Just a stupid stick [being rewritten]

Go Back to Spirit Halloween Kid

(A/N YO 19 of y'all actually read this! Im so happy 🥲 anywayyyy chapter 2 baby!!!!
Goal: 500 words
Words: 684 words 💪)

(Last chapter)
Casey's POV
"Think you can handle it, Jones?" Donnie says, i roll my eyes. God he is so cocky,
"Psh,more like can they handle me?" I get up and pull my hockey mask down, "News flash: nothing can handle the amazing Casey Jones,"

(Ok now lets start)
I dart across the rooftops running to the corner street. Finally some action! And some simple drunks? Too easy! When i finally get there I can hear the banging of trashcans and yelling in the ally. Well Donnie was definitely correct about them being drunk, if the slurring of their words was an indicator. I take a peek down the ally to see what exactly in dealing with. Yep Don was right, i think as i spot the 3 men in the ally. One in blue, one in and green and one in red who's waving around a gun like its nothing. Welp time to go work the Casey Jones magic. I pull my stick off my back and turn into the ally.

3rd POV
In the ally three The man in the red shirt was brandishing his gun at the other two wile yelling,
"And a 'nother 'ing *hic*, if you ever-"
Another one of the men were backed up against the wall he kicked a nearby trashcan at the first guy,
"Sir, im gonna have to 'nicely' ask you to put the gun down" the men turned their heads tords the new voice. The man in red was the next to speak,
"Oh yeah? An' what are you gonna do? Hit me with ya stick? And whats with the mask? Go back to Spirit Halloween kid." The man continued waving around his hands like he wasn't holding a deadly weapon. Welp cant say I didn't try, Casey thought
"I will have you know that this" Casey states gesturing to himself "is not from any Spirit Halloween, this is all Casey Jones baby" Casey stated to the man.
"Who th' heck *hic* is Casey Jones?"
"Well if you dont put that gun down you might just find out," Casey said harshly his patience getting thin. Despite the warning the drunken man raised his gun, this time towards Casey. "I tried' was the last thing Casey said before swiping his hockey sick across the ground tripping the three men. The three men quickly lost any balance they had left and fell to the ground. As the man with the gun hit the ground a sudden BANG shot through the air.
The loose bullet shot up towards Casey. Casey quickly held his arms up to shield himself as a loud CRACK was heard.

(Nah im not that mean)
As Casey looked to the ground he could see splinters (not the rat lol) littering the ground. He looked in his hands to see the loose bullet had gone through his beloved hockey stick.
"You bitch, you broke my stick dude!" Casey yelled at the drunken men on the ground. "So not cool," after the initial shock he quickly hit the gun away from the group on men. "Im gonna tie you three here and let the police deal with you" Casey said putting a hand on his head.
Exactly 3 minutes later that's exactly what he had done, all three men tied together with a sticky note saying 'we got drunk and thought guns were toys -CJ'. As Casey went to walk away he picked up the gun a pocketed it. Bet Don could make something out of this.

As Casey wandered the streets of New York towards the lair he thought about what the man said earlier. Was he really just a kid in a Halloween costume? I mean of course not he is THEE Casey Jones, he's fought aliens, ninjas, and alien ninjas! He looked back to his hand and his splintered hockey stick. April knows how to use bladed fans AND has powers, Leo had cool swords, Mikey has his nunchucks, Raph has his sai, hell even Donnie has a bō, a stick sure but he makes it a true weapon. Something needed to change. Casey Jones needed an upgrade, and thankfully Casey knew just the turtle.