Sun V. Moon

[The Stryker]

(WARNING: The following story features written blood and profanity, if you have a problem with that...you best leave now before it gets you too.)


“Man I hate being alone...” “Well you won’t be alone You can just hang at april’s if you want.” Ben hands Leo a bag and sighs alittle. “Yeah I know, but I don’t wanna intrude either.” “Well whatever, we have to do this for Splinter.” Ben follows Leo around the lair and looks around. “Well why can’t I go then?” “Because we don’t want to come back to this place swarmed by foot hangers on.”

“I guess thats a good enough reason.” Leo zips up his bag and holds it over his shoulder. “So you’re all set? “Yup.” “Good.” Leo opens the elevator door and looks at Ben. “I trust you, don’t get in too much trouble.” “Oh come on, you know me ” The doors close and Ben is left alone in the lair with nothing but silence.

Calypso Productions

In Association with Nayrb fiction present....

The Sun Vs. The Moon


Ben walks down the street wearing a hoodie, he puts his hands in his pockets when the breeze kicks up, He looks up at the moon and continues to walk towards April’s shop, He finally makes it there and walks in. Ben shivers and takes off his hood and gloves. “Man, It’s cold out there tonight.” “Well thats December weather.” “Shut up, I got cold blood...I think.” April hands Ben a key and yawns.

“Alright, I’m heading up to bed...this late night shift stuff is killing me. Remember to lock up before you leave or take the couch upstairs.” Ben nods and takes the key. “Catch ya later, wash your hair...you look horrible, worse than usual.” April flips Ben off playfully before heading upstairs.

Ben sits behind the counter and plays with a few loose quarters. “Wouldn’t anybody notice a giant turtle sitting in a antique shop at 2 in the morning?...Well I guess it wouldn’t be the weirdest thing in this part of town.” Ben leans back in his chair and pulls out a DS, he searches the back and then groans. “Damn Stylus fell out again.” Ben searches his pockets intently when the bell at the front door jingles.

A man wearing a long sleeve shirt with the Public Enemy logo walks into the shop, He looks around quickly before zeroing in on Ben, He walks up the counter and looks at Ben. “You guys got any kind of medical supplies?” “This is a antique shop.” “Look...you’re the only f*cking place open and I need some kind of damn band-aid...now can you help me?” “Ok ok....” Ben turns his chair around and begins searching through cabinets.

“So whats your name?” “Homicide...” “I hope thats a nickname.” “Well it is what it is.” “Alright, I hear you my nizzle...right?” Homicide looks at Ben weirdly as Ben hands him a case of band-aids with a smile. “Come on man, you’ve been living most your life in a gangsta’s paradise..right?” Homicide takes the band-aids and pushes Ben away. “Don’t mess with me...alright?” Homicide turns and walks towards the door. “Hey Aren’t you gonna pay for those?” “F*ck you man.” Homicide walks out of the door and Ben laughs slightly. “Wow...that was weird.”

Hours Later...

Ben turns the sign over to closed and walks out of the store, he locks it and shudders before putting his hands in his pockets. Ben walks down the street and stops when he hears someone calling for help from a nearby alley.

Ben runs towards the alley and peeks over into the alley. A man is on the ground being beaten down and thrown into the brick wall. Ben steps into the alley. “Hey! What’re you guys doing here?” Homicide looks up at Ben. “What the f*ck do you want?” Ben grabs Homicide’s arm and pushes him into the wall. “Stop it.” “Hey, that n*gga owes me money!” The man rubs the blood from his nose and runs away quickly.

“Oh, you’re gonna regret that one green man.” “Oh yeah?” Julius Smokes hits Ben in the back of the head with a aluminum bat and Ben collapses to the ground. “Yeah I would say so! Ha!” Smokes laughs and kicks Ben a couple of times. Homicide stops Smokes and smacks Ben. “You’ve just opened something here...and I’m gonna make a example out of you.”

Homicide reaches back and Smokes gives Homicide a small knife. Ben groans and tries to get up but Homicide kicks him in the head and then pins him down. Homicide takes the knife and cuts Ben’s forehead wide open. ‘Cide smiles sickly and begins to punch Ben on his cut again and again. Ben tries to fight back but can’t see much through the blood flooding his eyes.

“You son of a bitch, getting in my buisness...” Homicide rips off Ben’s bandana and looks at the blood stain across it. “Heh...I like it....” Ben punches Homicide and knocks him off. Ben tries to stand up but can barely summon the strength to his legs. Smokes smacks Ben with the bat again but this time behind his knee.

Homicide stands back up and ties Ben’s bandanna onto his own head. “Let this be a lesson...Don’t....F*ck with me.” ‘Cide turns and walks out of the alley, drying his hands on his jeans. Smokes follows and the two leave Ben in a pool of his own blood, slowly dying.

To Be Continued....?

[Masked Ninja]

Ben...! D:

Well, you have me hooked. Nice job with this! And long live the Takeover!

[Katie]

oooh. That's even more violent than I imagined it would be. Poooooor Ben.


Ok, I need to know what happens next!

[XERO]

HEY!

When did I become Denzel Washington in Training Day? :x

Oh, well... at least I'll get nominated for an Oscar for my gripping performance...:P

[Katie]

Ben, If we don't ALL get one after Stryker's wonderful dramas, I'll be shocked!

[The Stryker]

Ben opens his eyes and groans, He reaches up and winces in pain as his whole body is aching. Ben looks around as he is now inside. “Where?” Casey Jones steps into the living room and shakes his head. “Hey man, you’re awake.” “Casey? How’d I get here?” Ben touches his head and touches a big ace band-aid. “Well I was out and about...doing my usual all around check of April’s shop when I found you half-dead What happened?”

“Nothing...” “Nothing? Well that nothing left a big scar on your thick green head.” “Casey, trust me. I just need to let this go.” “Alright alright, whatever you say, but if you want someone to talk to...you know where to head.” Ben slowly stands up and almost falls over. “Yeah...I’m gonna get out of here.” Ben climbs out of Casey’s window and out onto the fire escape. “Take it easy ”

Later...

Ben turns on the lights in the lair and walks past all the rooms, turning on every single light before stepping into his room. Ben looks in the mirror and groans. “Sh*t.” Ben examines his black eye and winces slightly, He looks at the band-aid on his forehead and is about to take it off but stops. “I hate being alone.” Ben turns off the light and falls onto his bed.

A loud sound wakes Ben up after a few minutes of sleeping, He gets up and walks towards the source of the sound. “Crap..alarm, it’s probably another rat.” Ben stops in his tracks when Homicide steps in front of him. “Hello.” Ben backs up and grabs his Naginata and swings it at Homicide, ‘Cide holds up his arm and Ben slices his entire forearm wide open.

Ben backs up as Homicide looks at his horribly ripped-open forearm and laughs. “Not good enough pendejo.” Homicide pulls out a gun and shoots Ben in the head. Ben screams and wakes up in a cold sweat, He holds his head in his hands and sighs. “I don’t break a sweat against Shredder but some street thug gives me nightmares...whats wrong with me?” Ben gets out of his bed and slowly makes his way into Don’s room. “I’m sure he won’t mind.”

Ben turns on Donnie’s computer and begins searching through the internet for any kind of information, finally he hits on the police records and pulls up a bio. “Homicide, Also known as Notorious 187...Imprisoned at the age of 17 and released at 27. He has since then formed a gang known as The Rottweilers with members: Julius Smokes, Low-ki, Ricky Reyes and Rocky Romero. His current location is unknown but is suspected to be in the downtown area of Brooklyn new york.” Ben turns off the computer and breathes in deeply. “If I’m ever gonna get over this...I have to find this guy.”

Downtown Brooklyn, The next night.

Homicide lands a punch on a guy who falls back and kicks him in the gut. ‘Cide falls back and then grabs a glass bottle laying on the floor, He swings and smashes it over the head of the blonde man, smashing the glass into his flesh. “You had enough Corino? Huh? You ****ed with the wrong guy for the last damn time ” Homicide kicks Corino again and again before Smokes and Reyes step out of the shadows with a jug of gasoline in tow.

Corino slowly gets on his knees and smiles. “You’re never gonna be able to do this you know.” “F*ck you ” Homicide smacks Corino and then takes the jug of gas, he twists open the cap and chops Corino in the throat. Homicide is about to pour the gasoline down Corino’s throat when Ben jumps in and tackles ‘Cide. Ben punches ‘Cide again and again before he is kicked off and away. Corino laughs and runs away quickly. “You never believe me you little spic..but it’s true.” Corino salutes Homicide and runs off.

“No Oh...you little piece of sh*t, How dare you f*ck with my business? ” Ben jumps up and kicks Homicide in the head, sending him tumbling back into a dumpster. Reyes grabs Ben from behind but is met with elbows to the head. Ben kicks Smokes in the gut and then kicks him down the rest of the way. Homicide looks at Ben and twists the cap back onto the gasoline jug. Ben grabs Homicide by the back of his shirt and pulls him up. ‘Cide whacks Ben with the jug and then smacks him with it again.

“Alright turtle, I gave you a damn good warning and you still didn’t listen! Now I’m gonna have to kill you.” Homicide takes Ben’s bandana out of his pocket and wraps it around Ben’s neck. ‘Cide smiles and pulls back, watching Ben flail around, trying to rip the bandana or get away. “Scream...oh thats right, Yah can’t!” Homicide lets go of the bandana and lets Ben fall face first into the pavement. ‘Cide walks over to the gas jug and picks it up. “Here we gooo!” Homicide shakes the jug violently before twisting open the cap and walking back to Ben.

“You’re not Corino, but it’ll do!” Smokes grabs Ben’s head and holds it up while Homicide turns the jug over. “Bottoms Up!” Smokes holds Ben’s mouth open and some of the Gas pours into his mouth and down his throat. Smokes lets go of Ben and wipes his fingers quickly, Homicide throws the jug to the side and watches as Ben sticks his finger down his own throat.

“Heh..Somehow I feel this isn’t enough!” Homicide kicks Ben with the tip of his shoe right in the cut from the other night, ‘Cide rips off the band-aid and takes out a razor blade. “Tell me if it hurts!” Ben tries to fight back but can’t from the shock of the whole situation. Homicide takes the blade and digs it deep inside Ben’s scar, re-opening it.

Casey’s Apartment.

Casey stands at the oven making jiffy pop when he hears one of his windows being broken followed by a loud thud. Casey quickly runs over to the living where he see’s Ben on the floor with blood flowing from his head. “Ok......We need to talk.”

To Be Continued..

[XERO]

Damn... I'm getting my shell kicked more than that guy from RoboCop.

This is pure greatness, KS. I'm anticipating the next chapter.

[Katie]

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh woah :o


That's some big time dangerous fighting there. Gee Ben...Hope you make it through this in one piece :|

[Sliced]

Pretty awsome story Stryker. Rated R, no doubts :lol:

Poor Ben, hope you will still be able to post here man, from the looks of things though, you might receive your Oscar at the nearest hospital. And you might never want to shave again :lol: Pretty scar you're gonna have there.

And I would be worried Katie and Masked Ninja if I were you, because I think you're next... Talk about a good friend, and talk about a violent Takeover...

[Masked Ninja]

*Mask takes the popcorn bowl and puts it over his head protectively* Cripes, what was I thinking when choosing co-conspirators??!

Owch, I can just feel the pain as Ben gets beat up. Nice work, Stryker - things are looking bad for our turtle in white. And yet... I still want to know what comes next, so bring it on.

[The Stryker]

“I don’t understand it, I’m supposed to be highly trained...able to handle myself in any kind of battle, Why can’t I take care of some simple street thug?” Casey sighs and throws a bloody tissue into the garbage. “No, Splinter trained you guys to handle The foot and random thugs that have little to no training, What you’re dealing with here is a fight.” “But I’ve been fighting practically my whole life ” “No, you haven’t...you and your brother have been battling against hordes of supernatural beings that even though they wanted to kill you..had a sense of honor. With this guy...you don’t have that.”

Ben shakes his head. “What are you talking about?” “This guy wants to torture you to the point that you will welcome death, Shredder and the others wanted to prove something to themselves by defeating you and your brothers in a straight up battle of skill.” Casey smirks and leans against a wall. “If you don’t start playing this guy’s game...you’re dead.” “Don’t tell me how to fight alright?” “Alright alright...no need to get angry.” “Well I’m just tired of people treating me like the lesser one around here...f*ck this, I’m gonna find him and kill the bastard where he stands.” Ben climbs out of Casey’s window as Casey watches. “Don’t get killed yourself...stupid.”

Downtown New York, Rottweiler turf.

“Stupid green b*tch, I say we find him and gut him.” Homicide leans against a wall and sighs. “We’ve already done enough, he’s probably wishing for death at this point and that serves him right.” Reyes nods and quickly picks up a knife. “So lets grant that wish man!” Homicide knocks the knife out of Reyes’ hand and looks out of a window.

“No no, we let him come to us...and by how this thing has been thinking lately...we won’t have to wait long.” Homicide puts up three fingers and then lowers one, and then the other one. Ben crashes into the Rottweiler base once Homicide lowers the last finger. “Lost your ninja way have you?” “F*ck you!” Ben throws a shuriken and pins Smokes to a wall by his hoodie.

Reyes goes to attack Ben but is caught in the face and stomach with swift kicks, Ben runs towards Homicide and jumps above him with Homicide takes a hard swing at him. Ben ricochets off of a wall and kicks ‘Cide in the back of the head, sending him sliding across the dirty floor. Ben grabs a rusty ladder from the corner of the room and throws it onto Homicide. Ben stomps Homicide again and again. ‘Cide grabs the ladder and pushes it up into Ben’s jaw.

Ben falls to the ground and holds his jaw in pain. “Ah! Glass jaw, figures!” Homicide drives the Ladder into Ben’s stomach and then swipes it hard across his face. Homicide sets the ladder up diagonally from a couch the floor and grabs Ben by his shell. Ben grabs ‘Cide and throws him into the ladder. The ladder bends and breaks when Homicide bounces off of it hard.

Ben stands back and breathes in deeply as Homicide writhes on the ground in pain. Ben punches ‘Cide in the face again and again before stopping and looking at his hands. “Oh god...what’s happening to me?” Homicide kicks Ben off and then hits him upside the head with a steel chair. “Stupid...” ‘Cide pulls Smokes off of the wall and gives him a pair of handcuffs. “String the bastard up.”

Smokes takes Ben’s arms and handcuffs them to the ladder. Reyes picks up the ladder with Smokes and they drag Ben over to a corner, where they wedge the ladder in pretty deep. Homicide kicks Ben again and again. Ben opens his eyes and spits blood at Homicide, ‘Cide wipes the blood and then spits back in Ben’s face.

“If you kill me, my brothers will rip you apart.” Smokes smiles and bitch-slaps Ben. “Well if they fight as good as you do..I don’t think we’ll have much trouble!” Homicide pats Ben’s head and rips off the band-aid again. “Lot of talk for a dead freak.” Homicide backs up and throws the steel chair into Ben’s face, busting open the cut once again. “You seem to have a lot of friends...friends that could get hurt because of all this.”

“What...are you getting at?” “Oh..I know that white girl you hang out with, whats her name?” “Don’t you dare..” “Who are you to order me around?” Homicide nods to Smokes and Ben takes a bat shot to the shins. “I do what I want, hear me?” Ben nods slightly. “Think about how it feels to know that you’re the reason one of your best white friends is about to die.” Homicide waves Smokes and Reyes off and they all walk out of the warehouse.

Ben struggles and yells in pain before he breaks the handcuff chains and falls to the ground. “Damn damn damn.” Ben takes out his Turtlecom and calls Casey. Casey picks up and looks at the video feed. “Damn..what happened to you?” “You should know by now! No time to chat...these guys are coming to kill April.” “What? Why?” “Because of me...we just need to stop them before they even get inside the building!” “Gotcha.” Casey hangs up and grabs his golf bag and mask.

Homicide hangs up his cell-phone and looks at Smokes who is driving the car. “Everything is in place.” “He’s already there?” “Yup, he’s alittle mad that he had to do a hit right after he got back from Japan...but he’s there.” Smokes laughs and bangs on the steering wheel. “That b*tch isn’t gonna know what hit her!” Homicide smirks and cleans the blood off of his knife. "Drive...he's waiting."

To Be Continued.....

[Katie]

eeep! April!

Oh my goodness this is a mess. What's next what's nexxxxt!!!!

[Masked Ninja]

The thing is, Ben could kill this guy, if not easily, and might have even succeeded this time had he not pulled up. It's a tough question - forsake your honor, or let this maniac live?

How far is he willing to go? Now that a friend is directly in trouble, at least he can go defend her. If he has enough strength.

Yikes, I agree with Katie... a mess.

[The Stryker]

Homicide finishes tying April to a chair and smirks. “Alright, you don’t have anyone to blame but that Turtle friend of yours.” “You’re crazy ” Smokes smacks April hard and laughs. “Now thats what I call a bitch sa-laaaaap ” Homicide looks out of the window and then looks up. “Casey Jones...whitey avenger.” Casey busts into the room and hits Reyes with a hockey stick.

Smokes tries to punch Casey but is met with a baseball to the face. Casey looks at Homicide and laughs. “Thats it? You’re the big bad Homicide?” Homicide nods and leans against a wall. “You’re just like those purple dragons This should be easy.” “It isn’t me you should be worried about.” “Huh?” Casey looks up and is caught with a swift hard kick to the throat. Casey is then taken down by a flurry of punches and kicks to the stomach. “Jones...This is Low-ki...you should’ve stayed in your damn farm house.”

Low-ki picks Casey up and throws him through a door into April’s bedroom. Smokes looks at the ground and picks up Casey’s mask, Smokes puts it on and laughs while Homicide looks up at the ceiling. “If the turtle gets too close, Kill the girl and the white boy.” Smokes nods and runs over to help Low-ki.

Homicide walks over to April and brushes her hair back. “Sit back and enjoy the show.” Homicide grabs a replacement window from a closet and stands by the main door into the upstairs apartment. Ben opens the door and busts in. “April ” Homicide smashes the window over Ben’s head. Ben drops down to all fours as Homicide continues to rain down punches. “This isn’t about them This is about you and me...you son of a bitch ” Homicide grabs Ben and throws him down the stairs. Ben tumbles down and crashes at the bottom, He slowly gets up and crawls into the antique shop. Homicide follows him and kicks him in the head.

Ben punches ‘Cide in the stomach and then punches him hard on the jaw knocking him back a few feet. Homicide grabs a folding chair and hits Ben on the head with it. Homicide steps back and then throws the chair into Ben’s face. “Make a joke now Huh? Come on Say some stupid sh*t now funny man ” Homicide pulls out a knife from his pocket and grabs Ben. Homicide digs the knife into Ben’s cut and opens it more and more. Ben screams in pain and then throws Homicide off.

Ben grabs ‘Cide’s knife and punches him again and again. Ben takes the knife and carves a nice deep cut in Homicide’s forehead. Ben steps back and throws the knife to the ground. Homicide gets up and looks down at his own blood falling to the floor. “You’re dead.” ‘Cide throws Ben into a glass display case hard. Homicide grabs a ladder from the corner of the room and laughs. ‘Cide uses the top of the ladder and drives it into Ben’s throat, He presses against Ben’s neck harder and harder cutting off the air supply.

Ben lifts both arms and then slams down the ladder, sending the other end seesawing into Homicide’s jaw. Ben runs at ‘Cide but ‘Cide catches him in mid-run and throws him into another display case. Homicide grabs the ladder and lays it down, ‘Cide puts Ben between the legs kicks him twice. Homicide grabs the folding chair and begins to hit Ben again and again with it. Homicide drops the chair and kicks Ben in the face. “I’m done with you..”

‘Cide drops everything and walks away, Ben slowly gets up and stands on his knees. “No...No...NO! Mother f*cker! You f*cked with the wrong damn person! You better f*cking kill me!” Homicide stops and looks back. “You must have a damn death wish son.” Ben tackles Homicide and begins to punch him again and again, Homicide turns Ben over and lands punch after punch. Ben kicks Homicide away and throws the folding chair at him.

Homicide gets hit with the chair and falls back. Ben runs at full speed and kicks him into a wall. Ben pins ‘Cide against a wall and punches violently. Ben throws Homicide into a table and approaches him slowly. Homicide kicks him in the stomach and slams the edge of the table into his throat. “Think just because you’re having a psycho freakout you’re gonna beat me? N*gga please!” ‘Cide uses the heel on his shoe to dig into Ben’s cut.

Ben pushes Homicide off and quickly stands up, Ben rushes at ‘Cide and turns around, driving his shell into Homicide’s chest. Ben kicks ‘Cide and then smacks him. Homicide rakes Ben’s eyes and kicks him in the shin. Homicide grabs Ben’s arm and twists it until it snaps. “Ah! F*ck!” Ben falls down holding his broken arm. Homicide smirks and laughs slightly, Ben looks up and spits blood in ‘Cide’s face. Homicide grabs a salt shaker and twists open the cap.

“F*ck you.” Homicide pours salt into Ben’s wide-open gash. Ben falls to the ground and frantically tries to get the salt out of his wound with one arm. Ben stops and finally passes out from Pain. ‘Cide shakes his head and takes the bandana from his pocket, he drops it on Ben’s chest and walks away. Smokes and Reyes walk into the room and a noose and a can of gasoline.

“You’re gonna go through with the plan?” ‘Cide looks back at Ben and shakes his head. “Nah..The b*tch has learned his lesson.”

The End

The devil only exists because of your belief in him, Same goes for that other guy, I believe the sun is simply reflecting the shine from the moon. Stealing its spotlight, they'll have a cockfight at noon.

To settle their differences, At midnight, rematch,
To stir up their similarities on turntables,
That chicken scratch proved to be unreadable,
The determining factor in who gets the pitch to control the tides,
No one decides a victor unless they give a fair listen to both the sides,
We're low-lives,
We go blind jerking off to the eclipse,
The sun was pulling cheap shots doing commercial body tricks,
Behind the back, Under the leg,I think he even did a headspin.

On a crossfader that sounded whack,
But looked excellent,
All of the sudden it gets dim,
The crater face steps in,
Puts mexican drumbreaks on the Technics,
He's like "Let's begin",
He conducted an orchestra so dope the sun started sweatin' him,
I guess he'd expected to win on pure artistic merit,
Composing complex plays with nothin but soundbytes,
Burned out the lights,
Made MCs too self conscious quit the master mics,
For a thousand nights,
It continued without a single slip up,
Except once the record skipped,
But it kinda sounded cool,

And fit within the rhythm he was juggling,
Poly-rhythms out of country western albums spinning,
It is plain that he had come to win,
But as always due to corrupt judging,
They drew a tie - Now it's do or die.

The sun was like,
no no no,
But the moon was like,
go go go

And when the sun was chosen,
I came to the conclusion,
This guy doesn't know what he's doin'.

God's not a woman,
He's a big white guy in the sky,
And the deserts are reflections of his eyes,
He doesn't cry for us,
But when he does,
It's cause he's drunk

This is one hand clapping alone,
This is the smallest violin, (violin)
Run rabbit when they fight to kill your baddest poem,
The devil is the ****ing white man,
This is one hand clapping alone,
This is the smallest violin, (violin)
Run rabbit when they fight to kill your baddest poem,
The white man (the white man).

The Devil....

[Katie]

....unexpectede ending! hehe your best one yet, my dear :D

we need to nominate you for some award thingy. The level of sophistication in your stories is beyond most that I read. it's so subtle...and so powerful. I mean, who else does deep psychological torture, man vs. himself, and attacks societal norms better than you...you did it all in this one 8)

Dang I wish I was better!

Excellent work

[XERO]

...

So do I die or what?:P

[The Stryker]

Well you're posting aren't you?!

Don't worry, I'll be posting a epilouge soon...just to wrap things up. I just thought that the MAIN story ended when the fights between Ben and Homicide ended

[XERO]

Well you're posting aren't you?!

Didn't you see Ghost? :P

[MadPirateBunny]

ok, this explains a lot about the gang and who 'Cide is.

And for the record, I made it to 'String the bastard up" before I hit the 'I am NOT reading anymore frickin' more of this" button.


That counts for something.

OH and I love Casey's line ...
"Don't get yourself killed, ... Stupid." :D