Turtle Luck: Raphael
I followed the purple dragons for a few blocks until they rounded a corner towards a disused building in a rundown part of the area. Leaping to the closest possible rooftop I put my Ninja training to good use as I hide in the shadows. Not that the purple dragons would be intelligent enough to look up. The purple dragons stopped when they got close to the decaying building, as one of them approached the shutters where a garage had presumably once been. A few knocks on the metal shutter later, and a light creaking noise indicated the shutter was slowly moving upwards. Unfortunately my turtle luck was running true to form tonight and a huge man emerged from the disused building.
I couldn't help the low growl that developed in my throat as Hun stepped out into the alleyway. Of all the bad guys I've fought in my life there's not many I hate more than Hun. Inching forwards in the safety of the shadows I strain to hear the conversation between Hun and the dragons. I shouldn't have bothered to be honest, Hun's voice boomed around the alley and the purple dragons were no quieter. Guess that's the difference between street thugs and Ninja's. Except Mikey.
"Well done dragons. Any problems?" asked Hun with a smirk as he stepped towards the crates the dragons had carried
"None at all boss" answered a dragon with a stupid purple Mohawk.
At that Hun raised a blond eyebrow at the dragons before pressing further. "Nothing green, that has a shell?"
"No sign of them" came the reply.
I could feel my annoyance rising as Hun let out a laugh. This is why I'm always telling Leo and the others we need to patrol more! So dirt bags like Hun can't just get away with doing what they want. We all should have been on top of this tonight, and I'm the only one here. It's not good enough.
So far they haven't mentioned what's in the crates, but seeing how happy Hun is I'd bet my shell it's better out of his hands. Standing up from my crouched position on the rooftop I pull out my twin Sai in anticipation. Those crates aren't leaving here. Definitely not with Hun anyway. Moving to the edge of the rooftop I take a deep breath before launching myself downwards. The cool night air whistles past me and I land right in front of the crates startling both Hun and the purple dragons who'd been loitering around the alley.
"Miss me Hun?" I mocked as I casually twirled my Sai blades.
"Get the freak" growled Hun as the purple dragons closed in from all sides
"That's not fair. There's only 20 of them. It's hardly even a warm up" I retorted as I launched the pommel of my Sai into the face of the first attacker before swinging my elbow back into the face of the second. A satisfying crunch came from behind me as the rest of the purple dragons advanced.
There was something I just loved about fighting. It relied on instincts. It was so easy for me to just lose myself in it. The thrill of the moment always charged my adrenaline, and with it my confidence. This was my playing field. My area of strength. As I dodged and weaved through the purple dragons disarming them of their crow bars and baseball bats I couldn't help but wonder why Hun hadn't joined the attack. Ducking under and poorly controlled swing of a bat I quickly kicked the offending dragon launching him back into another of the group. Just as the circle of purple dragons started to thin down with many lying unconscious at my feet I heard an unmistakeable click from behind me.
"Stop right there, freak" sneered Hun as the purple dragons that were left stepped away from me and I turned to look at Hun
In the heat of the fight I had taken my eyes away from the crates which had unfortunately given Hun a chance to open them. Now I found myself on the wrong side of the large, alien looking gun that Hun had pointed at me. The large bag gun had various switches on it and looked more suited to firing missiles if it wasn't for the three different sized barrels on it. Glancing behind Hun the crate that was opened seemed to contain not just guns similar to what Hun currently held, but also other alien tech that Donnie would probably know the purpose of.
Part of me wanted to run head first at Hun, but that probably wasn't the best idea since I had no idea what that gun even did.
"Aww nice of you to break your new toys out for me Hun. I'd hate to break them on you!" I called with as much bravado as I could muster. If all four of us were here, Donnie would figure out what the gun did, Leo would plan, and Mikey could do… something.
"What do you say boys, should we find out what this baby can do?" retorted the huge man as the purple dragons responded enthusiastically.
The tip of the gun started to glow as if it as gathering energy. Before it could fire a shadow dropped from the rooftop next to Hun and knocked the gun skywards, as a large blast of a red beam soared upwards.
Oh shell no. Could today get any worse? Glaring at my saviour as Hun rounded on him, my gratitude was drowned out by anger. Why did it have to be Splinter who saved my shell?
A/N - Apologies for the delay in updating but I've been really busy with uni and stuff. Hopefully next chapter will come sooner. I updated my other story Explanations last week if anyone wants to check it out! I really appreciate your reviews guys!