back. The silence was finally broken by the figure with the nunchucks, who leaned over to the one with the swords and said, "Bro… he just kicked some serious butt there…"
I immediately turned and sprinted for the door.