TMNT (my way)

The Foot

Shredder's POV

It's been a few nights since I last encountered the turtles. They know that I exist, and that is a big problem. It's not like they know much about me, but knowing my fake name is already too much information.

Since they disagreed to being a part of my clan, I'll have to exterminate them. They are too much of a threat. If they find out my clan is for evil, they might want to stop it. That would be a problem for me.

I've been making plans. Plans with these people that I wonder how I even know them. I don't know of they'd even be considered real people, but I know them.

I understand that the turtles could be hard to fight considering they seem to have a lot of practice. I don't know what they're completely capable of, but they don't know what I'm capable of either.

I'll search for them throughout the week. I look every night for hours and hours for them to come out. Once I find them, I'll fight them. If I fail to kill them, I have a backup plan. The plan's a little unstable, but it'll have to work.

My lair is in an abandon warehouse. The streets aren't very busy and not a lot of buildings are around here. It's the perfect place for an illegal place to live and start an evil clan.

My clan isn't that big so far. I've got a few members and I'm working on making fighting robots. The ones I've made so far have many flaws. I can hardly get them to move. I guess I'm not that well at making things. I'm better at destroying them.

I used to live in Japan a while back. I moved to New York for several reasons. I don't go by my real name and I have reasons for that. Lets just say that it's better that nobody knows who I really am.

I'm currently working on the robots. The design is picked out, but the electronics are definitely not figured out.

What I'm trying to figure out is how to make them go faster. I've got the legs moving...enough, but they drag their feet on the ground. They also can take steps which happen to be very small ones.

I know I could hire a professional, but there are a few problems. Lets start off with the fact that I'm illegally living in a abandoned place! Also they'll probably question me about the robots, such as what they're for. And also they have to be programmed to fight!

I really hate making these, but what other choice do I have? I need to have them. They could be very useful at times.

After a while of trying to fix them, I gave up. I knew that my inpatients isn't helping me in this situation.

I checked the clock and saw the time.
7:00pm. It was time to start searching for them.

I went out of the room I was working in, and went to my thrown. I kneeled down beside it, and punched my password in to access my helmet.

I carefully took it out of the glass and placed it on my head. Next I shut it and made sure that it was locked. Once I knew it was locked, I got back up.

I called my clan over as I took a seat in my thrown. I have five other members. Four of the five already knew how to fight before they joined my clan. The other one I taught myself. At first she wasn't doing too well, but after a lot of practice she became one of my best students.

I sat at my thrown while they gathered around me, kneeled like they were taught. After all I was their master, so why wouldn't they treat me like it?

After a few moment I began to speak to fill them in about the plan. They don't know that I have a plan, but they'll find out soon enough.

"The other night I was going around the city, planning what to do next," I explained.

"Everything was normal until I saw something, mutants. They could fight well, but they refused to join us. I don't like the sounds of these guys. I want them exterminated!" I raised my voice.