Posted 15 May 2012 - 04:16 PM
Sitting alone on the rooftop, Michelangelo tried desperately to pinpoint the exact moment when things went so wrong for him and his brothers. It had been a very difficult few months for the Turtles. Public awareness of their existence had grown substantially and New York City was not ready to welcome the mutated foursome with open arms. Yet despite this, Leonardo held steadfast in his belief that he and his brothers should continue to look over and protect a city that now feared and despised them. Raphael had suggested the Turtles play up the fear aspect to use against potential foes, but Leonardo would have none of it. He was convinced that the people of New York would grow to accept and appreciate the Turtles for all they good they did, or at least he continually said so. April O’Neil did her best to paint the Turtles in a sympathetic light without outright acknowledging that she knew them in her news editorials. But, the pleas fell on deaf ears as the schism between the Turtles and the citizens of the NYC only grew with time and became increasingly hostile.
A few nights ago, the breaking point occurred. Leonardo suggested to his brothers that they patrol some of the toughest neighborhoods of the city that night. He threw around words like focus and purpose and clearing their minds. Raphael and Donatello agreed, but Michelangelo declined. The best way he knew to clear his mind was to goof off, and his current purpose was to beat the newest video game, that was his focus for the night. Several hours later, April arrived at the Turtles’ lair in tears.
Michelangelo casually looked up from his video game. “What’s going on, April?”
April sniffed and wiped tears away from her eyes. Michelangelo jumped off the couch and rushed over to her.
“They’re dead,” she whispered.
“Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello. All three of them.”
“They were attacked in an alley by a mob of more than thirty men. They had knives, bats, sledge hammers, tasers, and all sorts of horrible things. The men are claiming that they were just trying to save a woman from the monsters and things got out of control, but I know that’s not true.”
Michelangelo glanced left and right, unable to process the information he had been given.
“I’m so sorry, Mikey,” April sobbed.
She reached out to hug him, but Michelangelo pushed her back and stormed out of the lair. He needed to see it for himself. Just as he left, Master Splinter entered the room.
“What has happened?”
Now as he sat on the rooftop, Michelangelo looked back on that night with anger and self loathing. He should have been with his brothers, but he was too selfish and lazy. If he had been there with his brothers they would still be alive. Then suddenly, Michelangelo had begun to wonder if he would have made a difference at all. Insecurity took over his mind. Michelangelo was not as disciplined as his brothers, if the mob was too much for them then what chance did he have. His anger shifted to Master Splinter for enabling him to become this way instead of demanding that he take his training more seriously. Michelangelo was even angry at April. If she had done a better job with her editorials, there wouldn’t be so much ignorance and hatred for the turtles. But, the majority of Michelangelo’s current rage was focused on one individual, Richard Simon.
Although all three of his brothers were killed that night, a lack of witnesses outside the mob made it hard to prosecute. Only one man was going to trial for manslaughter, Richard Simon. He admitted to stabbing Leonardo with his own swords with pride and viewed himself as a hero. At the moment, Michelangelo viewed him being walked by police escorts from his rooftop perch. Michelangelo quickly descended upon them and dispatched the police escorts with ease. He soaked in the fear on Richard’s face as he approached him.
“I did not... did not realize there were more of you,” Richard stuttered.
“Thanks to you and your friends I’m the last one.”
“Please have mercy on me, I....”
Before he could finish his sentence, Richard was struck down by Michelangelo’s nunchaku. Michelangelo was not sure how far he wanted to go with his attack, but he continued, feeling a great release of rage with each strike. He battered Richard until the whimpers from Leo’s killer faded away and the ability to breathe escaped his body. Michelangelo was now officially a murderer. It felt good to him, Michelangelo felt in control again. But, it wasn’t enough. Everyone was responsible, everyone was to blame.
Miles away in a bar just outside Metro City, Poison sat across from her companion, Hugo, with a large smile etched on her face.
“Hugo, I had a dream last night,” she announced. “It was more like an epiphany really. We have been approaching our quest to be world famous the wrong way. Being a world class wrestler is nice and all, but that is not where the real fame lies. Real fame lies in becoming heroes.”
“Heroes?” repeated Hugo.
“Yes, heroes. Need an example, just look at Metro City. They still revere Cody, Guy, and Mike Haggar to this day. How many years ago was that now? Mike Haggar has his own freakin’ statue and it is massive!” Poison exclaimed.
“Hugo would like to have his own statue.”
“So would I. And the best way to do that is to become heroes,” said Poison.
“Are you saying we should protect Metro City?” asked Hugo.
“No. If we want fame on a global scale then we need to think bigger than Metro City. I’m thinking New York City. Everything that happens in New York just seems to matter more. And it will be the perfect location to film our reality show once we become famous heroes. Think about it Hugo, it will be glorious.”
Two weeks later, Poison and Hugo arrived in New York with bags in hand.
“Now what?” asked Hugo.
“Now we find out how to get our foot in the door,” replied Poison.
Poisons’s eye caught hold of a man sitting at the bus stop with the morning paper. She walked up to him and bent over in front of his paper.
“Excuse me honey, but I just moved here and I was wondering if you could help me out.”
The man stared at her for a moment. “Umm.. sure.”
“I enjoy the nightlife. I go out all the time. I was wondering if there were any dangers I should be aware of here in the big city.”
“You must be joking,” said the man. “Do you not know? There has been a turtle monster terrorizing the streets for weeks, it has the whole city on edge.”
Poison lifted an eyebrow. The man quickly wrapped his arm around her.
“But don’t worry baby, all you need is a big strong man to look out for you when you go out at night,” he said.
Poison shoved the man away from her. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’m already with a big, strong man.”
“Me!!” growled Hugo.
The sight of the large wrestler frightened the man. He quickly fled the scene while mumbling an apology. Poison laughed and patted on Hugo on the back.
“Ok, all we need to do now is find some reporters and announce to them that wrestler extraordinaire, Hugo Andore, and his manager, Poison, are here to help in the capture of the infamous turtle monster,” said Poison.
Poison arranged for an interview with a small set of reporters outside a coffee shop. When it was over, a sullen looking reporter approached the pair.
“Is this some kind of stunt? Do you think this is a joke?” accused April O’Neil. “Michelangelo is an extremely dangerous threat, and there has been no success in taking him down...” she looked down sadly at the ground, “...or talking him down.”
“I assure you we are up to the task,” insisted Poison.
“That’s what Casey thought,” April said under her breath.
The next night, Poison and Hugo were enjoying a few slices at a downtown pizza place when they were approached by a young girl.
“I saw you guys on the news. Thanks so much for coming to New York to help us. I feel safer already just knowing you are here.”
“Uhh..you’re welcome,” said Poison.
Hugo grinned from ear to ear.
“You guys are so awesome,” squealed the girl.
As they exited the pizza place, Hugo suddenly spoke up. “That little girl made me feel good inside. I think I will like being a hero.”
Poison reflected for a moment. “Yeah, that was nice.”
Falling from the sky, Michelangelo landed on Hugo’s shoulders. He pounded on Hugo’s head with his nunchaku. After some struggle, Hugo was finally able to throw the turtle off his back.
Poison pointed an accusatory finger. “Don’t you know who you are dealing with?”
Michelangelo answered by snatching the cuffs off of Poison’s shorts and delivering a roundhouse kick that sent Poison crashing into a brick wall.
The ninja turtle then evaded Hugo’s slow lunges and swept the legs from under the giant. He quickly handcuffed Hugo and resumed beating his head with his nunchaku. Michelangelo had now found comfort in being the deadly threat the city had always viewed him and his brothers as, and he was insulted by the arrogance of these outsiders to think they could so easily come in and defeat him. He wanted to make an example of Hugo. He wanted to bash his skull in. Poison was paralyzed by the scene of extreme violence as she returned to her feet. Sirens blared and Michelangelo quickly disappeared into the shadows before the police’s arrival.
Poison stumbled over to her beaten comrade. “Hold on, Hugo, Hold on.”
She looked up and saw the same little girl from earlier crying across the street.
At the hospital, Poison stood at Hugo’s bedside and ran her fingers through his hair. “They say you are in a coma so I don’t know if you can hear me, but I’m sorry Hugo. I was wrong before. We weren’t ready for this. Back when we were with Mad Gear, the worse that would happen is that we would catch a beating and get arrested. But, it was never anything like this. The smart thing to do would be to leave town and never come back, but you should have seen that girl’s face. All the hope and joy had been sucked away, maybe never to return. I would give anything to make it so that she never saw that. So now I am going to do my best to make sure that no one else will. I’m talking about being a legit hero, for real this time. I know that’s what you would want. And I will avenge you, I just need to be prepared. And I know just the guy that can help me do it.”
The next day, Poison returned to Metro City and let herself into the cell of Cody Travers.
“Oh, it’s you. What do you want?” Cody asked dismissively.
“I want you to beat me up.”
“I want you to spar with me and toughen me up,” said Poison.
“From all of our previous fights I can assure you that you are already plenty tough,” Cody responded.
“But not tough enough. If I’m going to defeat Michelangelo and save New York I need to be stronger, faster,” Poison said with conviction.
“Save New York? Well isn’t that rich? Sorry babe... or is it dude, I’m still not quite clear on that. Anyways I’m not interested.”
“Look Cody, you are the best fighter I know. All I’m asking for is some training and I will get you anything you want. I don’t even know why you are feigning disinterest, it’s an excuse to get into a lot of brawls and street fights.”
Cody smirked. “You know me well."
Posted 15 May 2012 - 04:16 PM
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Posted 16 May 2012 - 10:22 PM
You know, under Cody's tutelage, she might actually put up a decent fight against a mad, determined Mikey. She's still barely more than an average VG thug, though, and Mike is probably just as agile as she is, and defintely more skilled.
Add in Michelanglo's newfound bloodlust here, and Poison eventually becomes his next victim.
Posted 20 May 2012 - 07:15 PM
A Nice role reversal here!
A Set up was well written. I can find no flaws.
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