Disclaimer: As the old fanfiction saying goes.... The ninja turtles doesn't belong to me. So please don't sue me and my empty wallet. But, I do own the original characters in this story, which will appear as the story goes on. So if you feel like borrowing them, please tell me first. I promise I won't bite.... hard. (Goes into creepy Austin Power's giggling).
A/N: Hi'ya there folks! I know me starting a new story might not be so bright, with me not being done with my other ones. Well, on 'Estranged' I'm kinda stuck. Will probably pick it up later. But I've got the rest of 'Deputy Housekeepers' all mapped out. So for those of you who worry - don't. I'm very close to finishing it. Therefor I thought I needed something else to write when that story's gone, and as I've had this idea on my mind for a quite a while, and decided that my next story was gonna be an action adventure, I figured: Go for it! While I have the basics of the story written down (facts, plot, OC's etc.) I haven't written anything besides this yet. So I don't know when I'll update next, other then that I will. But I'll probably put up the next chapter for 'D.P' first. Okay, I think everything should be clear now, although I might've even confused myself there, for a while. Anyway. Please don't forget to review. We all love reviews, don't we?
MORBUS X
by
Mickis
Genre: Action/Adventure/Romance
Language: English
Rating: PG13
Summary: The turtles, along with other captives, are brought to an underground prison, where an obsessive millionaire use them for medical experiments. But one of the four brothers finds himself drawn to the very fire that holds him captive.
Prologue
The manhole cover budged slightly before a scraping sound followed, as it was pushed to the side against the asphalt by an unknown force from underneath it. A man with short dark hair and a scruffy beard peaked his head out of the hole in the ground, inspecting the alley for any threats. He then quickly climbed out of the manhole, supporting himself on one of his arms as he rose to his feet. He waved down the hole, gesturing that it was clear, before he ran out from the alley and into the dark New York City night, his black leather coat dancing around his legs.
Not long after that, another hand reached up through the manhole, grabbing onto the asphalt to heave himself up. His head was covered in dark brown hair, although there was a bald spot on the top of his skull. With his left arm holding onto the wet concrete, he used his other to pull up something very heavy, judging by the strained look on his face. He climbed another step on the sewer ladder and revealed, along with the rest of his black dressed body, a limp form that he lifted in one of its arms.
The man had finally climbed enough to get both his legs onto the asphalt and kept his face turned towards the sewer hole, where he now used both of his arms to lift the heavy body onto solid ground.
"Preparado?" he asked another person, still inside the man hole. After getting a clear sign, he pulled the creature in its arms, revealing a shell on the back of the motionless body, as another man, his head completely shaved, pushed the creature on its thighs from inside the man hole. As the man on the ground had dragged the figure deeper into the alley, where the shadows hid it from anyone that might pass by, he turned to look towards the entry of the alley, as if waiting for something.
Barely a minute after that, the bald man climbed out of the manhole with one arm, lifting another body with the other, as another man, dressed in a New York Rangers-cap, helped from below to push the limp body onto the ground. The figure's masked head titled to the side as the bald man dragged it in its arms towards the other body, its shell scraping against the asphalt.
The sound of a powerful engine filled the silent night, and as the bald man climbed down the manhole with his cap wearing friend, a large military green van backed into the narrow alley, keeping most of the street light from getting inside. The man who wore the leather coat jumped out from the driver's seat and slammed the door shut behind him. He quickly opened up the back doors to the van before he hurried off to help his friend that had been watching the bodies, lifting one of them in its chained ankles as the bald man carried it by its wrists.
The two of them walked over to the van and tossed the body inside, as the other two came out of the sewer with yet another identical body. The bald man climbed inside the back of the van and pulled the creatures hands behind its shell, handcuffing them. Then, as the other two went back down the sewer, he helped his friend carry the second body into the van, handcuffing that one, as well.
When they were done, they had four handcuffed creatures lying unconsious in the back of their van.
The man in the leather coat got back into the driver's seat and started the engine, as one of his friends got in from the other side. After the shaved man had locked up the backdoors, he got around to the left side of the van and slid the side door open.
"Vamos!" he called to the Ranger's fan, who put the manhole cover back in its place. Deciding he could wait in the car, he got in and slid the door shut behind him. His friend was only seconds later and got in on the opposite side, shutting the door in the same manner.
After the engine had fired up, the van quickly drove out of the alley, its tires screeching as it made a sharp left turn and drove off into the night.