My name is Leonardo. And right now my brothers and I are in a mess of trouble. Our backs are against the wall in some trash strewn alley as we face down members of the Purple Dragons, the toughest street gang on the east side. These guys have been known to take down anyone that gets in their way.
They haven't met us.
"You're going down freaks," Their leader says, spinning a wooden stick. "No one messes with the Purple Dragons. Especially wearing stupid turtle costumes."
He's wrong. We're not wearing costumes.
This story begins underground in a well-crafted home carved into a small corner of the NYC sewer system. Here, a man-sized rat with a non-existent left ear sat, a jade stick in one hand, and a lit candle in the other. When he spoke, his voice resonated with wisdom and age.
"The greatest ally a ninja can have is the shadows," the rat explained to the darkness around him, "To stray from them and expose your position would spell doom. For today's exercise, try to extinguish this candle without being seen."
Nothing happened at first, but then, the rat heard footsteps quickly approaching. He ducked as a shadowed figure attempted to jump kick him. The figure stumbled as it landed, crashing into a wall.
"Too noisy, Donatello."
Another figure landed near him, flipping about and jumping all over the place. As he leapt towards the rat, the rat leapt up, batting the second figure with his cane so he went tumbling to the ground, crashing into Donatello
"Too clumsy, Michelangelo."
A third one slowly approached from behind, trying to grab the rat. Instantly, the rat rolled out of the way, causing the figure to roll on the ground before turning to face the rat. Without missing a beat, the figure charged at the rat, who had taken a fighting stance. Instead of engaging him though, the rat moved aside and placed his stick on the ground, tripping the figure into the other two.
"Poor choice, Raphael."
Suddenly, a fourth figure dropped down from the ceiling above, kicking the candle out of the rat's hand. As soon as the figure caught it, they blew it out, plunging the room into darkness. Then, the lights came on, revealing the four figures. They were humanoid turtles, each the size of a teenager and each wearing elbow and knee pads, belts and individually colored masks. Each of them also differed physically as well. The one in red was the most muscular of the four, the purple one, the tallest, and the orange one the shortest with freckles across his face. The blue turtle, the one that put out the candle, seemed to be the most balanced of the four. The rat then went over to the blue turtle.
"Well done, Leonardo," he complimented.
"Thank you, Master Splinter," Leonardo replied, bowing in response.
The turtle in red, Raphael, walked up to Leonardo, not happy in the slightest.
"Teacher's pet," he sneered in a thick New York accent.
"Ninja dropout," Leo responded, tossing the remains of the now extinguished candle at his brother.
A chorus of "ooh's" came from Donatello in purple and Michelangelo in orange as Raph crushed the candle in his hand. He tried to get at Leo, wanting to knock the smug look off his face, but Splinter put his staff in the way.
"This is not a competition, Raphael. It is about self-improvement."
"He's right Raph," Mikey said, placing his hands on his brother's shoulders. "It doesn't matter who won. What matters is that you lost."
Unbeknownst to the orange turtle, Splinter went behind him and put his finger under his neck causing him serious pain.
"Ah!" he squealed, speaking quickly. "But what's really important is that we all did our best. Good job everyone!"
Splinter then released him, allowing him to drop to the ground. Mikey rubbed his neck in pain as Splinter just chuckled, returning to the matter at hand.
"Gather around my sons," he commanded, "I have something important to say."
The four turtles sat down, circling their rodent master.
"My sons, you have grown strong in your training and have made me proud. As such, you are ready for the next step in your journey."
"Does this mean-?" Leo started to ask.
"Yes," Splinter interrupted, a smile gracing his snout, "You will finally receive your weapons."
The four turtles all shouted with joy as Splinter walked over to a wall. Pressing a large red button, a lifting door slowly moved up, revealing shelves of all kinds of ninja weapons.
"The choice is yours, my sons. Choose wisely."
He barely finished his sentence before they all rushed to see what their future weapons would be. Michelangelo saw many that sparked his interest, reminding him of the many kung-fu movies he watched as a kid.
"Wow…" Mikey let out. "I think I want the swords. No, kama! No, kusarigama! They're all so cool I can't handle it!" he suddenly stopped though, eying one set of weapons in particular, a pair of nunchucks. He picked them up, holding them in his hands to get a feel for them.
"Awesome…Just like Bruce Lee!"
He spun the weapons around, mimicking the moves of the actor and laughing as he did.
"Ah, the nunchaku." Splinter said from behind him. "They are the weapons of a showman; agile, versatile, and usually underestimated. I think you will use them well."
Mikey looked down at his new weapons and smiled. Meanwhile, Donatello was also searching for his ideal weapon. Some were more interesting than others, especially the sheer number of staff related weapons. He stopped at a plain Bo staff. For some reason, he picked it up and spun it a little. Splinter walked toward him as Donnie stopped.
"I see you have an interest in the Bo Staff." He commented, stroking his goatee with a single paw. "Sturdy, strong, and adaptable. A fitting tool for one such as yourself."
Donnie smiled at his sensei's words, looking at the staff with an analytical eye.
"I can see potential for improvements." He noted.
Leonardo skimmed through many weapons as well, both bladed and blunt. He couldn't find one that suited him, until he saw two flat, slightly angled swords.
"Wow." He said in awe, taking the weapons off the wall and giving them a swing. "These are beautiful."
"Ah yes, the Katana swords." Splinter mused, approaching his son, "Their beauty is unmatched and their ferocity in battle, unequaled. They will prove useful to you."
Leo continued studying the sword, twirling them in his hands to get a feel for them. Raph noted Leo's choice and growled. He had wanted the swords, but he knew he wouldn't be able to take them from Leo. Disappointed, he started looking for a different weapon, angrily growling about his brother. Splinter noticed this, and pulled twin sai off the wall.
"Raphael." He called.
The red turtle looked over, just in time to catch the two sai now flying at his face. He looked at the weapons, adjusting his grip so he was holding them properly.
"These twin sai are a common close-quarters weapon. While they do not have the reach of a sword, they are a well-used weapon to counter long range attacks"
Raph felt how well these small weapons fit in his hands. He then spun them around by the prongs, smiling as he did. They weren't swords, but they would certainly do.
"Thanks, Sensei," Raph replied.
"You are welcome, my son," Splinter replied as the others gathered around. "I trust you all will use these gifts well. And remember, confrontation must always be a last resort. A true warrior never goes seeking danger, but must be prepared for it."
"Hai Sensei." They all said at once.
Splinter then turned and started to leave. Mikey quickly elbowed Leo, signaling him to clear his throat and get Splinter's attention.
"Um, Sensei?" Leonardo started.
"Yes?" Splinter inquired, turning around to face his sons.
"We were talking..." Leo continued, wringing his hands a bit. "And we thought that maybe... you know, since we've come so far in our training, and now that we're all fifteen… that you'd be willing to let us go to the surface."
Splinter stroked his chin at this notion. He had seen them grow in their training but this was an unexpected request.
"Hmm, the surface eh?" Splinter asked.
"Yeah." Mikey answered quickly. "We think we can handle it up there, don't you?"
"... yes," Splinter replied, eliciting cheers from the turtles. "And no."
The turtles all suddenly groaned in frustration.
"I hate it when he does this," Raph lamented.
"You have indeed come far, but a venture to the surface is an undertaking that takes a great amount of wisdom that you four do not yet possess."
"So, that's just no, then?" Raph questioned.
"Yes… and no. Wisdom comes from experience, and experience comes from making mistakes.
So, what you're saying is we can't gain the wisdom unless we make the mistakes," Leo rationalized. "So, going up may be a good idea after all."
"No." Splinter answered.
"... and yes?" Leo hoped.
"No," Splinter insisted. " "The mistakes you make up there are not ones to be taken lightly."
"Translation, he's afraid someone might see us." Raphael said sarcastically.
This caused Splinter to snap.
"Of course I am!" He shouted, slamming his stick on the ground. "I have often said the surface world is a dangerous place. Even those who would be our allies would never understand us. What people don't understand, they fear. And what they fear, they destroy."
This made all the turtles look at each other nervously, except Leonardo.
"We know Sensei," he started. "And were very grateful for all that you've done to protect us, but you said so yourself, we have grown in our training, and well, we can't spend the rest of our lives down here."
Splinter looked at his four sons, seeing their pleading eyes and sensing their insistence was genuine. Finally, he let out a sigh of resignation.
"You may go, tonight."
"Yes!" Leo cheered.
"Alright!" Raph let out.
"Sweet," Donnie said in celebration.
"Aw yeah!" Mikey cheered. "High three!"
The four high three'd in response, genuinely excited as to what the night would have in store.
Later that night, Leo was trying out his new swords again while watching his favorite show, Space Heroes, on the TV. In this episode, the show's lead, Captain Ryan, sat in his command chair as his ship was being fired upon.
"Mr. Crankshaw! Status report!" he demanded.
"Shields are down 98 percent, torpedoes are depleted, and engines are overheated! We're all gonna die-!"
Mr. Crankshaw was cut off by a slap to the face.
"Not if I can help it," Captain Ryan declared.
"Gentlemen," he and Leonardo spoke in unison as Leo raised a sword. "I have a bold and daring plan! There's no time for hesitation! My orders must be carried out without question!"
"Are you seriously still into that show?" Raph commented, looking up from a magazine he was reading. "It's gotta be the dumbest thing I've ever seen. And I live wi"
"Hey, that's not fair," Leo protested. "Space Heroes is a great show. And Captain Ryan is one of the greatest fictional heroes of all time."
"Oh, really?" Raph replied sarcastically. Well in that case, it's the dumbest fictional thing I've ever seen."
"Mock all you want, Raph, but someday, I hope to be as great a warrior as him."
"Well, ya do like to hear yourself talk, so you're well on your way."
Leo just narrowed his eyes in response. Just then, Donnie and Mikey came running up to them.
"Hey, guess what time it is," Donnie told them.
Leo and Raph looked at each other for a moment before turning back to the others.
"7:30," Donnie answered. "Night time."
"Meaning it's go time!" Mikey cheered.
"Alright!" Leo cheered.
"Finally," Raph let out.
Later, they assembled in front of Splinter, each with their respective weapons stored on their person. Leo had his swords on two sheaths that hung behind his right shoulder, Donnie's staff was secured in a similar fashion, while Raph and Mikey had their respective weapons on their belts.
"You are going up to a strange and hostile world." Splinter warned. "Remember to maintain awareness at all times."
"Hai Sensei!" They all responded at once.
"Always stay together." He interjected as they were about to leave.
"Hai Sensei!" They respond, straightening back up.
"Stay in the shadows." He interrupted again.
"Don't talk to strangers!"
"Hai Sensei!" They responded slightly annoyed.
"Everyone is a stranger!"
"Hai Sensei." They responded slightly more annoyed.
They started to take off.
"And be sure to go before you leave!" Splinter added, causing them to freeze up again. "The restrooms up there are filthy!"
Splinter exhaled in resignation.
"Be careful, and good luck."
The turtles then finally made it to the exit and out of the lair.
"And look both ways before crossing the street!" Splinter called out.
After a while, the four made their way to a manhole cover. Leo slowly lifted it out of the way. Once fully moved, he peered out to make sure it was safe to go up.
"Hurry up, Leo." Mikey called up. "I don't want to stare at your shell any more than I have to."
Leo just rolled his eyes and climbed out. The others followed after. Once up top, they looked around and marveled at the world above.
"This place is incredible," Mikey let out, looking at the buildings in astonishment.
"And just think of what could be waiting for us up here," Leo commented, peeking down each alleyway as he walked past. "There could be an adventure around every corner."
He looked down one alleyway, seeing nothing but trash, graffiti, and some homeless guy sleeping on the ground with a newspaper draped over him.
"Well… maybe not this one. But there could be."
As they continued walking, Donnie came to a stop, seeing a nearby electronics shop.
"Wow," he let out.. "Look at all the computers. Wait, is that a next-gen X-23 handheld processor with quantum encryption?"
"I don't know, Donatello?" Raph responded in a cynical tone. "Is it?"
Donnie turned back to take a closer look.
Raph rolled his eyes in response before a commotion rang out from inside the building next door.
"Someone's coming," Mikey realized.
"Quick to the alley!" Leo directed.
The four bolted into the alley. Just as they finally got out of sight, a man carrying a pizza shouting at someone inside the store.
"Come on man," the pizza guy pleaded. "I drove for an hour to find this place."
"I ain't paying for late pizza!" Someone from inside the store shouted.
Frustrated, the man threw the pizza in a nearby trash can, then got in his car and drove off. Once he was gone, the four turtles emerged from the alley.
"That was close," Donnie exclaimed.
"We're too exposed out here," Leo noted, turning up to the rooftop. "Come on, let's move."
Leo, Donnie, and Raph bolted back into the alley, making their way up to the roof. Mikey, however, stayed behind and grabbed the pizza box the guy threw away. Once the turtles made it to the roof, they were quick to notice that Michelangelo was missing.
"Where's Mikey?" Leo questioned.
Just as he asked that, their brother joined them on the roof carrying a pizza box in his hands.
"Where were you?" Leo asked.
"What are you holding?" Donnie inquired as well.
"It's something that guy threw out," Mikey answered. "I think it's called 'Pi-pizza."
"You shouldn't be messing with that stuff," Leo insisted. "It could be dangerous."
"I don't see what the big deal is."
Mikey then proceeded to open the box, revealing a pepperoni pizza inside. The four turtles looked at it in amazement.
"What is it?" Leo asked.
"I think it's… food," Donnie answered with the slightest uncertainty.
"Don't look like any food I've ever seen," Raph commented.
"Maybe we should try it," Mikey suggested.
"Thanks for volunteering."
"No prob," Mikey replied, before realizing what was happening. "Hey, why am I eating it? Why don't one of you guys?"
"Cause you're the one who brought it here."
"So I'm the guinea pig? Er, turtle?"
"Yeah, pretty much," Leo remarked.
Mikey let out a sigh of resignation.
"Fine, but if this stuff kills me, I am so haunting you guys."
Mikey picked up a slice and slowly raised it to his mouth.. Then, he took a tiny bite out of it. The second the bite hit his tongue, his mind exploded. Or at least that's what it felt like. The flavor of the pizza was beyond comparison. He quickly scarfed down the rest of the pizza, belching happily as he finished. His trance was only broken by the sight of his brothers in a confused state.
"Uh… yuck. You guys won't like it. I'll take the rest."
"Hey!" Leo interjected, reaching for the pizza.
"No way!" Donnie responded.
"Back off!" Raph demanded.
They all quickly dove at the pizza, each of them grabbing a slice and chowing down until there was nothing left. Their faces all lit up in delight.
"Amazing!" Leo commented.
"Incredible!" Donnie marveled.
"I never thought there'd be anything better than worms and algae, but this is amazing!" Raph added, scarfing down a slice.
"I love it up here!" Mikey shouted.
Meanwhile, not too far away, two women were out for a walk in the city. One of them, a young woman in her late 20's with red hair, was just finishing up a phone call she'd suddenly received from her father.
"Alright," She conversed. "Gotta go dad. Love ya. Bye."
"It sounds like your dad's pretty happy for you, April," The other girl, Irma, noted as she hung up the phone.
"Yeah," April responded, putting up the phone. "Though I can't help but think he wishes I got into the family business."
"The store or the science?"
"Well you can't blame him for wanting to spend more time with you." Irma responded.
"Like living in the same building isn't enough?"
"Fair point, but still."
"I 's always pushed for us to work together since Mom died. And I love him for it. It's just a little overbearing and I…"
Before she could finish that sentence, the sound of breaking glass rang out from an alley way from across the street.
"You what?" Irma asked.
April just ignored her before bolting across the street, leaving Irma in the dust.
"April!" Irma called out. "Where ya going?"
"There might be a story over there!" April called back. "Can't pass this up."
"Um…" Irma replied just standing there. "OK! See ya tomorrow!"
The turtles were having the time of their lives, racing across the rooftops and leaping from building to building. It was an exhilarating experience for all of them. After being stuck in the sewers all their lives, to have this mobility, this freedom, it was the greatest feeling they ever had. Mikey leaped off one rooftop, doing a triple flip through the air, then making a perfect landing on the ground.
"Ha! Top that bros!" Mikey called back.
"You're on!" Don called back, running towards the edge.
He pulled out his staff and used it to vault over the gap between buildings, sliding on the rooftop as he landed. With one more quick spin of the staff, he holstered his weapon.
"How's that?" Donnie asked, high threeing his brother.
Leo smirked, moving back for a head start and running forward, leaping onto his hands and springing back to his feet repeatedly before finally springing off and sailing through the air.
Leo then followed suit, jumping off the roof, flipping as he went. He then landed on the roof on his hands, then flips off onto his feet, throwing his hands in the air. The two turtles applauded their brother's feat.
"Not bad," Mikey complimented.
"Very well executed," Donnie agreed.
"Thanks boys," Leo responded graciously before calling back to Raphael. "Whatcha got, Raph?!"
"Just watch!" Raph called back before going to the other side of the roof to get a running start.
Once he was far back enough, he bolted forward. As he reached the edge of the roof, he jumped off and plunged into his brother's shoulder first. Before the others could react, he plowed into them, forcing them all to the ground.
"What was that?" Leo asked, picking himself up.
"Yeah!" Donnie agreed. "You didn't do any flips or anything."
"So?" Raph asked, standing up.
Before any of the other turtles could answer, the sound of breaking glass rang out. On impulse, the turtles looked over the ledge. Down on the streets below, a group of eight street punks were breaking into a store.
"Looks like a couple of late shoppers," Raph observed before he pulled out his sai. "What do you say we test out how well these weapons really work?"
"Sweet," Mikey remarked, pulling out one of his nunchaku.
"Hold it guys," Leo said before anyone could do anything. "Master Splinter told us to stay away from people. And bathrooms."
"Thought you wanted to be a hero," Raph recalled. "Since when do heroes sit on the sidelines while the bad guys get away."
"well…," Leo spoke before relenting. "Alright, fine. But we have to be smart about this."
"Whatever we do, we better do it soon," Donnie advised.
"What do you mean, Don?" Leo asked.
Donnie pointed down to the alley, where April was ducking behind some trash cans pulling out her phone.
"What the shell is she doing?" Raph exclaimed.
"I don't know," Leo remarked. "But we gotta move. Now."
Down below, April was making sure to stay out of sight so she could get good footage of the robbery without being seen by the crooks.
"That's it boys. Keep on thieving," April remarked to herself as the crooks made their way out of the store.
"Easiest score we ever made." One of the punks said in enjoyment.
"Yeah. Did you see that guy squirm?" One guy asked, chuckling.
"Shut it!" another one of them, presumably the leader, ordered. "Come on. The boss is waiting for us."
"The boss?" April asked, leaning forward to get a little closer.
Unfortunately, she leaned over a bit too far and knocked over one of the trash can she was hiding behind. The crooks turned around to see her crouched over, a phone in hand.
"Well what do we have here?" the leader asked, pulling out a staff. "Someone snooping around where she doesn't belong?"
"Let's teach her a lesson." A punk with a purple Mohawk and 80's visor goggles suggested, pulling out a chain.
They all started to walk over to her, cracking their knuckles and preparing their weapons. Before they could get close enough to hurt her, something sailed through the air, hitting a nearby light in the alley way, drowning the area in darkness.
"Didn't your mothers tell you it's not nice to pick on girls?" a voice rang out.
The punks and April turned to see the turtles, cloaked in shadow standing in a line at the back of the alley.
"Maybe it's you that needs to be taught a lesson," Leonardo finished pulling out one of his swords.
The other turtles followed suit at the sight of the punks walking towards them.
"Who the hell are these guys?"
"And what's with the dweeby costumes?"
"You're going down freaks," The leader declared, twirling his staff. "No one messes with the Purple Dragons. Especially wearing stupid turtle costumes."
With that, the four jumped into the air, crying out. The Purple Dragons look up in terror as the turtles descended on them. Leonardo struck one of them with the hilt of his sword as he landed. He then turned towards a second one who was coming at him with a pipe in hand. Leo clashed his sword against it repeatedly before slicing clean through it, allowing him to kick the thug in the chest, knocking him into some trash.
While that was going on, Donatello landed in front of another thug and struck him in the stomach with his staff before spinning around and striking him on the back of the head, knocking him to the ground. Donnie then caught sight of a thug approaching out of the corner of his eye, prompting him to jab his staff backwards so it would strike him in the gut, knocking him out.
Two dragons came charging at Raph, much to his delight. He quickly dodged one dragon and hit him on the head with the blunt end of his lone sai. The dragon dropped to the ground as the second one approached, prompting Raph to leap over him. He then tossed his sai at the dragons hand, pinning him to the he could pull himself free, Raph ran towards them and struck him in the stomach, knocking him out cold. Raph then just pulled out his sai, letting the goon fall to the ground.
"I'm liking these sai more and more." Raph said, giving it a spin.
One other Purple Dragon dressed in a yellow shirt, brown vest and matching pants, came towards Mikey. As the Purple Dragon swung at him, Mikey jumped out of the way. Once Mikey landed, he spun his chucks around and continually struck the dragon across the face. Once Mikey stopped spinning his weapon, the punk was so disoriented that just one breath of air from Mikey caused him to fall to the ground unconscious.
April meanwhile had ducked behind some stray boxes nearby, trying to make out what was going on. As she looked around, she caught sight of something on the ground, near the downed light, Raphael's other sai. Curious, she reached her hand out and tried to grab it, but was interrupted when a dragon came flying in her direction, causing her to duck out of the way. Once she was clear again, she looked back to where the sai was, only to see that it was gone, much to her confusion.
"What are these freaks?" one Purple Dragon asked, back to back with the leader.
"Doesn't matter," the leader retorted, drawing a knife. "Even freaks bleed."
The leader then charged at Raph, taking a swing with his staff. Raph caught it with his sai and snapped it, much to the leader's shock. He tried stabbing him with his knife, but Mikey's nunchaku knocked it out of his hand before a staff to the chest knocked him to the ground. He was about to get up when he saw Leo's sword pointing at his face.
"Yes, we can bleed," Leo answered. "And so will you if you don't beat it. Now!"
The leader then clambered to his feet and bolted. The rest of the Purple Dragons followed suit.
"Yeah, beat it ya punks!" Mikey called out as he joined up with his other brothers.
"Come on. Let's book."
With that, the four turtles made their way up a nearby fire escape, complimenting themselves along the way. Unbeknownst to them, April pulled herself out of her hiding place, looking up to try and catch a glimpse of the four 'people' who saved her.
"What are you guys?" she asked, following them up the fire escape.
"We were awesome!" Leo said, coming up onto the roof.
"Badical!" Mikey added, joining him.
"Wicked!" Raph continued.
"Bossa nova!" Donnie exclaimed, coming onto the roof as well.
This caused all the turtles to stop before slowly turning to him.
"Bossa nova?" Mikey asked. "Really Donnie?"
"Chevy nova?" Donnie suggested while shrugging.
The turtles just shook their heads, causing Donnie to sigh.
"Excellent?" Donnie suggested in annoyance.
That got the approval from the others, causing the cheering to resume.
"Did you see the look on that guy's face when Leo told him to scram?" Raph asked.
"Yeah, I thought he was gonna pee himself," Mikey commented.
"And not a soul to hear their cries," Donnie noted.
"Like shadow in the night," Leo began to brag. "We move completely unseen."
Just as the four high three'd, they saw a bright light go off near the fire escape.
"What was that?" Leo hissed, the four still frozen in high three mode
"It's a camera flash," Mikey answered slowly
"I know it's a camera flash, but where did it come from?"
On the fire escape, April dropped down, trying to take a look at the photograph she had just taken. She couldn't believe her eyes as the image showed what appeared to be four large turtles.
"What on earth…?" she started to ask.
Before she could finish, she felt something grab her by the shirt and pull her onto the roof. She landed hard, then regained her composure in time to see a giant turtle in a red mask standing over her.
"Hand. Over. The camera," he demanded through gritted teeth.
April's eyes were as big as dinner plates, her palms sweaty as the camera slid from her grasp, clattering to the ground. Her legs felt like jelly as her brain seemingly short circuited.
"I…" she tried to say.
Before she could utter another syllable, her eyes rolled back in her head and she crumbled to the ground unconscious. The four turtles stared at the now unconscious woman before Mikey swatted Raph on the arm.
"Nice going Raph."
"How was I supposed to know she'd pass out?" Raph argued.
"Well, threatening her like a corrupt cop isn't exactly an ideal strategy," Donnie snapped, snagging her fallen phone off the ground and pressing a few buttons.
"Eh you're just saying that 'cause you think she's cute Donnie."
"Do not!" Donnie said in his defense, then he got a good look at April and turned a bit red. "Well…"
April slowly stirred, regaining consciousness. She could sort of make out the voices of the four turtles, though they were slightly blurry and distant.
"Oh hey, she's coming around," Donnie observed. "Ma'am, I'd like to apologize for my brothers' abrasiveness."
"Yeah, no manners this one," Mikey commented before Raph smacked him upside the head.
"What… what are you?" she asked as she sat up, still a little dazed.
"Well Miss," Leo started. "We're ninjas."
"We're mutants," Raph added.
"Well, technically we're turtles." Donnie tried to correct.
"Oh, and we're teenagers," Mikey added on. "Don't know why I said that. Just thought I'd add that."
"Wait," she started, slowly getting up. "You're… Ninja… Mutant… Turtle… Teenagers?"
"Well when you put it like that it sounds ridiculous." Donnie commented while April reached for her phone, but couldn't find it.
"Looking for this?" she heard Raph ask as he snatched the phone from Donnie, approaching her.
"No, no, no." she pleaded, hesitantly reaching for her phone. "Please don't break it."
He just tossed it to her. She fumbled a bit, but managed to keep a hold on it.
"Relax." Leo reassured walking up to her. "We already erased the photo. But, I will ask that you do not say a word of this to anyone."
She looked up at him in a bit of fear.
"Because if you do, we will find you," Donnie added. "April O'Neil."
With that, Leo backed off and walked over to his brothers.
"Let's go guys," He ordered.
His brothers followed, except Raph who turned back to April.
"Remember, talk and we'll find you."
"Yeah," the orange one said, trying to sound intimidating. "We'll find you. O'Neil."
With that they walked off, until the orange one came running back.
"I'm sorry, that came across super creepy," he apologized. "We will find you though."
With that, he ran to catch up with his brothers, who had already made it clear to the next rooftop. April ran to the ledge in shock of what she had seen. She remembered that her phone was still in her hands and tried to take another picture. It was a bit fuzzy, but she got it. However, this still left a lot of questions. Who were these turtle creatures? Where did they come from? And why did they fight those Purple Dragons?
She thought she'd never know, but little did she know, she'd be seeing those turtles again. Real soon.
Later that night, in another part of town, a lone man stood in a traditional Japanese dojo, practicing with a sword. He felt at peace. Tranquil. Like nothing else existed, except him and the blade. This peace of mind was interrupted when the door was flung open. The man lowered the sword to see the Purple Dragon leader enter. With him was a large, muscular man in a sleeveless shirt, a dragon tattoo decorating his left arm and a tattoo of a dragon's foot on the other.
"Hun," The man greeted in annoyance. "I thought I gave orders not to be disturbed."
"My apologies Nakumo," Hun started. "But this one has something to confess to you."
He nudged the leader forward. Slowly the unfortunate punk walked toward Nakumo.
"The… the job tonight… It was a bust."
Nakumo raised an eyebrow in irritation.
"How is this possible?" Nakumo asked. "How could you screw up a simple smash and grab?"
"We were attacked…"
"Some punks in weird turtle costumes."
Nakumo paused for a moment, raising his sword to look at it.
"Look," the leader started to apologize. "I'm… I'm sorry."
"I know," Nakumo simply said.
In the blink of an eye, Nakumo thrusted his sword into the leader's chest. The punk let out a gargled scream, one that quickly cut off when Nakumo twisted the blade. Once he pulled it out, the leader fell to the floor, dead.
"Have someone come and clean that up on your way out," Nakumo ordered Hun.
"Right," Hun said before turning to leave, but he turned back to Nakumo. "What about these freaks? Should we tell… him?"
Nakumo hesitated for a minute, not sure what 'he' would do.
"No. This was just one instance. If these 'turtles' become a recurring annoyance, then we will take the proper steps to destroy them."