New York City, 1998...
Two dark figures darted across the City rooftops, each one completely shrouded in shadow as they leaped and dashed through the night sky, clothing rippling whilst they seemingly flew throughout the buildings with utter ease.
"Where are they, Alopex?"The figure at the front crashed down onto one of the rooftops and stood to his full height revealing the silver armour of the Shredder. A figure wearing a tattered cowl and brow rags crouched close to the ground, revealing a furry nose protruding from beneath his hood. She sniffed several times before standing back up and sniffing again into the air, this time much more frantically.
"I don't know, Master." Alopex said before kneeling to the ground and lowering his head. "The scent's gone." She closed her eyes, bracing herself for pain at their failure... however after a few seconds of nothing but waiting she opened her eyes to see her dark master looking over the lit City below, the Shredder's red cape flapping behind him in the wind.
"Damn you, Yoshi..."The Shredder mumbled beneath his helmet, eyes staring straight forward into the night. "Damn you."
There was a time that the Shredder would have made his anger and rage much more apparent... this was not that time. Years of experience had shown Oroku Saki the benefit of hiding his emotions from the people around him. Keeping them bottled up aided in his fighting... in improving his strength. He formed his hands, covered with blades, into fists... and cursed the day he'd ever encountered Hamato Yoshi.
He could not have known that hiding directly below him on the building's fire escape, a grotesque, thin rat creature stood within the shadows, cradling four baby turtles in his arms. He heard the Shredder's words... and shivered.
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17 Years Later...
Raphael's snores were some of the loudest noises that Michaelangelo had ever heard. If he had to compare them to something it would probably be similar to a mountain of whoopie cushions going off like a machine gun.
And that noise was something Michaelangelo had a lot of experience with. He was 17 years old, 13 seconds younger then Donatello making him the youngest of all his brothers... and also the most immature.
Case in point. Michaelangelo stood up by his snoring brother's bed and dangled a sock directly over his brother's nose. Mikey had found it earlier that day and had planned this caper for what was LEFT of the day. It wasn't his best... far from it. But it was something. He chuckled to himself at the thought of what he was doing.
Leo had once claimed he had a death wish. He was probably right.
"That's right..." Mikey muttered. "You love it..."
His brother's eyes darted open and a quick gesture slapped the sock out of Mikey's hand.
"Ah, gross!" Raph snapped before jumping out of bed and landing on the cold, concrete floor, barefoot. He rubbed at his nose and blinked several times removing the sleep from his eyes. He regained his full, natural sight in time to see his brother running out the door. "MIKEY!!" He screamed before lunging after him. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" He yelled as he ran down the hallway of their home.
Donatello ignored the sounds of his brothers running around behind him. He stared at the crackling blue screen stood before him and continued typing on his keyboard.
"MIKEY!" Raph's voice caught Donnie by surprise, usually he wasn't up until halfway through the afternoon. He glanced over his computer chair to see Raph tackling Mikey to the ground and began giving his brother a noogie on his bald, green head.
"GAH! DUDE! STOP IT!" Mikey yelled, half laughing, half crying as he felt his brain going into meltdown. Raph grinned to himself as he continued rubbing his knuckles against Mikey's skull. Donnie shrugged before turning back to his computer and continuing to type to his friends on the Internet.
"Doofuses..." He mumbled upon hearing the sounds of Mikey breaking out of his brother's hold and reversing the noogie upon Raph. Donnie had set up his computer room in the middle of their lair in the sewers beneath New York City, he'd needed the area for the space... but it had eventually dawned on him that any of his brothers could walk by and interrupt whatever he was doing at any moment.
"Yeah! Don't like THAT do ya?!" Mikey yelled right before Raph flipped him over his shoulder and into the sewer wall.
"I don't know, Mikey." Raph grinned and cracked his knuckles. Both of his fists had turned slightly red rather then their usual colour due to the noogie he'd forced upon his brother. "I think you're gonna hate THIS even more." Donnie sighed as he heard the sounds of the two screaming as they erupted into battle.
THUD!
Donnie's head jerked up. Silence filled the air... he turned around and saw his brothers looking completely confused at a pile of red and brown lying in the middle of the lair.
"What the shell?" Raph muttered before nudging the pile with his foot.
Leonardo sat cross legged in his room, eyes firmly shut and nothing but silence running through his mind. Meditation was one of the hardest skills he'd managed to learn... not due to any lack of effort on his part... more due to his surroundings... and brothers.
"LEO!"
Leonardo awakened from his meditation, his head darting around in confusion at the sudden calling of his name. He stood up quickly and picked up the only sharp object in the room... a pencil. "What the shell's going on?!" Leonardo yelled as he stepped through his bedroom door. He looked to his left... then to his right and spotted his brothers all crouched around a certain point in the room.
"What's going o-" Leonardo started to ask before stopping dead in his tracks. He stared at his brothers... he looked at their bodies... still as statues with the exception of them breathing. "Wha-"
Before Leo could even finish his question he realized what was wrong. He tapped Raphael in the back of the shell, with very little force. Raphael's body fell to the ground with a loud thud. Leo looked at his brothers, their eyes staring at him with a mixture of surprise and fear. Their bodies completely stiff and unmoving.
"Splinter..." Leonardo muttered before noticing a shadow moving to the corner of his eye. He turned towards the movement however as soon as he turned a flash of red and brown darted straight for him. Leonardo raised his arm to block the kick he knew was coming. He felt the weight of his Master's blow smash against his defense and took a step back before feeling his Master's tail whip around his leg and pull him down to the ground. He grunted as he fell down onto his shell. If it wasn't for his turtle shell he probably wouldn't be able to get up...
"Leonardo." The rat towered above his son, staff clutched in his claw as his eyes glared down at the boy. "The time has come. Prove yourself." He commanded. At first Leo didn't know what he was talking about. "Defeat me."
Leo gripped his weapon. A small pencil that wasn't even sharp and rolled back onto his feet.
"Okay, Master..." He said, a small grin spreading across his face. "...let's go."
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