I own nothing in this piece. The events of this chapter are all taken from the 1987 series episode entitled "Shredded and Splintered," which is the last episode of season 1 of that series. Mostly, the scene is shown from Splinter's perspective.

Splinter's other students still stood at his sides, but, in a moment, they were all lifted from the pavement by their necks. Splinter felt his throat being crushed by a single, strong hand. He also heard a voice. However, it did not belong to the enemy holding him, whose hot breath he felt wafting over him, but from too great a distance to aim a punch or kick at it unfortunately. Meanwhile, the other voice said, "Well, well, well, looky what we found!"

Through his squinted eyes, Splinter saw Michelangelo thrown away by the enemy holding them, Bebop. He then saw the purple glasses on the warthog mutant's face concentrate on "his" face. "We got a score to settle with you little twerps!"

Behind him, Splinter heard trashcans being overturned and crunched, followed by the sound of turtle-shells slamming into a wall. My students! He fought harder in the grip of his foe, squeezing his eyes shut with the effort, but to no avail.

Then the same voice that had started went on, "Aw did I hurt yuse?! This will make it better!" Then there was the sound of a machine gun. He could hear that lazars rather than bullets were flying, but he still also heard casings hitting the pavement. Donatello might be able to explain how that worked. Thankfully, he heard nothing hitting turtle-shell.

Meanwhile, Bebop squeezed his throat a little tighter. "We don't like rats in our fair city."

A thread of rage spiked through him. He had not been a rat when he'd first settled in this city. It was this warrior's master who'd made him so, likely with the help of his new ally. He was trying to "unbecome" a rat. But in this immediate moment, those things didn't matter. He just needed "one" opportunity to free himself!

He tried to squirm, to pull at the fingers of and break this warrior's grip on his throat. But, he'd never fought against a hand this strong before! Then another of equal strength wrapped around the other side of his throat and pressed further. He could still clearly hear the mutant warthog's words. "Maybe, I should just wring your scrawny little neck."

Is this how I die, closer to being human again than I've been since first mutating years ago, with only one of my students safely away, and the others in danger around me?

Then, his enemy's body jolted forward and was moving forward smoothly beneath him to the sound of wheels. The air whipped through his fur again. His most cheerful student's voice came from somewhere before and below him now. "Not so fast, Homeboy!"

Even lying down in a dumpster, speeding away beneath them, his enemy did not release his hold on his throat. However, Bebop's changed position of lying just beneath him, put him within Splinter's kicking range. He delivered quite a powerful blow.

The warthog mutant finally let go. Splinter leapt over the side of the dumpster and onto the asphalt. Then he looked around to take in his students' situations.

The rhino-mutant, Rocksteady, was trying to shred his other students with lazars fired by his strange machine gun. His expression looked, and voice sounded, quite happy as he did so. "Drink lazars of electric death, turtles!"

Michelangelo, having freed him, now flattened his shell against a thick pole blocking this barrage from hitting said shell. Leonardo and Raphael peeked over a mailbox at their opponent on Michelangelo's right. Splinter was relieved to hear the lightness in Raphael's voice. "Well, the boy likes his work!"

However, the entertainment the rhino's words provided might have distracted his turtles from Bebop's actions. He lifted an entire, very expensive-looking, red, sports car off the road and launched it at his turtles.

They barely had time to rise, flinch in fear, and leap out of its path. The car landed and crumbled against their once-cover from the lazars. Rocksteady took advantage. He sprayed the place with lazars again, thankfully still aiming badly. "He" missed Leonardo's run behind him. There, the turtle in blue sliced through a light pole with a katana.

The rhino turned toward the sound this made just in time for the traffic light to land on his head. After the pole bounced off, he looked like he wore big red and yellow lenses over his eyes like overlarge and loud sunglasses.

What do you think?

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