Don't own Ninja Turtles

Chapter: 3

(August:)

August rushed around the side of the truck. Quickly meeting up with April and Casey at the back doors.

"No." April ordered, dong everything in her power to keep the remaining three Turtles inside the truck. "He'll get him, just stay here." She said before the little hot-head ducked under her arm and headed for Yoshi and his older brother.

However he hadn't even gotten three steps, before The Shredder started to laugh. August felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Who would have thought a simple laugh could sound so – evil.

"You fools." He declared, before standing up straighter. "SS4 – Code 7005 – Attack."

August sucked in a breath when he heard that. He knew what that meant. Before he could even reconsider his thoughts, he pushed April away from the little Mutants. And not a moment too soon, as the youngest had suddenly turned on her and attacked.

"Casey." August yelled, covering April's head as they fell to the ground. The vigilante's attention was drawn away from The Shredder just in time for him to jump out-of-the-way as the second oldest, attacked him as well.

"What's going on?" April asked, as August pulled her to her feet.

"Just keep them contained." He ordered, just before he too was attacked from behind, this time by the third Turtle.

"Why are they attacking us?" Casey yelled as he used one of his bats to block a punch from the little hot-head. Which unfortunately for him, resulted in the bat breaking clean in half.

"Just do it!" August demanded. As Casey looked at the remains of his bat in shock. "Don't let them follow Shredder. Keep them contained."

"Why would they –" April didn't get the chance to finish as the smallest had quickly jumped onto the bumper of the truck, propelled himself into the air and drive bomb her. She dodged effectively, but the little guy quickly rose to meet her again.

August evaded to his right as the smart one suddenly attacked again. But before he realized he had been herded, he was thrown off-balance from dodging straight into the side of the truck. He recovered quickly, but was forced to actually roil under the vehicle to avoid the little one's next attack.

He came up on the other side and looked up just as Casey dodged his own opponent. Resulting the little Turtle throwing his fist into the wall of a building. Causing it to literally shattered on impact.

Casey's eyes widened in horror, as he looked at the hole that could have been his face. "Ah shit." He gasped, before he was attacked again and forced to run for his life. "I get the feeling these guys have been holding out on us." He yelled.

"It's not their fault." August explained looking around for his own opponent. "I don't think they can do this normally." Just then he heard a *cracking* sound and looked up to find a load of scaffolding falling from the roof of the building. He bolted toward the truck again, just making it back underneath, before the carnage hit.

He looked up from beneath the wreckage and spotted his attacker standing off to the side. Somehow having managed to completely avoid the collapse. August looked around and realized that the Turtle had actually chased him to the that side of the truck. To get him in position, for when his brother's attack weakened the scaffolding's supports.

August took a deep breath to steady his nerves. These little Mutants were unreal. In fact he was sure that if they had really wanted to kill them, they could have done it by now.

He found himself shocked by his own realization. It was true, they all seemed to be showing resistance to the force that controlled them. August couldn't honestly see how that was possible. They were far too young.

But he wasn't given the time to think on too much. As the Turtle he had been fighting suddenly kicked a rod out from under the debris and a plank rocketed toward him. From the sudden pressure release.

August barely managed to avoid receiving a face-full of board. As he bolted for the front of the truck. Now more than a little unnerved. He immediately starting looking around for the next assault. He had just barely caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Before he spun around and realized, it was the truck.

That, coincidentally, happened to be sporting a board through the driver's side mesh-window. Which also appeared to be lodged in the steering column. Effectively putting the armored truck in drive, while simultaneously turning the tires in his direction.

August saw the old, rotten plank crack under the pressure of the steering wheel, turning against it. And a second later snap in half. Dislodging a large piece of wood toward the floor. Where it, as fate would have it, apparently landed right on the gas pedal.

August jumped as high as his legs allowed, when the vehicle driven by the 'fluke-from-Hell,'barreled toward him. Thankfully he somehow managed to land on the hood of the truck. But quickly had to pull himself forward, before he was crushed by a parked car. As the it plowed through a number of abandoned vehicles, before ramming head-on into a random building at about 30 MPH.

August looked up sourly and swatted some dust away. They say 'you don't know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from'. But this was a little ridiculous. But just as that thought entered his mind. He heard a sound that made his heart sink. And turn around frantically just as the wall of the building crumbled and fell.

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(Casey:)

Casey jumped as the little muscle-Turtle threw a right hook into the street where he had just been standing. He was forced to back-pedal again, as the ground basically exploded outward. Sheets of asphalt ripping away like cheap plywood with the impact.

The hockey junky couldn't help staring at the carnage. If he didn't know any better, he'd think the Turtles attacks were actually getting stronger.

He had to take a beep breath to steady his nerves. It hadn't even been three hours since he and the little guy had; had their little squabble. But watching him now, it was like looking at a completely different person.

If he'd that kind of power before. How had he not killed the teen. Just that first punch alone should have crushed his skull.

Casey didn't have whole a lot of time to consider his good fortune. For what this kid lacked in precision. He made up for with speed. He swallowed his girly scream as he dove for cover in the ruins of the scaffolding. A board shattering right where head had just been.

Instinct from years of living on the streets, kicked in and he quickly grabbed a rod. Stood and swung. He remember at the last second that the Turtle wasn't actually his enemy. But not soon enough to stop his momentum however.

But it turned out, that he hadn't needed to. As the little Mutant just raised his arm and the rod bent around his form like it was tinfoil. Casey continued to hold the now pretzel shaped, iron bar for a second in pure shock. Before dropping it and ran for his life.

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(April:)

April was using every fighting skill she knew and even some she didn't. But still the little Turtle was outmaneuvering her. She tried desperately to get him to stop. But he was unable to control his actions.

Finally she had to result to just avoiding him. But even that was a chore and a half. The little Turtle was so fast, she couldn't hope to outpace him, even at her highest speed. On top of that he was flexible and persistent. He could twist his body in ways that shouldn't even be possible and come up swinging every time.

Even if she had wanted to hit him, it just wasn't going to happen. And yet, his unholy speeds were only the beginning. His accuracy alone revealed a lot to be desired. Though he wasn't quite as skilled as his immediate older brother. It was obvious that every little object had he found and thrown, would have hit its mark, had she not kept moving.

In fact it was us uncanny, that April couldn't see how he was missing at all. Then it accrued to her. He weren't missing. He was hitting exactly what he'd intended to hit. It seemed that even through the force that controlled his every move. He was still able to avoid seriously hurting the people he cared about. She saw the same reaction in the one August was fighting as well. Even the little hot-head was obviously holding back quite a bit. It was obvious to her, that what ever controlled them, wasn't complete. It wasn't perfect.

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(Yoshi:)

Yoshi was taken off guard when Shredder suddenly appeared in the middle of his fight with the Turtle and he was forced to roll backwards to avoid being gutted. Just then the child attacked again and kicked him in the chest, knocking him back into a wall. Where he was quickly pinned by Shredder. As he dug the blades of his gauntlet into the brick on ether side of his neck.

"You see." Shredder gloated. "No matter what you do. No matter what you give them. They will always work for me. They will always betray you."

"Release them." Was all he could say. Demanding the freedom of the children under his protection. But Shredder only laughed again.

"I couldn't even if I wanted to." Shredder stated and Yoshi's heart dropped. "They are not old enough or strong enough to endure this. That's why they were going to be aged." Shredder explained.

"They can not be stopped. All they can do now is fight and they will continue to fight until they exhaust themselves. Their bodies will break from the pressure." Shredder let that sink in for a second. "You should have given them up when I asked. Now they will die and it will be all your fault."

Shredder smiled when Yoshi actually stopped breathing momentarily. And lifted his other gantlet. Preparing to deliver the finale blow. But he stopped before his blade could hit home. Suddenly he felt something he had not experienced for years. Fear.

Yoshi's resolve was shattered under The Shredder's curtly. He no longer saw the need to hold back. After everything he had done to save these children. Only to lose them here. Like this. When they were so close to freedom. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair.

He forced The Shredder back so suddenly and so violently that his armor actually cracked, when he connected with a lamp-post. His momentum sent him straight through the pole splitting in two. Before he fell against the wall on the other side of the street. When Shredder looked up again, he discovered that his adversary was gone. In his place was noting but raw, untapped instinct. All that remained was the animal.

Yoshi's night vision lit up the darkness, as he looked up. The Shredder had just made one mistake too many. He was about to learn, that even a creature as small as the rat, would strike back when cornered. He had no idea what he had just awakened.

It happened in a blur. Yoshi wasn't even aware of what he was doing any longer. All he knew was that The Shredder had threatened him. Threatened something he held dear. He'd murdered his wife and daughter. Now he had taken this family as well.

They was no room left in him for mercy or regret. Hate and anger were the only things fueling his moves. The Shredder would pay this day, for what he had taken from him. Today Oroku Saki would die.

Somewhere in Yoshi's mind he registered that his enemy couldn't even fight back. He was outmatched and outmaneuvered. Struck over and over in a fit of rage. Moves Yoshi hadn't even known he was capable of. Until the tables were turned once again. This time in his favor.

Now it was Shredder who was cornered. And Yoshi had no intention of wasting time to brag about it. But just when the moment came. Just when Shredder was at his feet. At his mercy. He stopped.

Suddenly he caught the eyes of the little Turtle he had been fighting. The child had curled in on himself. In obvious pain. As whatever Shredder had done to him, racked his body from the inside-out. But his eyes remained on Yoshi. Watching. Learning.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't kill. Not with child watching him. His conscious wouldn't allow it.

Yoshi was suddenly forced back again. He dodged and back-peddled into the middle of the street. Just before several Foot Ninja appeared to collect their now half-dead Master. Then before anyone could act, before he could even rise to stop them. A smoke pellet was thrown and his enemy disappeared into the night.

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(August:)

August was starting to like the idea of an armored truck more and more. Just maybe not this one.

He quietly pulled himself from the safety of the undercarriage and pushed aside some rubble, clearing himself a path. And stood up to look around for his adversary. Expecting some other crazy, unethical thing to happen at any time.

But instead, he found the little Turtle he had been fighting, doubled over in pain. August gasped as he realized what that meant. They were waning. Becoming weaker and weaker by the second. Soon there would be nothing left of them.

When the Mutant looked up again, August knew he had to do this quickly. This little one would no doubt know what he was up to. So as fast as he could, he bolted for the back of the truck. Jumped inside and quickly located Scott Perry.

The man was struggling to recover from the vehicle's rampage. But appeared to be unharmed. Quickly, August ripped the pillow case from his head and turned the man around to face him, "What's the Shut-down command?" August demanded, gripping his shoulders.

When his subconscious registered movement again. He looked up to find the little Turtle, had jumped inside in truck.

"What?" Scott asked totally confused. Then looked to the Mutant as well and seemed to realize what was happening.

"The Shut-down code; man!" August yelled shaking him slightly. "What's the Safety Word?" But before he could get anything else out. He was suddenly knocked to the ground and struggled to defended himself against the little Turtle. Who was still analyzing his every move and pinpointing just where to hit, when August's defenses were focused elsewhere.

"Paladin." Scott suddenly yelled and just like that it was over. August opened his eyes when the attack stopped. He saw the Turtle's eyes clear; just before they rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed to the ground.

Yeah I rewrote this chapter again. I'm sorry to anyone who read it before. That must have been torture.

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