Revenge: A Jester fan fic...now I need your help!

[Jester]

hey all I thought I'd try my hand at a fan fic....let me know what you think

Revenge
Chapter One

His hand clenched the wound on his left arm. Blood gushed from the katana gash in his skin. Gotta get away, he thought to himself as he ran down the back allies, gotta find a manhole!! What luck! Not three feet from where he stood a manhole cover glistened in the twilight. He ran for it. Yes! I’m home free, the teen ninja said to himself, I’m gonna make it!!
"HAI!!!" the sounds of his pursuers were getting closer. Michelangelo knew that he had to escape. "All this trouble for a lousy pizza!!" he scolded himself as he raised the manhole cover.
"Where do you think you’re going turtle!!" a voice pierced the darkness. Mikey knew it too well. "Foot ninja, ATTACK!!"
With the orders given dozens of young men dresses in the black Foot uniform jumped from surrounding rooftops. Mikey was surrounded.
"Can we talk??" the nervous turtle questioned his would be attackers. They were stone silent, advancing slowly. "Guess not."
Mikey’s hand reached for his nunchaku. If I’m goin’ down I’m takin’ a few of them with me, he thought. "HAI!!!!"
Mikey lunged at the army of ninjas, nunchakus flashing, bones crushing. Mikey seemed to have the upper hand. Then Hun stepped out of the shadow. "Foot ninja, scatter. Leave the turtle to me!"
Hun’s swung at Mikey with his gargantuan fist, knocking him to the ground. Mikey stood up only to be pummeled relentlessly by Hun’s limbs. Bruised and bleeding, Mikey crumbled to the ground. Then Hun picked the turtle up by his belt. "Tell your brothers that even though they may have taken out the Shredder, I’m far from beaten!!" With that the massive ninja master hurled the turtle against the mossy brick alley wall.
"Foot ninja, vanish!!"
………………..
"Man, where the shell is Mikey, I’m frickin’ starving here."
"Come on, Raph," Leonardo scolded, "he’ll be back soon. You know Mikey, he probably just stopped in at the comic book store to pick up the latest issue of ‘Silver Sentry’."
"I just hope it’s still warm, I still haven’t fixed the microwave!"
"My sons, I sense something has happened to Michelangelo."
"How do you know Master Splinter? Is it an ancient ninja secret?"
"No, even Michelangelo wouldn’t take this long at the comic book shop. Go out and look for him my sons. I feel he may be in grave danger."
"Why does he always have to say that?" Raphael asked his brainy brother. Donatello just shrugged.
………………..
Mikey lay bleeding in the alley. He tried to get to his feet and soon fell to the ground again. My leg, must be broke, he figured, gotta find something to set it with. He glanced around the alley for something suitable for a splint. Nothing. Well, I know the Foot won’t be a threat right now; they want me alive; for the time, but any street punk we’ve tangled with, any Purple Dragon, could take me out now. The manhole!! Mikey remembered the hole he had planed to make his escape through. With this leg though, I’m not sure I can just hop down the manhole, Shell-cell!! Mikey reached for his phone. Crushed. "Uh, stupid Foot freak; smashed my cell. Donny’s gonna kill me, that is if these punks don’t do it first." Mikey looked up as four shadowy figures stepped in to the alley, weapons at the ready.
……………….
"Mikey, man what happened to you?" Casey offered a hand to his reptilian friend and helped him to his feet.
"One word, Hun," Mikey replied, "Can I borrow your hockey stick?"
"Sure, what for?"
"A crutch!" Mikey exclaimed as he fell back to the ground.
"Mikey, let me see that leg," A concerned Donatello knelt over his injured brother. He felt the length of Mikey’s leg. Michelangelo winced at each prod. "Yep, broken in three places."
"Really Don, you didn’t have to poke it to tell it was broken, he’s got two knees. I think it’s broke."
"Ok, so I’m not a P.H.D, so sue me."
"We know who did this but why?" Leo asked his beaten comrade.
"He wanted us to know he’s leadin’ the Foot clan now, we may have beaten the Shredder he said, but ‘I’m far from beaten!’ Muhhahahaha, ohhhhh"
"That Mikey, he’d joke on his death bed," Raphael muttered, "and he may well be."
"Come on, let’s get you home," Leonardo helped his brother to his feet. Donatello offered Michelangelo his shoulder.
"Yes, lets get back to the lair and get that leg set."
Casey Jones mounted his motorcycle.
"Case, where you off to?" Raph inquired.
"I’m gonna teach Hun no one messes with my brothers, no one!"
"I’m goin’ with ya!" Raphael threw on his helmet.
"No you’re not, Raph!" Leo grabbed his brother by the arm.
"Let go of my arm, Leo!!" Raph ripped his arm from his brother’s grip.
"No, Raph," Mikey rasped, "there are too many, you’ll need help."
"He’s right, you know, we should all go. Once Mikey’s leg heals…"
"By the time he heals it’ll be to could be too late!!" Casey erupted. "The Foot and the Purple Dragons will extend their black claw through out the city. More little stores will be burned to the ground, more over overly brave fathers will be murdered standing up to that scum!!" Casey kicked one of the near-by garbage cans. Then he crumpled into a whimpering heap.
"Man talk about you’re total break down," Donny stammered.
"It’s okay Casey, we’ll stop them." Raphael put his hand on his friends back. "With God as my witness, I swear to you Casey, we will crush the Foot once and for all"

Chapter 2
Mikey’s leg soon became strong again but Casey’s prediction had come to fruition. The Foot clan and Purple Dragons had spread across New York City like a plague. They were working storekeepers for "protection" money. Even April wasn’t immune. Her store had once again been reduced to rubble. She escaped and eventually moved in with Casey in his tiny apartment in Queens.
Casey tried to help the as many people as he could, but with the turtles all underground nursing Michelangelo back to health, his one-man crusade proved useless.
Hun had reestablished the Foot complex and was the new kingpin of crime in New York. He kept a public face with a reorganization and restaffing of Stocktronics.
Over the months of Mikey’s recovery Leonardo would watch the news and grow increasingly concerned.
"Casey and I told you it’d be too late, Leo!" Raph poked.
"Stop it Raph, we need Mikey well if we wanted to stand a chance against the Foot…"
"And now we’re gonna need a frickin’ army to stop the Foot!"
"Not necessarily Raph. With the Foot as public as they are, with the reworking of Stocktronics, maybe we can just show how corrupt the Foot really is."
"Yeah we could go all Martha Stewart or Enron on ‘em, real effective Donny!"
"No really Raphy, we just need to figure out a way to do it, to reveal to the world that Hun and Stocktronics are related to the Foot and Dragons and the mob violence that presently engulf the city. It could work, Raph."
"But like you said, how are we gonna do it. It’s not like we know someone in the news biz?"
"April!" Leo chimed in.
"April?" his brothers questioned in unison.
"Yeah, she needs a job and she could help us all at once."
"Now that could work!!" Raphael finally agreed.
……………….
"Absolutly not!!" April exclaimed after the boys explained their plan to her. "I’m a scientist for crying out loud, I’m not a news reporter. I’m terrified when it comes to public speaking, I freeze up."
"You’ll be great babe, prettier than all the other newscasters," Casey leaned in for a kiss. April dodged. Casey falls flat on his face.
"I didn’t ask you, Casey. And don’t call me ‘babe’."
"Help us, April O'Neil," Donatello beckoned, "You're our only hope!"
"When you put it that way. How can I say 'no' to that face." She pecked Donny on the cheek
"Hey what about me?" Casey inquired.
"Drop dead!"
"I love it when she plays hard to get!!"
……………….
"I'm sorry Ms. O'Neil, but you have no prior experience in the field of investigative journalism. We’re looking for someone who’s qualified and quite frankly you’re not it. I’m sorry you’ve wasted your time,” The news manager handed April back her portfolio.
“But Mr. Thompson, I need this job. My shop was burned to the ground due to the escalating gang violence!”
“I understand Ms. O’Neil, I really do, but I’m running a business here and I need the most qualified people to fill theses reporter slots. I’m truly very sorry Ms. O’Neil. “
April stood to leave, “Thanks for your time Mr. Thompson.”
“Send in the next applicant, Irma,” Burne Thompson asked his receptionist.
“Yes, sir,” a cherry voice answered him. “Vernon Fenwick, Mr. Thompson will see you now.”
A tall lanky man rose from his seat in the waiting room and entered the office.
April walked down the hallway, dejected. She had not only failed to land the job but she had failed the turtles as well. As she shuffled down the hall she collided with a short brunette with large horn rimed glasses.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, let me help you,” April reached down to help the woman pick up the folders she had been carrying.
“That’s ok, I should have been watching where I was going. Wait don’t I know you from some where?”
“I’m April O’Neil, I worked at Stocktronics, but now…”
“Oh, that’s right, you came in for a job interview. I thought for sure you’d get the job; I think you’d make a perfect reporter. Oh I’m so sorry I never introduced myself, I’m Irma,” she extended her hand to April. “I’m Mr. Thompson’s assistant.”
“Tell me more,” the excited scientist said as she put her arm around little Irma.

[Whitewolf89]

Oooo, I like this one! I hope you have more chapters in the works, Jester. I'm likin' this!

[Jester]

yep...i'm workin on it...trying to figure out where i'm taking the story

[Whitewolf89]

LOL I know THAT feeling only TOO well!

[Jester]

well...i'm just gonna edit the first post so i guess i'll put a generic thing here....HA

[Jester]

and now an update of my fan fic....starting with the end of Chapter 2...

April treated the young secretary to a lunch at her favorite pizzeria.
“Here’s your pizza Ms. O’Neil,” the waiter dropped a steaming pepperoni and extra cheese pizza on the table, with anchovies on the side for Irma.
“Thanks, Keno,” April tipped the teen waiter, “So Irma, lets chat. Is there anyway I could win over your boss and get a job at Channel Six? Should I buy him a fruit basket? Anything?”
“Mr. Thompson isn’t much into fruit, he more prefers doughnuts, but if you really want this job you could just prove yourself by bringing in a scoop that knocks Burne’s socks off. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about the strange creatures roaming the city at night, do you?”
“Strange creatures?” April replied, a lump growing in her throat. Could she know about the turtles, she thought to herself, could the whole city know more than we think? “What ‘strange creatures’?”
“Well they’re big hulking brutes, or so I’ve heard. And I’ve heard they spit acid or something.”
My God, Sydney and the others! I thought Donny had found a cure for them. Irma glanced at the pondering April
“Is everything ok, April?”
“Yeah, Irma, fine. I think I can handle landing a scoop on those mystery monsters. Burne Thompson’s not gonna know what hit him.”

Chapter 3
“I though for sure I’d cured her,” Donny slumped in to a chair, put his elbows on the table in front of him and rested his head between his hands. “I could have sworn I’d fixed them for good.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Donny.” April crossed her arms and placed them on the solemn turtles shoulders. “You did all that you could…”
“I promised them a cure!!” Donatello stood up, shrugging off April’s arms, and threw his chair against the wall. “I promised her a cure.” Donny fell to his knees, crying.
“Donatello, what is all the commotion?” Splinter and the other three turtles entered Donny’s workshop. They saw their brother in the fetal position and the remnants of the chair littering the floor.
“April, what the shell happened here? What’s up with Donny?” Michelangelo cast a concerned look at his older brother.
“Well, Mikey…” April began.
“No, April,” Donny rose to his feet and wiped the tears from his eyes, “I’ll tell them. Follow me to the living room.”
Once the turtles were seated on the couch, Donny began to tell how April had heard from Irma that the underground mutants had reverted to their mutant forms. Leonardo was concerned.
“If what you’ve heard and said is true, then we may have more problems on our hands then just the Foot, but why haven’t I heard anything, I’ve been watching the news everyday??”
“Because the networks, for once, don’t want to work the city into a frenzy with out any proof, and right now all they have to go on is a few vague descriptions from eyewitnesses, and they’ve only seen them at night. It’s not much to go on.”
“Maybe we should pay a visit to Sydney, maybe she’ll know what’s going on.” Raphael ran for the door.
“Wait Raph, what if Sydney has mutated back into Quarry then what?”
“Well Leo, we’ll just have to take her out then. Let’s move!”
Michelangelo noticed that Donny was still a little down. “Don’t worry, my money’s on the fact that Sydney’s still Sydney…”
Donny raised his head and smiled. “Thanks Mikey,” Donny ran after his other two brothers.
“I hope,” Michelangelo finished under his breath as he followed his brothers to the Battle Shell.
……………….
“Sydney?! Sydney, you there?” Donatello pounded on the door. “Sydney?! She’s not answering, what should we do Leo?”
“I know exactly what we should do. HAI!!!!”
Raphael kicked the door in. As he stood to his feet and his brothers entered, they heard something.
“It’s Quarry!!” Mikey stammered reaching for his nunchakus. The other turtles followed suit.
“I said I’d be right there!!” It wasn’t Quarry, but Sydney, in a bathrobe a towel wrapped around her head, soaking wet. “Uh, hey guys, what are doing here? I just, well, you know.”
“Sorry to just barge in like this, Sydney,” Donny apologized, casting a hard stare at Raphael.
“What?”
……………….
“No, I haven’t heard from them since we all came top side, and I haven’t heard of any monsters either. Are you sure they’ve changed back?”
“Well, no. We only heard that there have been some sightings, vague at best, not enough info to get the city up in arms.”
“So do you think I’ll be next Donny? Tell me the truth.”
“Probably. We should stay the night just to be safe.”
“Great a stake out,” Mikey rummaged through Sydney’s fridge. “You wouldn’t happen to have any of those little microwave pizzas would ya, I’m starvin’?”
Raph threw one of the couch pillows at Mikey. “Just bed down, chuckle head!”
……………….
The apartment was pitch black, the floor littered with the four turtles, curled up in the fetal position. Mikey snored as he squirmed on the floor. His feet brushed against Raph’s shell. He stirred.
“What the….!” He stood up sais at the ready.
“Raph, settle. It’s only Mikey.” Leonardo pointed to his brother flailing on the floor.
“Geeze, he’s even annoying in his sleep!”
A figure moves in the window.
“Raph, did you see that?”
“See what, Leo??”
Another figure flashes past the window.
“I defiantly saw that one. Mikey, Donny, get up. Somethin’s out side.”
“Wha?? Can’t a turtle get his beauty sleep?”
“Can it, Mikey.” Donny threw his pillow at his brother. “We’re here to protect Sydney remember??”
“Weapons ready turtles, this is it!!”
The window shattered as dozens of Foot ninjas poured into the apartment. Close behind them was their new leader, Hun.
“You! I can’t say I didn’t expect this, but I’ve got more than just Foot ninjas up my sleeves…”
“Uh, he doesn’t have any sleeves.”
“Shut up, Mikey!”
“You already know Stone Biter and Razor Fist…”
The turtles look in horror as their former friends crash through the wall.
“The cure,” Donny whimpered, “it didn’t work.”
“But allow me to introduce you to Bebop and Rocksteady, former Purple Dragons ready for a re-match.”
Two new mutants barged in to the apartment. Unlike Stone Biter and Razor Fist, they appeared to be mammals. One was a human boar and the other a mutant rhino.
“We got a score to settle with you toitles!!”
“Yeah *snort* me and Rocksteady are gonna hurt youze good.”
“Man, we can never catch a break.” Raphael grumbled.

Chapter 4
The four Foot mutants surrounded the turtles.
“I failed. I can’t believe I failed.”
“We can throw you a pity party later,” Leonardo broke in. “We’ve gotta fight for our lives on our hands.”
“I am so gonna enjoy this!” Raph yelled as he lunged at Bebop. “Let’s dance pig-boy!”
“You’re mine *snort* turtle!!!” Bebop grabbed the turtle by his belt and hurled him at one of the rooms remaining walls.
“Raph!” Mikey yelled. Rocksteady squared of with the turtle. “Uh, I don’t really wanna play horn-head, thanks anyway.”
“Oh, but why not. I’ll play nice.” Rocksteady grabbed the turtle by his shoulders and spun him over his head. “Having fun yet toitle!?”
“You want the truuuuuth?” Mikey replied as he flew through the air, slid across the kitchen counter, and landed on the hard tile floor.
“Donny, where’s Hun?”
“I don’t see him, Leo. SYDNEY!”
Donatello vaulted over Stone Biter and scanned the apartment for Sydney. “SYDNEY!!!!”
Then he spotted her, surrounded by an army of Foot ninja with Hun leading the charge.
“NO!!!! SYDNEY!!!” Donatello batted away several Foot, attempting to rescue Sydney, but was grabbed from behind.
“Uh, uh toitle,” Rocksteady held Donatello in the air by his bag. “I can’t let you do dat.”
Donny slipped out of the bag and sweep kicked the rhino man, knocking him to his back.
“Sorry to disappoint you horn-head.” Donny leaped at Hun but was batted aside.
“She’s ours turtle boy.”
“Donny! Raph, Mikey, we’ve gotta help him”
“A little busy right now Leo,” Mikey yelled back, tangling with Bebop in the kitchenette. “This is one little piggy I wish would go ‘we we we all the way home’.”
“What a bad joke *snort snort*,” Bebop slapped Mikey into the counter.
“I’m on it,” Raph ducked a punch from Stone Bitter and leap-frogged Razor Fist. “Hey horn-head leave my brother alone.” Raph kicked the rhino in the chest and fell flat on his shell.
“Can’t you toitles come up wit a better insulting name then that? ‘Horn head’ how unoriginal.”
“Ok, that didn’t work.”
“Leo, get Hun!! He’s after Sydney!!”
“Alright, you three keep the rest of ‘em busy!”
Leo ran at Hun and rammed him with his shoulder.
“OoooFff!!!” Hun fell to the floor. A small syringe slid across the tiles. “Foot ninja, attack!!!!”
A small contingent of Foot surrounded Leo. The turtle made quick work of them.
“Donny, get that syringe!” Leo pointed to the spinning needle in the middle of the room. Donny dived for the syringe only to land at the feet of Bebop.
“No you don’t turtle!!!” He picked Donny up and threw him into the frantic fight in the middle of the living room. Raph and Mikey were hopelessly outnumbered by swarms of Foot and the other two mutants. Stone Biter pummeled Mikey while Razor Fist tail-whipped Raphael into the kitchen counter. While the turtles were on the ground the Foot ninjas came at them with a barrage of punches. Suddenly another fighter barged into the scene. He had been watching from a neighboring rooftop.
“You guys look like you could use some help, so let’s do it. Goongala!!!!”

[Jester]

ok.....i have two diffrent wa to go from here.....should the foot get the syringe or the green team?? well that's it...depending on the answers i get will be the way i go...heck i may write both to see which works best....thanks for ur help

[Jester]

Chapter 5:
found a diffrent way I went about it...read below....

[shadowflame611]

I like this fic so far, Jester!

And as for who should get the syringe, its all up ta you. It really depends on what you want to happen. Is Sydney saved, or does she turn into a mutant? Do they capture the turtles and take them to a laboratory? Once again, its all up to you... Writing both ways is a good idea, then you can choose which one you like better.

And you have the mutants in this one! (Meaning Sydney, Stonebiter, etc. etc.) I love them lol.

[zkarlette]

Wow jester youre a good writer I really like how you mixed old toon characters with the new ones , I hope to see more chapters

[Jester]

The hockey masked vigilante bapped away several Foot with his hockey stick allowing the turtles to get to their feet. Then he noticed Hun holding the flailing Sydney on the other side of the fracas. Bebop, the mutant boar, handed a syringe with a glowing green liquid in it to his master.
“HUN!!!! You spineless coward!! Attacking a defenseless woman!! Why not mess with someone your own size!?!” Casey drew the nine-iron from the golf bag slung over his shoulder.
“Any time, little man,” Hun snarled, spinning Sydney into the grasp of the waiting Bebop. Then he squared off with his long time enemy, the notorious vigilante, Casey Jones.
Hun cracked his knuckles. “I’ve been waiting a long time forthis, Jones. I’m going to crush you like a walnut.”
“Still all talk and no action, I see Hun!” Casey stated as he lunged forward swinging the graphite club at the giant ninja. Hun caught the club mid-swing.
“And I see you still underestimate my strength, Casey.” Hun spun around releasing the club and sending it and Casey flying. “Bebop, let’s get out of here. Foot ninjas, vanish!”
“No!!” Donny screamed as he lunged at the warthog. Rocksteady charged at the turtle.
“We’re leavin’ shell-backs. So get outta our way.” Razor Fist and Stone Bitter slapped the other three turtles against the walls as they moved toward the windows.
“Sayonara, turtles. Oh! And here’s a little going away present for ya” Hun lobbed a thermite grenade into the room it rolled up to Donatello’s side. Casey rolled to his stomach.
“Uh, what hit me? Oh yeah, Hun.” Placing his hands on the floor to raise his body up from the floor, a glimmer catches his eye. “Oh, crud!!”
……………….

The explosion ripped thought the night sky. The buildings shook with the force of the blast. Aboard his chopper, Hun couldn’t help but chuckle. He smiled at Sydney who was fighting the straps of the chair that held her, a Foot biologist removing the syringe from the bulging vain in her arm, and the chuckle turned to an out and out guffaw. He had done what the Shredder himself couldn’t do, even with numerous attempts. He had finally destroyed the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

[Weapon X]

See Jester, you can write something great, Im loving this, I'll have to finish it, when I get back though.

[Masked Ninja]

*on edge of seat" And...?!

Nice work! I love how you managed to believable mesh the old and new toon - the appearance of Bebop and Rocksteady was a little random, but the stuff with the news station That was nice. Can't wait to see more!

[Jester]

Just Hun's way of attempting to perfect the archaic way Shredder used to mutate people, by cross mutating with other mammals, the intelegence is kept more or less intact (or at least that's what I'm saying...)


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“Oh, crud!!” Casey exclaimed as he saw what appeared to be a grenade near the downed body of his friend. Casey groped for his golf-iron, and hurried over to Donnie’s side. “Donnie! Donnie, we’ve gotta move! Donnie!” No response.
"Well, it’s not my game, but now seems like as good a time as any to learn.”
Casey set his feet and gripped his club the way his father had once shown him. He pulled the club head back and swung, making contact with the explosive device mere seconds before detonation. The grenade crashed through a remaining window and once clear erupted in all its flaming glory. Any windows that remained were shattered now. The room shook. Casey stumbled backwards due to the explosion and tripped over his fallen friend. “He he, sorry Donnie.” Across the room Leonardo was helping Raphael to his feet.
“Thanks, bro. But it looks like Donnie needs your help more than I do.”
From behind the remains of the couch, Michelangelo’s voice could be heard. “Is it safe to come out now?”
“Mikey, you little coward! Why I outta!”
“Not now, Raph!” Leo said, always the cool headed one. “We’ve gotta get Donnie outta here, back to the lair and bandaged up.”
Donatello’s eyes opened. In a whisper he uttered, “Sydney. Did we help her Leo? Did we keep her safe?”
“I’m sorry Donnie, they got her. But we sure as shell are gonna get her back!”

(I sure hope that wasn't anti-climatic)