- - Street Wise - -

Meeting The Punks

New York City.
The crown jewel of the United States of America.
Or so every New Yorker thought it was. Especially Swift. He loved this crime filled, shit ridden city and he'd imagine being no where else. He fit in. Him and his. . .different brothers. Yeah, they weren't your average teenage group of mutant turtles, no. They were-- misfits. Occasionally heroes but only for hire. It's called a hustle and they kept up with it very well.

Rebel was the bronze, not afraid of a damn thing in the world. Once, he broke some dude's spine just because the dude screamed in his ear. Gutsy, was the word for him.

Now, Ghost wasn't as bad but certainly not better. He was quiet. The no word wonder of the streets. He shot with accuracy and shot to kill. No hesitation, no breath wasted. Ever. He was certainly the brains but his brothers didn't care too much about that. Neither did he so--

But as bad as they were, they loved and took care of each other. Especially, M.C. He carried the family like glue. He was wild, reckless but also very, v e r y up to taking on his brothers' problems. He loved a good brawl but not before a good party. Animal.

They all were animals. The dogs that eat all other dogs that stand on their way. They ran this city from the ground up. They were feared, just the way they liked. The city always kept quiet about their mutant royals but they were lucky and very cursed to have them. I guess you could say they had a love-hate relationship with their fellow New Yorkers. But the only problem behind that was because the people never knew if their turtle neighbors were terrorists or heroes. And the boys fluctuated between the two often. There was no in-between.

One day, they save the city from alien attacks.

The next, they're holding up a bank just for fun.

They were the meaning of the word fear. Each brother representing a letter.

Swift carrying f which meant, fall and bow or fall and die by the hands of your fucking king.

Rebel carrying e which meant, get eaten or move out of the way of this executioner.

Ghost carrying a which meant be careful when he appears because he's always in the mood for annihilation.

And M.C. carrying r which either meant raid or rave. Be careful which mood he's in or he'll choose raid.

These brothers' reign upon the city of New York was unstoppable. Not even the criminals could get in their way. Once, the mayor tried sending S.W.A.T units down into the sewer where these turtles dwelled to rid of them and stop their destruction before they decided on it and that ended badly for Mr. Mayor. The brothers dropped the severed heads and limbs of the units he set right onto his office floor and left a message.

Try and you die.

So, that was that. From that day forward, the Mayor has been coming up with a plan to bring this misfits down for once and for all.

Hopefully, he prevailed or else.