Chains and Bones

Epidode 1 pt 3- First Fight

The man in the dark hoodie had brought the bikes to a warehouse on a street none of the turtles knew or had passed under in the sewers.

Donnie adjusted his glasses, a shade of pink. They had multiple small knobs and nearly impossible-to-see buttons. And, holding them up instead of ears, was a strap that looked almost like headphones resting on the head. It looked cool, but also kind of itchy.

"Okay, so Don. The man's in there?" Raph poked a finger in the direction of the big ol' warehouse. It was dirty, garbage and rubble and shrapnel(?) surrounding it like mountains.

Donnie scrunched what would have been the bridge of his nose if he were human. "Sadly, yes. Do we really need to go in there?" He turned a knob on his glasses, muttering something.

"Yup. We're the reason those two got their bikes stolen. Leggo!" Leo drew his dual katana, jumping down as silently as he could. Gravel crunched under his three toes. "Don, you need help?" He asked, referring to Donnie's metal right leg.

"Of course not. I'm fine," Donnie said, hopping down to the gravel and landing on his three-fingered hands as to not make a noise loud enough to alert anyone.

Mikey jumped down, scarf waving in the wind a bit. His black, turtley skin splotched with red got a bit scrapped.

Raph followed, leading the way to the warehouse.

He made a motion with his hands when they got to the wall of the warehouse. "Go through the window," His hands said.

They clambered up to a window (how nobody would ever know), and peered in. There was a sort of platform right below the windowsill, which was just big enough for the turtles and about three people room to spare.

The man was talking to three (or maybe two? They were large shapes, nearly impossible to see) other guys, those people giant and buff and trailing something behind them.

Leo raised an eyebrow, barely perceivable in the faint moonlight glinting through the dirty window Mikey had just closed.

"What the hell is this?" Mikey mouthed, turning to his big brothers (and Donnie, who was younger than Mikey).

"Meeting?" Donnie mouthed back, turning another knob on his glasses and pressing a few buttons.

"Yeah, bowss. I gots these two bicycle thing-a-majigs. This enough fows ou's biyg bowss?" A voice, maybe the dude who stole the bikes', rang out in the warehouse.

"Thisssss issss far from enough-FF! You musssssst bring cassssssh, or elssssse you won't live to see the bossssssss!" A voice, slithery like a serpent's, replied.

Then, snake-like cackles.

Raph pointed at the ground, raising a lip and an eyebrow. It was clear he was asking if they should go down yet.

Everyone drew their weapons, nodding with wicked grins. Well, minus Donnie, who was never good with his emotions. He just smirked and patted his metal bō staff.

They dropped to the ground, covered in dirt and sometimes that dirt thinning to reveal tile, quiet minus a little "tss" of dirt crunching under feet and a set of hands.

"There issssssssss ssssssssssomeone here, Lady S!" A slithery voice rasped.

"You are dramatic, Ssssssssir Fathamout. It issssss undersssstandable, consssssidering our current ssssssssituation!" Another snake-like voice rasped. So maybe there were two big people. Maybe people. Maybe people.

"C-can I's go, bowsses?" The man who stole the bikes stuttered out his words.

"You were the one who led them here! You sssssssshall not leave!" A snakey voice hissed, and the man screamed in agony and fell to the ground.