Water dripped down from the rocky ceiling, the tiny drops splashing into forming puddles of water or onto the damp ground of the sewer tunnel. Each drop that hit the ground or water sent a small plop sound through the air, echoing through the maze of tunnels. Rats scurried in and out of pipes and holes in the walls, picking up crumbs and sometimes getting into small fights with one another.
The squeaks of rats and plops of water were accommodated with the small shuffling of footsteps, four shadowed figures slinking through the sewer tunnels. The shadows made no noise except for the small shuffling coming from the last shadow. They were one with the dark as they slinked from wall to wall, sewer tunnel to sewer tunnel and navigated their way easily through the ongoing maze.
The line stopped abruptly, a small rumble heard within the area they were in. Weapons were drawn from their sheaths as the four shadows armed themselves with skilled weapons. The two weapons held in the front gleamed in a dim light, their edges deadly sharp. The two weapons in the back had no gleam, yet they weren't any less dangerous. The rumble was heard again, but it was from the same direction, the same unmoving spot again.
"Mikey!" The three shadows in the front yelled. The shadow in the back, Mikey, smiled and shrugged his shoulders as his stomach rumbled once more.
"I can't help it bros', I'm hungry!" Mikey protested, his sheepish grin never disappearing from his face. The second figure groaned irritably and doubled-over. The other two shadows did something of the same nature, both groaning and shaking their heads in disbelief and annoyance. The rumble from Mikey's stomach was heard again.
"Mikey! Can you be any louder?!" The second shadow asked, his arms crossed irritably over his plastron. The figures emerald green eyes showed anger and annoyance as he stared Mikey down.
"Calm down Raph! It's not the end of the world." The first shadow stated. The first shadow drew his stormy blue eyes to look at the second figure, Raph, as Raph glared back. Mikey and the third figure watched uneasily, both trying to draw their attention away from the two terrapins.
"Guys calm on, not this again." The third figure groaned, the Bo-staff he held in his right hand swinging around to almost whack Mikey in the head. The short turtle ducked before glaring at his older brother.
"Donnie, watch where you swing that thing!" Mikey yelled irritably, ducking once more as the third figure, Donnie, brought his weapon and placed it into its rightful holder. Donnie grinned sheepishly, shrugged and held out his hands in a "Sorry" gesture.
"Sorry, didn't mean to." Donnie apologized, turning his attention back to his tracker. For three ongoing days the tracker had been responding to a signal from somewhere deep in the heart of the sewers. By the third day, today, the brothers had set out to find whatever was causing the tracker to go off on its spree of beep, beep, beep.
"Donnie, how much farther?" The figure in the front asked, his hands free as he had placed his weapons back in their sheaths. Donnie looked down at his tracker, the machine making the steady beep sound they had heard for the past three days.
"Not much farther Leo." Donnie assured the first figure, Leo, his red eyes focused intently on the machine in his hands. "Just go forward for a few more minutes and then make a left when I say."
Leo nodded and led the team forward. Raph huffed impatiently, Donnie kept glancing at the tracker and then back up to see where they were, and Mikey folded his arms behind his neck and whistled a small tune over and over. In the front Leo rolled his eyes before picking up the pace.
For nearly ten minutes the brothers walked among the tunnels, relying only on Donnie's measly tracking device. The tunnels seemed to stretch on for ages, never yielding any other signs of life except for rats. Any other sounds besides dripping water, rats, and Mikey's stomach made the brothers stop for a few mere moments. There was always the possibility that something, anything, could be lurking among the maddening and deranged maze of tunnels. Whatever could be down here with them though, they knew it couldn't be a mutant.
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New World: The Darkness Rises (Discontinued for Time Being)
Hayran KurguRobotic World has been in a constant threat since the dawn of time. Darkness, a dark spirit of death, known by many names, has risen once more to try to claim the world as his own. Light Spirit, the one who created the first world of the Universe, m...
