I'm back! Sorry 'bout the mini hiatus. My uncle had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. As you may know, the survival rates are slim to nothing. But, while it is devastating to me, I find my comfort in writing. So I march on.
Also, to my registered readers, I am starting an annual competition, in the form of a group. It will consist of nominations of stories, either by the author themselves or a reader of their story. I will then pick the top 10, and there will be three rounds to determine the winner. You can then put your achievement (top 10, top 5, 3rd, 2nd, 1st) on your story blurb so people know how good it is. The first competition will commence when I have a suitable number of stories. PM me for details. I'm sorry but I will only accept stories from this website.
On the other side of New York
"Fascinating." Stockman stated as he looked through the microscope. "Absolutely astounding."
"Stockman, report." Bishop ordered as he walked into the laboratory.
"The particles on the plastron taken from Raphael are incredibly similar to the sample you took when the turtles were in your possession." Baxter informed his boss. "Yet there are still miniscule differences that prove they are from another dimension."
"And the blood sample from Michelangelo?"
"Almost the same."
"The tooth from Donatello?"
At the question, Baxter smiled at Bishop. "While it wasn't originally planned, the possession of his tooth is quite…satisfying. I never did like the fact that a mere turtle could be almost as smart as I am. However, it doesn't hold much information." He turned back to his work. "It may make a nice trophy though."
"And Leonardo?"
"Let's just say that it was wise to chain him to the walls unlike his brothers. When our troops fight him he barely moves, but when his brothers are attacked…" He shook his head. "He fights well for a kid"
"Yes. After observing how protective original Leonardo can be over his brothers, it doesn't hurt to take procautions."
"So, what now?"
"Leave them to discuss." Bishop told him. "Then take for samples in the morning."
~Slight Miscalculation~
Cell 749 of the E.P.F Building
"You guys ok?" Leo asked his brothers, moving as close to them as the chains on his wrists would allow him.
"Not gwood." Mikey replied, rubbing his arm. "How's the chip Waphie?"
"Its alrigh'." Raph stated. "Your mouth 'k Don?"
"As well as it can be when your tooth his forcibly knocked out." Donnie felt the gap. "Stopped bleeding though. You ok Leo?"
"I'm fine." Leo lied, more concerned for his brothers.
Don raised an eyebrow and looked at his incarcerated brother. "No you're not." He pressed lightly on his ankle, which looked swollen and painful. Leo gasped in pain and immediately pulled his leg away from Donnie. "It may be broken."
"Guys?" Mikey asked, eager to get the subject away from their injuries. "Are we coming to rescue ourselves?"
The two middle brothers looked to each other for a couple seconds, before turning to Leo. Even when they were beaten, battered and bruised, they still looked to their eldest brother for guidance.
"They will. I'm sure of it." Leo replied. He frowned-even he didn't fully believe his own words. They were captured, imprisoned, being tortured, and he couldn't even comfort his own brother.
'You'll be a great leader someday.' Leonardo's words echoed in his mind.
'Time to step up.' He thought to himself.
"But just in case, we may have to go to plan B." This caught the attention of his brothers, who all looked to him, hope slightly returning in their eyes. "All right, listen up, 'cause here's what we're gonna do."