Its been over 6 weeks since Michelangelo has been missing. His brothers soon realized how quiet its been without their baby brother. So quiet it was like a heart that no longer beat. They missed the light that filled the darkness. They never stopped searching, Splinter stays in his dojo and meditates most the time, the turtles started losing hope and were slacking off. Though they were slacking off they all did their own things to try and keep their minds off their missing brother. Raphael usually talks to spike and punches his punching bag, sometimes getting new holes in it that Donatello has to fix. Donatello on the other hand is always working on something new in his lab, never getting any sleep. Leonardo usually meditates with or without Splinter, he never watches space heroes, not anymore anyways, not like he used to. Most the time Leonardo is training extra when he's not meditating.
Today was another day of searching. Everybody felt hopeless, though no matter how they felt they weren't going to give up. Today is a new day; another chance.
The three went topside, making their way onto the roofs from tall to short buildings. They ran onto the same rooftops they always did. Some nights they fought goons that roamed the streets, such as the purple dragons, the foot-clan, and even a new nemesis called the Krang. The Krang were a surprise to the three heroes, they've never seen anything so abnormal. Luckily this night there were no signs of any criminals or street goons, or so they thought.
Everything was going smoothly, the sky was clear tonight and the stars shinned brighter than ever. It felt like a sign to Leonardo, he felt tonight was going to be different. Though Donatello just had to disagree and made everything about science. Raphael however was quiet, he never spoke, not once. This made the other two a bit freaked out, usually Raphael was yelling or calling his brothers names.
"Raph are you okay? You've been awfully quiet." Leonardo asked, expecting him to give a nod but instead was surprised when Raphael actually spoke when he hasn't for over two hours. "Do you see that?" Leonardo looked around, not seeing what Raphael was talking about. "What are you talking about?" "Over there, wait- look!" This time both Leonardo and Donatello looked at where Raphael pointed his finger. It was a large, tall shadowed figure, they couldn't figure out who or what it was though. "Is that a tail?" Donatello asked using his binoculars that he pulled out his brown duffel bag. "Wait guys, I think that is some type of mutant, we're going to need a closer look." Donatello continued. The other two nodded and followed Donatello towards the creature.
The creature wasn't alone. The turtles soon realized this the closer they got. The turtles laid low, hiding behind an air unite, following Leonardo's commands. The three heard two voices speaking. Raphael immediately froze, his brothers realized this and soon understood why. It was the voice of their missing little brother. They had finally found him! After six long weeks of searching and he was out with another creature. The energy Michelangelo's brothers gave to find him and yet Michelangelo was out and about, safe and sound, not bothering to go home to his 'family'.
Leonardo gave a sign to stay quiet and hidden. They couldn't risk losing their little brother again. They couldn't risk Michelangelo being harmed by the creature who could be holding him captive. The three made a final decision and it was to listen in on their conversation.
Even though they were only listening it didn't mean they couldn't take a sneak peak. Raphael turned his head around the side of the air unite, getting a first glance at the mutant and his baby brother. Or so he thought. The turtle before his eyes sounded exactly like his baby brother, yet had a different appearance. Instead of having his bright orange mask that defined his personality, he had a black mask that was as dark as the sky. Rather than having his orange handled nun-chucks that defined his skill, he had a bow with baby blue tipped arrows that matched his eyes. The black-masked turtle was a few inches taller and buffer than what Raphael's baby brother was. In fact the black-masked turtle had more muscle on him than Raphael. If the two were to have a arm wrestle, Raphael would most definitely lose. Raphael turned back around, his head to the back of the air unite. Raphael was processing what he thought was his baby brothers appearance now thinking differently about who he is. Though he was processing this new information the other two were full on listening to the mutants conversation.
"This is the worst patrol ever, I can't believe we had to fill in for Karai while she gets to go on a mission." The black-masked turtle complained, as he heavily sat down, pouting like a child. "Hmm I do have to agree with you Midnight, it is way too quiet tonight." The other mutant spoke, standing on their four legs, keeping lookout for a certain somebody or something. Midnight hung his legs over the roof, wailing them up and down. "Nigtorra? Are you okay? You seem a bit stiff." Midnight questioned, looking at his four legged friend who seemed to sense something. "Midnight be quarry, I feel we are being watched." Midnight immediately stood up into a ready position. Both Midnight and Nigtorra searched the roofs and alleyways, looking for any sign of danger. Midnight had his bow drawn, while Nigtorra was ready to bite the neck of their victim.
"I must say you are better than you look." Midnight and Nigtorra spun towards the voice faster than the flash could run around the world. Midnight was annoyed by the person the voice belonged to. "Of course, hello Azrael." Midnight spoke, his voice was filled with hatred and venom. Midnight never put his bow down in fact he had an arrow ready to shoot. Azrael only smiled before putting his index and middle finger to his mouth, blowing out a whistle. A bunch of goons came from the shadows, holding many different types of weapons. Some weapons consisted of bats, chains, knives, and even swords. Midnight growled at this. "Azrael call off your men and everyone survives and goes home happy tonight." However Azrael did not follow but rather grinned and took out a a sharp bladed crow bar that was a gray in color. "I think we'd much rather enjoy taking your lives." Midnight didn't say anything but fired an arrow to the skull of one of Azrael's men. "So be it, guess we'll see what breaks first, your spirit or skull." Azrael was ticked, he was the one who was supposed to fire a first shot, now his moment was ruined.
The goons bombarded Midnight and Nigtorra. This gave the three turtles a chance to leave. unfortunately for the three turtles one of Azrael's men spotted them trying to flee. "Boss! We got some escapees!" Azrael and Midnight both looked over at the mutants. Midnight tensed up a bit, Azrael noticed this and smirked. "Off with their heads!" The goon smirked and called his friends to help him out. Leonardo tried giving an order to flee while they could, but Raphael's stubbornness wouldn't allow him to run from a fight. Hence saying so Raphael took his sai's out, ready to knock some goons out. Leonardo and Donatello couldn't leave their brother behind, not again. The two also took their weapons out, getting into a ready position.
Now both teams of heroes and 'villains' were fighting together to stop an enemy of the other, how ironic.
The fight went on for sometime. Midnight was firing as many shots as he could before he ran out of arrows. He never missed a shot, some were clean head-shots that made the heroes disappointed and disgusted, others were to the chest or different body parts. Once Midnight ran out of arrows he pulled out his black laced katana from on his back, ready to cleanly slice the heads of his enemies. Eventually his katana was soaked in blood, Midnight never hesitated to take a life, especially from the people who worked with Azrael.
Azrael was losing his men. Midnight and Nigtorra were taking their lives very rapidly, of course they left some serious damages that would need stitches on Midnight. Azrael knew his men needed regrouping and more training before he could take Midnight's head. Azrael hated what he was going to do but he had no other choice, he called his men back and retreated. "Til next time Midnight." Azrael said, saluting to Midnight in a jokingly manner as he and his men left.
Midnight was left with some wounds that would need treating, most of them were on his arms and shell. He had a deep cut in his left arm that hurt when he moved it. Midnight hated the idea of getting stitches, he never really enjoyed them and would always rip them out when he was younger. Nigtorra noticed her friends wounds and offered to give him a lift back to Shredders. Though the two were stopped by the angry turtles.
"Want to explain what just happened?!" Raphael yelled and shoved Midnight back, hitting his left arm. Midnight hissed in pain and held his arm, not touching his wound. Nigtorra stepped forward, covering Midnight and growled at the red-masked turtle. "Raph stop!" Donatello cried out as he held his angry brother back, trying to prevent him from getting himself killed. "I would listen to purple if I were you." Raphael growled in anger, flames filling his eyes. Unfortunately Donatello wasn't strong enough and Raphael escaped his grip, charging towards Midnight with his sai's. Though Raphael was unable to reach him as Nigtorra took the stab to her tail. She yelped in pain but growled in anger, she was not going to let him hurt Midnight, it was her duty to protect him at all costs. Nigtorra opened her mouth wide and took a snap.
All that was heard was a scream of pain and cry for help.
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A/N
Back with another chapter in the same day! I'm on a roll today :))
Word count: 1738
Date: 09/24/22