Cars honked and passer byer's waved their goodbyes as the street lights came on one by one.
All dressed bundled up wearing scarfs and hats with their thick coats cradling their bodies as their breaths lingered in the air In front of them. They went by their usual mostly care free days, work, school runs home life.
That being said they did have the odd unusual activity here or there in New York that just seemed to disappear after utter and sheer panic and chaos on their part. The government would always cover it up with some ridiculous story, 'Live action alien invasion entertained nation' as if.
It was tragic how truly unaware these people actually where of how many times they had, had their lives saved, no not just their lives, their city, their world saved by four single, unusual brothers. Brothers whom never asked for anything in return, they just did it, took care of things whilst being well aware that the humans they where saving would never truly accept them if they where to show themselves. Only the odd few would, those odd few humans they now called friends, best friends. They were grateful for those few, they truly where. They didn't do it for acceptance, or to be liked, they didn't fight the bad guys for medals or battle killer kraang or crazy scientists for applause. They did it for their honour, their family's honour and for one and other...because it was the right thing to do. Although truth be told the youngest of the four would often daydream about being some kind of super hero and being loved by all, earning him a slap to the back of the head from the second oldest brother, but that was about it, he knew that's all it was, all it could be...a dream.
Whilst the people of New York City went about their lives, the four brothers lived their crime fighting, dramatic existence in the shadows, below, high above on the dusty rooftops of the New York City skyline and in the darkness that littered the allies after sun down.
The city was beginning to settle for the night, a layer of thick fog began to cloud over as citizens made their way home, not wanting to be stuck amongst it, eyes unwilling to see through its exhausting eeriness.
The central park clock struck 9pm and soon the streets would be empty, all the stragglers would be making their way home by now, knowing not to be out passed this time. This area in particular was a crime hot spot, where the usual gangs would be out, mugging, stabbing, initiating and always brewing trouble, they would never learn when to quit, scum.
There would be no cars on the road soon, no regular day workers prancing down the street, no one in their right mind would be out, and the fear after dark here is an unfortunate thing for such a beautiful city where the stars shine in the dark in a beautiful symbolic way that no one rarely appreciated.
Unbeknown to the people of New York as once already stated, a unique family, a team of loyal brothers, not just brothers but best friends and an old rat they called father, lived below them.
Underneath the dripping sounds of leaking pipes, and the clanging of the over worked plumbing systems, they too waited for their turn to go up topside. It had now become basic routine for them, every night they would wait till dark, then head topside to patrol and protect the odd citizen that would dare to cross that dark lane, or pass by that gang of angry, weapon wielding purple dragons. But mainly they fought against their greatest enemy, a man who made it his life's mission to utterly destroy everything Hamato Yoshi held dear, all over a woman. A beautiful and kind hearted women, and from what they where told about her, they could deduce that she was definitely worth fighting for. But it was Splinter...Hamato Yoshi that her heart had always truly belonged to, but the maniac just couldn't accept that. All these years later he just so happens to be living in the same city, plotting for a revenge that cannot even be justified, he is simply...inhumane, and all he really cares about is ridding the turtles and their father, his once called brother...from the world.
But this story isn't just about that mad man, as it turns out. As the turtles have already grimly figured out, there are many...mad men, living in New York...men that to would make it their life's mission to make others suffer in truly awful ways, men that would give anything to hurt the Hamato family and destroy them completely...and not just them, but anyone they held dear.
It was coming up to their nightly patrol, they did this every night like clockwork, wait till dark and protect the city, get home, sleep, wake up, train, repeat, like a chore...a heavy burden they all carried together for such young beings, but it was their purpose. They where ninjas, deadly ninjas trained to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. Who lurked in the shadows and destroyed anyone who dared to harm innocence. They where the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Even in the thick fog that coated the city like the smoke from an ever burning fire...there would still be crime, crime wouldn't hide from the fog, crime would hide in the fog, using it to its advantage, no one would see the hits or the thefts coming.
What better time for crime to wake up and wreak havoc over a darkened gloomy city than tonight? A night where even the turtles themselves wouldn't have to worry too much about being seen, heck they could walk the streets if they really wanted to, and what better time for those four mutant ninja turtles to travel topside to bring justice...than on a night like this.