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by Here it is, my not so long awaited TMNT Fanfic. I hope everyone enjoys it, and I'll be posting the second chapter a week from now.
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It was a starry night on the outskirts of New York. Distant storm clouds rolled by but threatened to sweep over the city. Down at street level, the usual late night crowds went about their business, no one aware what was going on beneath their feet.
Below the streets, in the sewers, three figures made their way unnoticed. Their purpose was unknown and their direction even more so. These figures were not human. These creatures were reptilian in nature. Standing anywhere between 5.5 and 6 foot, these reptiles were by no means average. As they ran, they would occasionally splash some of the water then gathered in the middle of the sewer pipe. Their dull footsteps echoed faintly through the tunnels.
They ran as if they were fleeing, looking over their shoulders every so often. There was an air of caution and fear about them. They appeared to be confused; something had happened to them recently, something they had not expected to happen ever. Not long ago, these creatures were nothing more than exhibits in a reptile centre. Their confusion came when they suddenly grew to their current states; they did not know how they came to be.
“Ah, Link?” Said a rather slow voice as its owner stopped dead.
“Yeah; Lennie?” Link replied.
“Why are we going this way?” Asked Lennie.
“Does he have to tell you every ten minutes?” Scolded a rather quick tongue.
“Quiet you two. Lennie, we’re moving into the city, proper, we can’t stay out here anymore. Sal, don’t tease Lennie,” Link said sternly as he shot him a glance, “Now, Sal, go scout ahead, I want to know how far we are from the Hudson.” Sal didn’t say a thing. He nodded and raced off ahead as fast as his slender legs could carry him; which, as it turns out, would put an Olympic runner to shame.
At street level, things were still a bit busy. The hour was late, and the storm clouds had moved closer, though they were now just dark threatening clouds as the storm had abated. A few cars were on the roads, but mostly the bright yellow taxis that often tore around the city and its suburbs. Nobody noticed that in the middle of the road a single manhole cover was wobbling slightly as it was being freed from its holdings. Below the cover; it was too dark to see what was pushing it from below. A pair of saurian eyes peered out at the world around. A forked purple tongue darted out into the air, tasting the air. The air tasted faintly of the Hudson not more than a mile away. A bright yellow taxi drove over the manhole. After it passed, the cover was shut firmly.
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TMNT: BROTHERS IN ARMS
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
It was a starry night on the outskirts of New York. Distant storm clouds rolled by but threatened to sweep over the city. Down at street level, the usual late night crowds went about their business, no one aware what was going on beneath their feet.
Below the streets, in the sewers, three figures made their way unnoticed. Their purpose was unknown and their direction even more so. These figures were not human. These creatures were reptilian in nature. Standing anywhere between 5.5 and 6 foot, these reptiles were by no means average. As they ran, they would occasionally splash some of the water then gathered in the middle of the sewer pipe. Their dull footsteps echoed faintly through the tunnels.
They ran as if they were fleeing, looking over their shoulders every so often. There was an air of caution and fear about them. They appeared to be confused; something had happened to them recently, something they had not expected to happen ever. Not long ago, these creatures were nothing more than exhibits in a reptile centre. Their confusion came when they suddenly grew to their current states; they did not know how they came to be.
“Ah, Link?” Said a rather slow voice as its owner stopped dead.
“Yeah; Lennie?” Link replied.
“Why are we going this way?” Asked Lennie.
“Does he have to tell you every ten minutes?” Scolded a rather quick tongue.
“Quiet you two. Lennie, we’re moving into the city, proper, we can’t stay out here anymore. Sal, don’t tease Lennie,” Link said sternly as he shot him a glance, “Now, Sal, go scout ahead, I want to know how far we are from the Hudson.” Sal didn’t say a thing. He nodded and raced off ahead as fast as his slender legs could carry him; which, as it turns out, would put an Olympic runner to shame.
At street level, things were still a bit busy. The hour was late, and the storm clouds had moved closer, though they were now just dark threatening clouds as the storm had abated. A few cars were on the roads, but mostly the bright yellow taxis that often tore around the city and its suburbs. Nobody noticed that in the middle of the road a single manhole cover was wobbling slightly as it was being freed from its holdings. Below the cover; it was too dark to see what was pushing it from below. A pair of saurian eyes peered out at the world around. A forked purple tongue darted out into the air, tasting the air. The air tasted faintly of the Hudson not more than a mile away. A bright yellow taxi drove over the manhole. After it passed, the cover was shut firmly.
Last edited by Kitai on Sat Jul 26, 2008 6:40 am; edited 3 times in total (Reason for editing : Little spelling error)
