Donatello raced forward, running swiftly across the pavement. His brothers raced besides him all with the same intent. To stop what ever this thing was before it killed someone. If it hadn't already. A quick look over in Karai and Razar's direction showed they were far too still to be natural. Donatello prayed they were still alive, just because they were his enemies didn't mean he wanted to see them dead. As Fishface tried to get free of the ninja' s grasp, Donatello could see it was a fruitless cause. The ninja's grip was too tight, and Fishface was barely conscious. In a final attempt to free himself Fishface whipped around to sink his fangs into the ninja's neck. Donatello saw him go limp as the ninja's scream of pain filled the air. Donatello flinched as the scream reached his ears. He had reached the ninja by that time, swinging out his Bo- staff to render it unconscious. Even wounded, the ninja could still move with surprising speed. Whipping around, it caught his Bo-staff and disarmed him. The ninja twirled it around getting used to the weight before launching itself towards Donatello. He ducked as it spun towards his head, feeling it whish over his head only inches away. Donatello's mouth dropped over as it blocked an attack from Leonardo, while managing to punch Mikelangelo in the face. Donatello grimaced as he heard the crack of wood breaking. Well there went another Bo-staff. He raced forward to see what bits of his staff he could save. As he ran towards his splintered Bo-staff he felt a heavy weight connect with his shell. Donatello panicked, believing he was going to be suffocated like Fishface was. As he rolled over, he found his 'attacker' was only Leonardo, who was dazed after being thrown so far. As another yell rang out, Donatello saw his older brother Raphael viciously attacking with his sias.
"I wouldn't let you hurt my brother!" He yelled out before launching himself towards the ninja, every intent to seriously harm. As the two fought, Donatello found himself mesmerized by the flowing graceful dance they seemed to be doing. Every hit that was thrown was dogged, and every dodge was gracefully done. Donatello shook his head, he had to concentrate. As he raced forward he slipped on the concrete and went sprawling over the limp form of Fishface. As Donatello started to get up, he was frozen by the realization of what he had slipped on. A pool of bright red steadily grew larger around Fighface's head. But what had shocked Donatello was the blue black liquid that covered the rest of Fishface. As Donatello's gaze flashed up to where Michelangelo had cornered it. The same blue black liquid that was on Fishface, was staining the area around its neck. Donatello's stomach dropped as he realized whatever they where fighting was not human at all.
The ninja's eyes blazed in
anger, a bright light in the
dark night.
TBC...
So ya, little late of an update. but it's still an update. Sorry if the story sucks, I just think the TMNT world needs so really weird human/mutant thing to come and attack. So Review. I Swear If No One Reviews Than I Will Stop Writing And Go Die In A Dark Hole. Okay maybe not the dark hole thing. Sorry this is short, school stress. So chow!