Day three.
Oh man I feel like the announcement title screen for Majoras Mask! ;D
In case anyone is wondering I believe the turtles are just about eighteen in this story. So they are a little bit older.
Alright enjoy, but remember Don't bring a turtle to a gun fight!
Day three: Don't Bring a Turtle to a Gun Fight
Don P.O.V.
I learned something after rising to the surface world.
Ok, I guess it would be more accurate to say that I learned something after becoming friends with Casey due to my rise from the underground. He's actually the one who taught me this.
There is more than one type of fighting.
I know I know, there are all kinds of different martial arts, and I just happened to of learned about all of them in my youth. In fact I even studied what is taught in police academies, and the army.
But I found that there is another kind of fighting style that I hadn't ever considered in tell I became a little more a part of this world.
Since I lack a name for this style I'll go with Casey's name and call it 'freestyle.'
The ability to react accordingly when confronted with fighting and violence is a hard thing to get used to. Yet freestyle fighters seem to have their reaction time down pat! I suppose if you get that adrenaline pumping enough times, its starts to become natural.
More natural to some than others.
Casey for example has spent his whole life fighting. He didn't have to; it was just how he lived. And through his many mistakes and bruises, that he somehow lived through, he learned how to fight, street fight.
Truthfully not many thugs can fight like this. They don't have the experience. And that seems to be the thing with 'freestyle,' most of your moves, come solely from experience.
This way of fighting may not be the most disciplined, or effective.
But it's sporadic, unpredictable, and downright scary. In a street fight, a REAL street fight, no one cares about fighting dirty or looking ridiculous. They're out for blood, not an ego.
Just like Casey, and sorry about this Case, but you're exactly who these thugs we're fighting right now remind me of.
There's only five of them, and apparently that's enough especially since we've been trying this whole time not to kill them. After all we only started this fight because we caught them attempting a small drug transaction secretly in an abandoned alley.
I for one didn't even want to get involved. I voted for calling the police and getting the shell out of here!
But unfortunately I have three physically psyched brothers that would hear none of such a 'wussy,' idea. I get that Leo thought the fight would be easy and relatively short. But he was very wrong. We didn't even manage to get the jump on them; they turned around with their knives and just started swinging without even looking at us. Mikey had to do a full blown free-fall to avoid the first guy's slashes, and Raph had to physically dislodge a knife from the side of his shell.
Lucky for me the alley was too narrow for all four of us to fight the thugs at the same time, so I held back, and had no knives to avoid.
But either way, seeing the knives is when we should have charged.
The four of us had already made the decision to fight them. Once that decision is made its best to move in and finish things, which means moving forward, not backwards. Moving backwards is for evasion or defense, and not even good defense I might add.
However the criminal's skills impressed my brothers enough for them to take a step back to speculate.
Ok maybe it wasn't their skills per say, more like their veracity, and their ability to control that veracity in a very deadly way.
Even Leo simply struck the inner elbow of his chosen thug before pushing him back so he could get a better look at the guy.
Cocky, all of them could be so cocky.
So now we are in this situation, all because my bros had to step back. It turns out these thugs had guns. And with this newfound distance between us four of the five of them were able to draw the weapon.
The four of us all dove for the same dumpster to hid behind, leading to an embarrassing tangle of limbs and clack of shells.
Fortunately for me I wasn't even close enough to the surprisingly deadly goons to have made the mistake of taking a step back in the first place. I do believe that I will have some well-earned complaining rights after this is over.
Unfortunately for me that means that I made it to cover first. Which would normally be a good thing, but this time it just resulted in me having to curl in on myself to protect my face and neck as my brother's flailed their elbows and arms all about in a quick attempt to get comfortable in our sad excuse for a hiding spot.
The thugs are bold; they're wasting no time in chasing us down with those guns. Leo moves fast he taps Mikey and Raph on the shoulders then uses the hand he taped Mikey with to touch the dumpster and the hand he taped Raph with to touch the side of the wall the dumpster was leaning against. As he did this he turns to me and boldly says "Take em' out."
I knew what he meant, we had agreed on this phrasing a while ago. Yet he hardly let me actually do it. A rush of unexpected adrenaline races through my body. It was the kind of exhilarating adrenaline I didn't get to feel often, especially in a fight. But I just got permission to use one of my new toys.
Sounds fun!
I stuffed my hand into the duffle bag I had hanging on the side of my waist.
Since I didn't plan on doing the majority of the fighting I didn't bother to put the thing down before we jumped the thugs, good thing too.
I knew exactly where I stashed that thing, right on the side of the bag. Strapped down with velcro, easily removable.
And perfect!
I pull out a gun. A hand made gun thank you very much. With specially made instant stunning bullets. Courtesy of Leo's moral innocence.
And partially because of our lack of gun training. No need to hit your target where it counts when just a brush of these bullets will start paralyzing neuro systems.
The gun had an enlarged barrel, handle, and trigger to comply with our larger three fingered hands.
The whole thing looked disproportional and heavy, but despite its appearance I managed to replace the common steel used in hand guns to a mix of much lighter metals using 7075-T6 aluminum alloy, V7 Titanium, and rubber.
….. You know rubber, for those parts were you don't actually need metal. But the gun won't look to sexy, or uh, symmetrical, if you don't.
Yeah, so anyways the result was a much uglier and much lighter gun.
Not that the weight mattered too much. We are all already stronger than humans, I assume that a heavy gun can still be shot by us, even one handed, quiet effectively. But we are ninja's, and I'm sure there's a rule somewhere that says ninja's use light and silent weapons.
And besides who cares how the thing looks, it's not all about theatrics, that's only like 43.8% of what matters.
But on a positive note, I covered the whole thing in a coating of shiny Black Nitride, for a nice shine as well as corrosion protection. And just for Mikey's sake I painted the whole thing with red and orange flames. This baby is a one- of- a- kind- beauty!
Woah, alright brain. Back to reality!
Leo covers me throwing his sword widely at the oncoming thugs. The four thugs with guns spread out into groups of two on either side of the alley to avoid the sword. As they spread out Mikey took the split second opportunity to jump into the garbage dump and Raph put two hands and one foot onto the wall of the building getting ready to scale it as soon as the coast was clear.
Geez Raph and Mikey really do have so much faith in Leo. They are both about to be extremely exposed, and if we, ahem, if I fail. They are going to be morbidly exposed.
While my bros get into their positions I roll onto my stomach and stick only my arm and the tip of one eye out from behind the dumpster. I manage to fire one shot hitting the smallest and admittedly least threating of the four thugs running at us. The young man drops like a ton of bricks tripping on his own feet and landing hard onto the concrete face first.
Oh man, seems a concussion is inevitable.
The remaining thugs are close, way too close, perhaps only a yard in front of us. And they didn't seem discouraged by my shot. Instead they simply adapt to the situation. The three of them must have come to some unspoken understanding because all of them open fire at the same time.
Leo throws himself on top of my body and whispers in my ear, "Keep firing."
So I do, I fire back at every opportunity. Mostly with wide shots due to my limited range and the thugs constant return fire.
As they're distracted with trying to keep me pinned Raph races up the wall. A wall that any human, or admittedly turtle without my special climbing claws, wouldn't even dream of scaling. His darkened form quickly disappears into the shadows of the night.
The thugs are inching closer. They can tell that I'm running out of ammo, I'm firing less and less now to conserve bullets. Leo wraps himself more solidly around my body, making it effectively impossible for me to move.
I'm sure if I had the time I'd feel slightly claustrophobic by now.
I take a risk and stretch my arm out a little farther than before, firing two more shots at one of the oncoming thugs.
*BANG*
Damn missed.
*BA-BANG*
*BANG*
Shit, why is this still happening!? Fights, especially gun fights don't normally last too long. If you need more than three bullets in a gunfight, you're probably already dead.
*BANG* *BANG*
Fights are often like that. They aren't cool or unnecessarily drawn out like in the movies.
*click* *BANG*
*CRRRRAAACCCCKCKC*
A lot of fights are awkward, messy, and desperate.
*BANG* *BANG*
*ping* *ping*
At least that's what they seem like to me.
But these guys aren't taking any chances. Unlike us they have no cover and they know how exposed they are. They just need to hold out and keep me from getting a straight shot in tell I run out of bullets.
*BANG* *BANG*
*BA-BA-BANG* *BANG*
*clack*
*BANG* *BANG*
My ears begin to ring from the onslaught of constant rounds going off in such a small area.
The alley itself was taking the sound and reverberating it back and around.
Bullets whizzed around ricocheting off walls and the floor. Crumbling and cracking bits of the concrete beside me as they hit the ground.
Above me I can physically hear a few stray bullets bounce off my brother's shell.
Oh geez, and they probably have an extra set of clips in their pockets, no wonder they're being very generous with their shots.
Suddenly from above Raph throws a shurikin at the thug closest to Leo and me. From this angle I can't fully see were the projectile hit. But from the lack of fleshy noises and the abrupt drop of the body I'm guessing it hit somewhere on the guy's head.
The taller of the two thugs immediately turns toward Raph's approximate location and starts shooting, while the largest of the thugs comes after me with newfound vigor.
He makes it passed the dumpster.
I shoot the dick in the kneecap.
I hear Leo grunt above me as the large thug shoots one last time before falling sideways crunching his arm painfully under his weight.
Mikey jumps out of the garbage dump in a quick angry burst and leaps towards the last of the four armed thugs. At this point I can no longer see what is going on. Everyone is too far to the left of the alley for me to see anything behind the dumpster. However from the sudden lack of gunshots I'm guessing Mikey got the drop on him.
"Leo get off," I say trying to push myself off of the ground.
"So~ry," Leo slurs above me rolling off.
I push myself onto all fours and look over.
Blood is pooling underneath were Leo's lying. And I notice a small blanket of blood dripping from the back of my own shell.
I scramble over to Leo ignoring the shouts of anger as Mikey and Raph chase after the fifth and last remaining thug, the one who apparently left his gun at home today.
"Leo let me see the wound," I say shaking Leo by his shoulder.
He smiles up at me. "Don't worry Don, it would hurt more if it was too bad."
I scoff at him and start to turn him over, luckily he's being a good patient and allowing me to do so, "Uh, no Leo, right now it would not hurt that bad. In fact it would be better right now if it did hurt."
Leo just sighs in response and allows himself to be rolled onto his stomach.
The bullet hit Leo in the back of his shell, about four inches to the right of his spine. Our shells are as tough as hardened high-performance polyethylene, a metal often used for bullet proof vests. But bullets are a tricky thing; the bullet itself could be made of any different kind of metal, especially in today's world. And the type of gun and the range its shot at all factor into how hard the bullet will hit. And that thug was close, really close, it's no wonder the bullet got through. But hey let's just be thankful that it hit his shell.
Even so blood was still pouring from the opening. Never the best sign. I take off my duffle and reach into it taking out a roll of gauze and a pin light.
Now let's see. The bullet clearly hit skin. I'm pretty sure the blood can confirm that.
Yes perfect! I can see the bullet.
The shell seems to have stopped most of the impact.
But there is still a lot of blood, not that it takes much of a wound for blood to start waterfallin'. The bullet is so tantalizingly close, in fact.
I take out my medical kit from the duffle. It's one of those roll out ones were everything is strapped down to the cloth. I pull the pair of tweezers from its proper placement.
I take a deep breath, better tell Leo what's coming before I have to put this light in my mouth. "Leo, the bullet isn't too deep. I'm going to take it out. Be prepared."
Leo nods and tenses himself moving his arms up and underneath his head to rest on.
Ok deep breath.
I breathe deep in and out before sticking the small light into my mouth, I lean over Leo moving the tweezers into position.
I made these tweezers with a small amount of my homemade glue. Even without a proper hold I should be able to quickly.
Ok.
Ok.
Here we go.
Score!
Thank you Mikey for all those stupid rounds of Operation you forced on me!
Leo releases his breath as I very slowly slide the bullet out to prevent tissue damage as it exits.
I toss the tweezers with the bullet randomly into my duffle and began to wrap the wound with gauze as quickly as possible, making sure to stuff a small amount into the shell before I cover the hole. Leo has to push himself up onto his shaky elbows to allow me to move the gauze around his stomach, but the wrapping is done in no time.
I help Leo into a standing position. He starts to sway into the dumpster and I tighten my hold around his shoulder.
He must be in shock. Hopefully it wears off before Raph comes back and makes fun of him for it.
Which really wouldn't be very fair of Raph, it doesn't take much for the body to go into shock. Even if you're being stabbed by a little knife the blade only has to go in less than an inch before the body can just decide to start shutting down.
Besides I'm sure this sudden lack of activity is not exactly helping. All of Leo's poor adrenaline just has nowhere to go.
I can't hear my other brothers in the distance; they must've chased that guy pretty far by now.
I start to maneuver Leo and me around the dumpster towards were I last heard Mikey.
We pass the bodies of the four thugs dodging limp limbs as we make our way down the alley.
Leo is walking easier now, seems his heightened mutated system is already at work healing and helping his clouded mind out of the shock.
But still, the police will be here any second. We need to get out of here now!
"OOOOOOOOOH SNAP RAPH!"
Ah Mikey's here.
"Looks like Leo got hit!" Mikey yells jumping down in front of us.
I might have jumped a little, luckily Mikey didn't notice.
Raph lands solidly behind me.
I may have jumped again.
"A little jumpy today eh Don?" Raph questions smirking.
Oh great, and Raph may have noticed.
"Shut up Raph," I say moving Leo more onto my shoulder.
Leo pushes himself away from me and stands on his own, but he has his back purposefully arched.
Wounds on the back are brutal; everything you do starts to hurt like a mother. We all know it, no point in hiding it.
"You ok Leo?" asks Mikey.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," Leo says.
"What happened?" this time it was Raph.
"I got shot in the back, no big deal," Leo says still not bothering to uncurl himself.
Raph narrows his eyes and crosses his arms around his chest.
Alright let's not even try to figure out what Raph's emotions are. Honestly they could be anything.
"Did you guys catch him?" I ask cutting Raph off as he tried to start up a sentence.
"No man, that guy was wicked fast, and Raph lost his bloodlust," Mikey snickers.
Raph turns on Mikey arms unfolding, a good sign. "I thought you had him Mikey! What was all that yelling for if you weren't about to nab him?"
"Just adding some dramatic flair bro. And I thought you had him!" Mikey retorts.
"It doesn't matter," Leo says walking out of the alley, "We'll get him another day. Let's just go home, I'm getting a migraine, I need some major dru-…. HEY!"
All our heads snap up at Leo's cry. We race to him and watch as the remaining thug runs around the corner of the alley and out of sight.
"HEY FUCKER!" Raph yells taking chase.
Leo yells after Raph and orders Mikey to quote 'follow the idiot.'
I look behind the dumpster at my poor duffle. Not much, but some of its contents were laid out on the concrete. The items were obviously carefully placed there so he could dig through my bag without alerting us. The blasted thief must have worked his way back around, and we didn't even notice. He probably wanted to get one last hit in, but settled for getting back at us by stealing from my harmless little duffle instead. The bag itself looks undamaged.
It's kind of sad that even knowing all the important things that I have stashed in there I'm more worried about the duffle bag itself.
Ah well, everyone has their thing.
I bend down and start digging through my bag.
About ten minutes later Raph and Mikey are finally reeled back and we all head to the lair to get Leo some much deserved pain pills.
With one less flashdrive in my bag.
Shit, it won't be fun explaining this to Leo. Maybe he just won't have to know. They're just a bunch of street punks anyways. What's the worst that could happen?
Besides I have a better question. How the hell did those guys have so many guns!? The gun laws in New York are ridiculous!
Oh wait, laws, criminals, right.
This is a rather long chapter, hopefully that's a good thing.
This was a gun fight, which means that it's a very different read than a normal fight scene.
But I really wanted to try this sort of scene out, hopefully everyone enjoyed it.
I have to say writing this chapter with so little comedy was strange for me.
I'll have to make up for that in the next chapter. ;)
Next time Day Seventeen: Detective Casey Jones is On The Case