Lost To Darkness - TMNT 2012 Fanfic

Chapter 1

Amidst the quiet of the night, a figure moved with grace and agility through the dark streets of the city. Moonlight spilled over the worn asphalt as Mikey glided on his skateboard, a streak of vibrant orange against the shadows. His nimble feet moved across the board's surface, steering it with a familiarity that came from years of practice. The wheels emitted a soft hum as they rolled over cracks and crevices, the sound echoing through the empty alleys. With each twist and turn, a sense of exhilaration washed over him. The thrill of the night air against his skin, the wind tousling his nunchaku-adorned belt, all combined to create a sensation of freedom. 

His orange mask fluttered behind him like a rebellious banner. Mikey's carefree grin widened as he executed a flawless ollie, launching his skateboard into the air before landing back on it with practiced ease. As he continued to weave his way through the maze of alleyways and rooftops, a sense of unease lingered in the air.

The thought that he was sneaking out without his brothers' and father's knowledge gnawed at him, a mix of guilt and anticipation. He knew the risks of venturing into topside alone, but tonight, he just needed to be alone. With a final kick and a sharp turn, Mikey found himself on a rooftop, the expanse of the cityscape stretching out before him. With a soft sigh, Mikey crouched down near the rooftop's edge, dangling his legs over the side. 

He watched the city below, lost in thought, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the surface beneath him. He began to trace patterns on the rooftop's surface, his fingers moving in quick, erratic motions. But soon enough, his focus wavered, and his fingers abandoned their task to tap a rhythmic beat against the concrete. He glanced up at the moon and then down at his nunchaku, twirling them absentmindedly.

"Hey, you ever wonder if pizza toppings could be, like, music notes? Like, a symphony of flavors?" he mused aloud to no one in particular, his words drifting into the night air.

For a moment, the night remained silent, his words hanging in the air. Then, unexpectedly, a deep, gruff voice responded from the shadows. "Pizza toppings as music notes? Now that's an interesting thought."

Startled, Mikey turned his head to find a hulking figure emerging from the darkness, wearing a malicious grin. "Rahzar? Seriously, dude, you're crashing my deep thoughts session."

Rahzar, his canine features twisted into a sneer, stepped forward, flanked by several Foot Clan ninjas who materialized like ghosts. Mikey's heart raced as he realized he was surrounded. "Oh, come on, Mikey, we just wanted to join your philosophical discussion," Rahzar drawled, his eyes glinting with malice.

Mikey's carefree expression shifted to one of realization. "Oh, I get it. This is like that time you tried to turn the subway into a skate park, right? Except now it's an ambush party and I'm the guest of honor?"

The Foot Clan ninjas closed in, their weapons gleaming dully in the moonlight. Mikey's fingers instinctively tightened around his nunchaku, his easygoing demeanor shifting into a stance of readiness, his eyes turning white. "Guess I'm crashing the party too, then. But just so you know, my pizza-flavor symphony is gonna be a hit!"

With a battle cry that echoed through the night, the clash of weapons and the fury of combat began. Mikey fought valiantly, his moves blending his freewheeling style with precise strikes. But surrounded and outnumbered, he knew this was a fight he couldn't handle alone.

Mikey's instinct for survival kicked in. He skillfully parried blows and countered attacks, his nunchaku a blur of motion. In a split-second decision, Mikey saw an opening and used it. He used his skateboard as a makeshift shield, blocking an incoming strike, then swiftly disarmed one of his opponents with a nunchuck aimed to hit the chest. With a well-placed kick, he sent another ninja stumbling backward. But their numbers were unrelenting, pressing him from all sides.

Recognizing that his chances were slipping, Mikey made a choice: retreat. He vaulted over the rooftop's edge, landing nimbly on the adjacent building. He sprinted across the rooftop, his heart pounding in his chest. His fingers fumbled to grab his T-Phone as he tried to reach his brothers for backup.

Pressing a random contact on his phone, he screamed, out of breath. "Guys, it's Mikey! I'm in trouble and... it's on voicemail. I swear I'll—"

His words were cut off with a yelp as a well-aimed shuriken struck his T-Phone, keeping him from using it. Panic surged through him as he realized he was truly on his own. His brothers weren't going to hear his call for help. "I shouldn't have left..!"

Desperation fueled Mikey's movements as he continued his mad dash across the rooftops, tucking the phone somewhere. But just as he rounded a corner, a sudden metallic clang echoed in the night air. Before he could react, a net materialized out of nowhere, ensnaring him. He struggled against the constricting cords, his movements growing sluggish as he fought against the weight of the trap. "N-No!"

As he fought to free himself, a swift blow to the back of his head sent a jolt of pain radiating through his skull, and he let out a weak scream of pain. Stars danced before his eyes as his consciousness began to fade. "L-Leo... Raph... Don...nie..."

The Foot Clan ninjas, their relentless pursuit paying off, quickly closed in on the captured Mikey. Working in perfect synchronization, they efficiently transferred him from the tangled net to a reinforced cage. 

As they secured the cage, one of the Foot Clan operatives retrieved Mikey's broken T-Phone from where it had been hastily tucked away. Recognizing the importance of cutting off any potential lifeline to his brothers, the ninja crushed the device under his heel, rendering it useless.

The Foot Clan ninjas secured the reinforced cage containing the unconscious Mikey, and Rahzar, with a cruel grin on his mutated face, approached the defenseless turtle. He couldn't resist the opportunity to mock his captive.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Rahzar sneered, crouching down to Mikey's level. He gave the turtle a disdainful kick that elicited no response. "The fearless orange one, now a caged canary. How the mighty have fallen."

As Rahzar continued to taunt the unconscious Mikey, Fishface approached him, his fish-like features contorted into a sly grin. He gestured to the other Foot Clan ninjas, who had played their part in capturing the orange-masked turtle.

"Rahzar, we've got what we came for," Fishface rasped in his low, guttural voice. "Let's not waste any more time."

Rahzar reluctantly stood up, eyeing the caged Mikey one last time before giving a curt nod. "Fine. Let's go."

The Foot Clan ninjas began to retreat from the rooftop, leaving Mikey behind in his cage. However, before they departed, Fishface had an idea. He signaled to a few of his fellow operatives, who quickly moved to carry out his request.

As the Foot Clan ninjas left, they left a small package behind, carefully tucked away just out of Mikey's reach. It was a cruel and mocking gesture, a message to Mikey's brothers that they were watching and enjoying their captive's helplessness.

Fishface chuckled to himself as he followed the others, leaving Mikey unconscious and trapped.


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Ooh, drama's kicking tonight. Anyone want to guess what could happen next chapter?