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The nightsky, a seemingly endless expansion of stars and planets and meteors. A perfect backdrop for such a lively city. The city that never sleeps; bustling streets filled with the kind of crazy that only the night life of New York can provide.
Tall buildings that reach for the nightsky. Of city lights that try and fail to replicate the beauty of the stars.
And with it, comes a set of hero's.
Vigilantes? Hero's? Even villans, though only the opposing side. The foot clan veiw them as such.
They are a mystery, a whispered conspiracy that only a handful know of. And even less actually believe in. And only a couple have seen them, talked to them.
The saviours of the world. The protectors of the innocent. The 'monsters' that come from the shadows. That fight with skills that come like instinct, fierce and terrifying.
Something that causes everyday criminals to literally and figuratively shit their pants.
Known yet unknown. They are mutant turtles. Teenagers that carry the world on their shoulders. Ninjas that fight with mercy and respect. They are the teenage mutant ninja turtles. Crime fighting, butt kicking badasses that don't get enough recognition. If even any at all.
A team made up of 4 individuals.
Leonardo; leo, nardo, Lee, leon. Their leader, he is the feet of the team. Keeping them upright, directing them to where they need to go.
Raphael; raph, ra ra, raphie. Their strongest fighter. The arms and fists of the team. The one to first connect with the enemy, to throw the first punch.
Donatello; Don, donnie, dee, tello. The smartest and the inventor. The head of the team, thinking always, ready with an invention to aid the team.
And lastly, Michelangelo; mikey, mike, Micheal, Angelo, Angie, angle. The friendliest, the kindest and funniest. A mutant filled with laughter and joy. He is the core, the heart of the team. Keeping the legs, arms and head together.
Together they work like a well oiled machine. Defeating enemies, solving problems and providing help to those in need.
A group who judge not on what you look like, but the personality and beliefs you carry as a person. The character and characteristics that make up that individual.
They, however do judge by how you act. Especially about how you act towards the members of the team.
Because where one goes, 3 more follow. And best believe violence is not tolerated in the slightest. And you better remember that the no-killing rule is something that can be broken, and has been before.
Cause while the team may follow a moral code of aim to not kill. The family within that does not.
Especially when the one in harms way is clothed in orange fabric that frams his freackled face. Especially when he is the youngest, the most childish and, most importantly the heart of the team. When one decides to hurt him, only the hurt mutant himself could hold back the dangerous wrath his brothers will attack with.
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universe 2012
Michelangelo Hamato flew across the buildings as if his shell was replaced by wings.
The wind whipped behind him as he jumped, roof top to roof top. A blinding grin splitting apart on his face.
His laugher seems to echo around him, bouncing of brick walls and back into the ears of himself and his brothers. Said big brothers were all running a few feet behind, none of them able to keep up with the speedy turtle.
Normally, such noise from their youngest would provoke comments and lectures. However, today all his brothers did was roll their eyes and secretly smile at the amounts of unmistakable joy radiating off their brother.
Michelangelo needed this, and so did his brothers. They had been moping around for about about 2 weeks now. The tension high and emotions unstable. The anniversary of their beloved father, master splinters death had come and passed. And every year when it comes it hurts them all.
But this time around, while the blue, purple and red themed brothers bounced back after about a week, their baby brother stayed mopey and sad. A Spectacle none of them enjoyed seeing.
So what did they do?
Well first off they decided that the day would be dedicated to the orange themed brother himself. Starting off with allowing him to sleep in. Cancelling traning, and surprising him with takeout pizza. Then they all took part in 4 hour tournament of Mario kart, plus other random video games.
And now, they speed across rooftops. Some free time to just be kids, all of them under the age of eighteen and it seems like that day was the first day in years that they seemed to rest, even if just for a bit. To just let their baby brother laugh, to see that blinding grin that brightens their day.
However, they should've known a day of peace and comfort would never be given to them.
That their turtle luck would do a u-turn and catch them all by surprise.
"WOOOOHOOOOO" the cry of happiness escaped the freackled turtles mouth as he flew across another large gap, eyes lit up with sparkle that has been previously missing.
He spun around, looking at his older brothers as they run, trying to catch him. But they always fail. He spread out his arms, crossing them behind his back as he continued on running, however slowing down his pace to allow his slow poke brothers to catch up.
"Ha! Wow you guys are slow, am I just too speedy for you guys. Slow as a turtle! Ha get it?" Mikey giggles at the end, face scrunching up in the adorable way it does when the laughter he tries to contain is to much, to hard for him to control.
"Ah, shut up ya bonehead, I'll break em legs of yours, see who's faster then? Huh squirt." Raph cackles, slapping his hand over mikeys head, rubbing ruffly in a way only siblings can do to eachother.
Mikey replies back with a smirk, before firing back another comment directed at raphs 'slowness'. Leo and Don simply choose to ignore the banter. Allowing the joy and peacefulness of the moment to wash over them. A feeling of tranquillity, as rare as that feeling is, takes a gentle hold of them all. Like the Japanese goddess Shinto Kami has blessed them all.
It's moments like these, full of laughter and gentle heatless teasing, is when something bad happens. Like a shadow that stretches to far, or a instinct in you that screams that something is dangerous. And the one to act on his instinct first, is none other then Michelangelo Hamato.
Raphael has fired another teasing remark at his brother, expecting one back. Yet was met with silence... when mikey is near and there is silence it is never a good sign.
He looked to his side, eyes widening a little bit to see that his brother wasn't with him. Actually, he was staring off into the nightsky. Standing near the edge of the building. Somehow he had moved from his spot of running next to raph, to have snuck past leo and donnie and had situated himself at the edge of the building. His expression numb and serious. Baby blues swivelling around the city landscape.
Don and leo, having stopped when raph stopped, turned to look at their baby brother. And the sight caused a sick feeling to swell in their gut.
"Mikey? Everything ok Ototo?" Leo calls, walking in stride to where mikey stands, the unusual sight of Michelangelo starring so intensely at the city's shadows calls upon his own instinct, as do the other 2 brothers.
"What do you see mike? What's wrong" leo whispers his question this time, voice tinting with worry as the leader allows his hands to gradually move to grab at the handles to his katantnas.
"Just.. thought I saw something dude, like we're being... watched" mikey whispered out, not taking his eyes away from the shadows he glares at.
Leo looks back to his other siblings, matching faces of dread mark their faces.
Over their life span together, the turtle brothers have learned to trust eachother, alot. And they all have learnt that mikeys intuition is the best of them all. He has had; visions where he can see things that will happen and have already. He can feel the emotion that a place has to offer. Sometimes he swears he can feel his brothers aura. Their ninpo, beautiful and fluid, bright and lifeful in a way the only he can see. Although he can't really feel other people's auras as better as he can his family, he still does. And like mentioned before, he feels places to.
And he knows, 100% that the aura that surrounds him and his brothers right now is down right the most evil and repulsive aura, ever.
"Hey.. bros could we please go home.. like um....
... now" mikey coughs out, turning his head the slightest bit to look at his brothers in the eye.
And when he does that, he sees the exact moment through the reflective surface of his brothers pupil.
The way all eyes; nature green, chestnut hazel and nightsky blue widen in shock, horror and dismay.
As.. as a clawed hand stretches out and rips him backwards.
Rips him away... away from where he stands..
From where he stands to close to the edge.
He feels himself begin to fall, panic surging through him the same way water surges down a river during a flood, Violent.
But ofcorse, Hands clutch onto him. Green and wrapped in worn out bandages. Not black and decaying.
His brothers eyes are still wide. Fearful and worried as they force him against their plastrons. Each hand running over his green skin almost obsessively.
Lots of thoughts race inside his head, clouding his mind. The shadow of unwanted touch lingers, like an illness that makes itself at home during the cold season of winter.
And even with his brothers all here. Hugging him tightly and comforting him. He can tell that... Whatever that was...
That other worldly grotesque creature.. and even if he only viewed the hand, he knows that it will haunt him in his nightmares forever.
And... now in his (still shaken up) mind, his instinct screams and wails.
DANGER DANGER DANGER
And.. he unfortunately comes to an early realisation..
That will most likey not be their last encounter with... whatever that was.
And as scared and terrified as mikey is, he knows he is safe.
Why? You may wonder,
Because he is currently surrounded by his older brothers. His Oi-chans, his Onīsan-tachi. They are here to protect him.
Because a Michelangelo is always safe in the arms of his brothers... always right?