TMNT 2012 Nightshade

Episode 7: The plot thickens (Finally)

A man walks alone in the streets of New York. A black hoodie covering his face and a switchblade strapped to his belt, he was a thief. A simple life really in a city like New York. Pickpocket a couple people everyday, scare of few woman for their purses. It was just enough to get by.

But this thief wasn't going to an alley to pickpocket today. After hearing about the latest crime movement, he had to be there. It was rumored that someone was trying to gather a great number of thieves and mob people for some huge job. There was a promise of expensive rewards and loads of bonuses, as to the rumors of course. The man approached a building, it sort of looked like some cathedral. Regardless, he entered discreetly. He was somewhat surprised by the turnout. There were a lot of big names here. The one fat guy from the pizza place, the mutant fish, the Purple Dragon, the mutant Rhino and Pig, a couple rouge foot clan solders, and a huge skeleton dog thing.

It was definitely an interesting crowd to say the least, but everyone was there for the same thing. To see what this new criminal figure had to offer, a rouge vigilante that had alone taken control of the streets of New York in just a couple weeks. The infamous fighter, Nightshade. A loud bell sound got everyone's attention. Someone with a suit a black and plated helmet came out from the shadows and overlooked the entire crowd from the upper platform.

(I know this is late input but for reference if someone is having a hard time picturing what Mikey's Nightshade suit looks like, I personally kind of take inspiration from the bike suit Raph wears in the 2007 TMNT CGI film. It's not exact but its kind of what I went for.)

There was a metal railing on the ledge of platform, and the dark figure took what looked like a handheld synth and held it over the top. He then began to slide the blade against the railing in a manner where a piercing squeal of grinding metal muted out every other conversation that was happening at once. Everyone held there ears and some even shouted as the sound was obnoxiously loud and intimated the scraping of long fingernails tearing at a chalkboard. The room became silent, with only the ringing of the blade echoing to the black of the building. The figure looked over the crowd in silence for a moment, before he began.

"My name is Nightshade." Said a deep voice that was clearly being distorted. "I have gathered all of you here for something important. You see, I have set a new rule here in New York. Follow the rules, or die."

Some of the thugs started to yell at this point. "Who says you can come into our town and do whatever you want?! You aren't the boss of us?! One of the men stated. Nightshade raised his fist and banged it on the railing startling some of the unsatisfied thugs. He didn't say anything either. They thought they would hear a 'Silance!' or a 'Enough!' but no, just eerie pauses of silence for an unmeasured amount of time. It was hard to argue with someone who didn't argue back.

Mikey knew he couldn't loose his cool. He had learned far too many times that yelling back or just getting upset only gave them more to throw at you. He had to show no weakness, no mercy.

"I have come up with a proposition. A way where everyone can stay happy. I propose to re-build the criminal hierarchy into a system where people won't be allowed to take advantage of their position. Where everything can be monitored and no one gets screwed over or cheated. A system where everyone has fair chance."

"Sounds like just regular society justice to me." Said another man in a raspy voice. Mikey recognized this man. It was Don Vizioso, the Italian mob boss leader that his brother Donatello had past problems with. He was actually hoping he would show up, he had personally invited him even.

"Perhaps." Nightshade replied. "However I am well aware that I can't control worldwide crime organizations. At least not yet. That's why I need the big guys, the one's that already have power. From everything I've learned as long as you guys are feed and cared for you really don't care about what happens behind the scenes. You're like pampered cats in your high little gold castles, and I assure you that you won't lose that following my command."