Stealthy Stories

[Askre]

Vicious Encounter will probaly rival Turtotopia in darkness. The Turtles are going up against a serial killer character of mine I have had for some time.

This is happening in the Movie universe, about five years after the first two movies (not taking the third one into consideration. Don't hate me third movie fans )


Disclaimer and Legal stuff:
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles®, including Raphael®, Michelangelo®, Leonardo®, Donatello®, April O'Neil®, and Splinter® are registered trademarks of Viacom International Inc. Based on characters and comic books created by Peter A. Laird and Kevin B. Eastman.

I do not own them in other words.

This story is written purely as a homage to the Teenage Mutant Turtles and not meant for any commercial profit or infringement on copyright. This story will immediately be removed if Viacom International wishes so.

The story, is copyright © 2005 by Hermann Gunnar Sigurðsson (Askre).

Sinda is © Hermann Gunnar Sigurðsson (Askre).
The species Ulfarians is © Hermann Gunnar Sigurðsson (Askre).


Warning: This story contains violence some slight language and implied adult situation, if you are of a sensitive mind or easily offended then you have been warned. This story is rated R

Sum: A friend of the turtles is attacked by a mysterious attacker, and by the looks of it he isn't quite off this world. The turtles are about to face one tough enemy.

Chapter 1 - The birthdayparty of Michelangelo.

“A-are you guys sure?” Michelangelo eyed slightly nervously into the kitchen. What he saw was his brother Donatello preparing pizza dough on the kitchen table.

“Don’t worry Mikey, I won’t burn anything. April is here to make sure of that,” the purple clad turtle indicated to his left where the reporter was stirring in a big bowl.

“Right April?” Don glanced at her unsure, the woman laughed.

“Yes, I’ll make sure that Donny doesn’t put anything on fire,” she answered shaking her head. But Mike wasn’t really convinced glancing back and forth.

“I want my food edible on my birthday, maybe we should just…”

“I will NOT ruin anything,” Donatello shook a finger towards his brother grinning wide. “And stay out of the kitchen, I know you want to come in, but the entrance is as far as we are going to allow you.”

Don then proceeded to flatten out the dough and took it into his hands. Half questionably he looked at Mike.

“So I just swirl it in the air like this?” he then threw the soon to be pizza bottom in the air. It didn’t come back down, Donny had thrown it too far and it was stuck to the ceiling, Mikey’s eyes widened in shock and terror at the sight.

“Um… oops,” Donatello grabbed for a broom in with the intention to use that to bring down the stuck dough.

“How on earth did you do that?” April looked up at the ceiling to her kitchen. Don started to poke the pizza bottom with the broom handle.

“Maybe I should…” Mikey was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Leonardo had appeared behind him and prevented him from entering.

“Ah, ah, ah,” the oldest turtle scolded the youngest. “No entering the kitchen birthday boy, you are not doing anything that remotely sounds like work on your day.”

“But I… Donny… pizza…” Mike was dragged protesting away from the entrance and to the living room. They both heard a triumphant shout as Donatello freed the dough from the ceiling.

“No, no excuses,” Leo laughed. “I would have thought you would enjoy this single day when we won’t allow you to do any work.”

“I do, I just want food on my birthday not ceiling paint,” Mike said just as Leo forced him down on the sofa beside Raphael who was watching the TV.

“I heard that!” Don shouted. Both Raph and Leo grinned.

“Raphael, you make sure that he doesn’t try and sneak into the kitchen, I am going to help Keno and Casey with the presents,” Leonardo instructed the second oldest who nodded and his grin became wicked. Mikey shuddered knowing that Raph was enjoying it way too much to be allowed to stop him at all costs, being much stronger than the orange clad turtle. Leo left them, Raphael glared at Mikey while cracking his knuckles.

“Now you just sit tight and enjoy some tube with your big brother, try do some work and I’ll break your legs to make sure you don’t work,” he teased nudging Mike with an elbow.

“Cool, so what’s on?” Michelangelo eyed the television set. “Ooh, Monster truck!”

***

“Wait, why exactly are we going over the presents?” Casey asked while handling a wrapped up box. Him, Keno and Leo were carefully piling up Mikey’s presents in April’s study room.

“Because Mike has had the uncanny habit year after year to try and peek too soon into his presents and Raph sometimes goes on an extra mean streak and switches the tags. I have memorized what name tag is supposed to be on each package so I’m making sure neither of them have been messing around,” Leo explained, both humans nodded understanding. Once finished two of them slumped down on a chair.

“Any of you guys catch the news yesterday?” Keno asked from his seat.

“Depends on what ya talking about,” Casey asked where he sat in his. Leonardo shook his head no in response to the question where he was making last double check over the pile.

“The two guys who were found near Central Park, they were pretty beat up cut and bruised,” the Asian boy recalled from yesterday’s newsflash. The older human figured out what the younger was talking about and nodded.

“Ah yeah, caught the end of it. Went completely wacko! Blabbed some insane nonsense about silver-gray monster,” he said. At that Leo looked up furrowing his brows.

“Well not to say anything but maybe it’s not as insane as it sounds, don’t forget the rumors about four turtle-monsters who appear from time to time and safe the day,” the turtle smirked slightly. Casey smacked his head, the human had to admit being so used to the mutants that he sometimes completely forgot.

“Yer right Leo of course,” he admitted sheepishly. They then noticed that Keno was shifting a bit nervously.

“So you guys didn’t hear the complete story at all?” he asked, both his friends shook their heads. “Well, you see one of the guys was raped.”

“Eh, come again?” Casey stared at Keno like the young man had mutated right in front of him. Leo’s jaw had dropped.

“Yeah, I’m telling you one of the guys, the younger one was brutally raped with addition of being almost cut up and well beaten. He was the one who was went completely nuts, the other one claimed to have been unconscious most of the time but was very hysterical as well,” Keno explained to them.

“How old were the men?” Leonardo asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

“22 and 24,” the younger human answered.

“Only slightly older than you, man,” Casey’s brow lifted in surprise and shock.

“I think the scary part was that both men were described to be very well fit,” Keno said.

“Well, I hope the police catches the perpetrator, rape is a horrible crime,” Leonardo said voicing the same thoughts and the two humans. Casey and Keno then rose from their chairs as their work was done in this room.

“April and Don will personally kill anybody who goes into the kitchen, just a friendly warning,” Leo told them as they left the room. They all three laughed.

***

His target was a woman, young, no older than 25 years old. She was hurriedly making her way down the street. It was still too crowded for him to strike, he didn’t want his presence known, at least not yet.

Silently and totally unseen he followed the woman, soon she went down a much less crowded street. A predatory grin emerged on his face, this was just too easy. But he didn’t care, the target had been selected and it was time to strike.

The woman was now starting to search in her purse for the keys as she came closer to the house with her apartment, oblivious to the shadow that followed her every single movement.

She was just about to use the key to open the door to the entryway when accidentally dropping them. Cursing her clumsiness the woman bent down to gather them up again, never hearing something big approach from behind.

Muscular arms wrapped around her just as the woman rose up again. She couldn’t scream as a big and strong hand went over it. With ease her attacker whisked her away from the door and into the darkness of a nearby alley.

She kicked for dear life but he was too strong, started to cry but knew he wouldn’t care. Further and further the woman was dragged against her will into the darkness, she tried to scream one more time but it was all muffled by the strong hand over her mouth. Then there was the voice.

It hit her just how wrong the voice sounded, it wasn’t gruff, rough or close to be disgusting. It was almost pleasant, lulling and comforting. But it had an accent unfamiliar to her ears.

“Don’t cry my sweet little thing and don’t struggle and this will all be over that much sooner,” the voice said and then there came insane cackle.

***

Michelangelo took a bite from the pizza slice and was mildly surprised to learn that it tasted really good. He glanced at Donatello who was himself eating a share of the food.

“Is this the pizza I saw on the ceiling earlier today dude?” he asked, everybody at the table snickered safe for Splinter who only smiled. Don sighed and glared at his smiling younger brother.

“No. We threw that away, I just made a new one,” he said. “Really, give me some credit here.”

“Well, you can’t blame him, we have tasted your previous attempts at cooking,” Raph shot grinning and consumed yet another slice of the birthday pizza. Don snorted returning his attention to the food.

“Now, leave Donny alone or there is no cake for you,” April scolded and to make a point raised a finger. Raphael raised an eye ridge at the threat. When the pizza was done both she and Donatello stood up and ordered everybody to sit tight.

“We are just going to clean up from this table and bring out the cake,” the woman explained.

“Whoo hoo, cake!” Michelangelo shouted happily.

The cake was slaughtered on record time, a big part of it disappeared straight into Mike who then leaned back in his chair very happy and with very, very full stomach.

Again it were only Don and April who cleaned things up, although Leonardo tried to insist that he and Raph could help. But he was shooed with the rest into the living room. And finally Mike was allowed to open his presents. The turtle jumped up and down in the couch as Leonardo and Casey started to gather up the packages in front of him.

“One, two, three…” Casey started to count the fingers on his hand after the youngest turtle snatched a package from his hand.

“What’s this… whoa dude new Nunchakus? Thanks Keno,” Mikey started immediately to swirl the weapons that came out of the box skillfully. But they were soon thrown aside and a new gift was ripped open. And for a moment there was little else being heard than this:

“Hey cool drawing book about backgrounds, exactly what I needed, thanks Leo.”

“Man, a Playstation, this is brand new stuff? Thanks April and Casey.”

“Raph, I have been looking for this movie everywhere? Thanks dude.”

“Cool Don, been looking for this game all over thanks bro.”

“I believe you have yet to open one more gift,” Splinter said and drew forth the last package. Mikey threw the game away and somehow managed to show a bit of restrain and took it gently from the sensei instead of ripping it from him. It turned out that the long and round gift was a scroll, old one.

“It is a scroll with many Japanese sayings,” the old rat explained. Mike dropped from the couch on one knee and bowed his head respectfully for his master, then looked up and hugged him.

“Thanks Master Splinter,” he said before letting his sensei go and sat back on the couch. Splinter only nodded smiling.

***

The chill air on the top of the building didn’t bother him. He kept himself in the shadow and stared over the city smiling wickedly. New York City was busy with life as usual although it was dark now and in the distance only the lights like many small dots could be seen.

“This has been good so far,” he mused scanning what he could see from where he was standing. “That bitch knew better than to struggle too much, I hope the next one will be just as tame.”

Slowly he disappeared further back into the roof, a large shadow that moved swiftly and silently.

“I think I’ll stay here a while, been more fun than the last places,” he said before jumping off the roof and to the next building. “And so far this city has been just perfect, easy hideouts.”

***

“Aaaah, that just feels too good,” Mike murmured, there was some grunt and curses nearby him.

“Mmmm, Raph anybody told you what powerful hands you have,” the orange clad turtle teased.

“I should use them for something more constructive, like jamming your head in,” his brother growled and pressed hard a sensitive spot.

“Whoa too hard,” Mikey looked up, he lay in the sofa with his legs resting in Raphael’s lap and was the hot tempered turtle massaging his younger brother’s feet.

“Of all the things you make me do, giving you a foot massage?” Raph then continued to curse heavily. Michelangelo smirked and then his head slumped back down, he sighed happily.

“Only one day though, with a personal servant tending my every need,” he said stretching his hand far. “Oh man I’m in heaven, you sure you never done this before bro?”

“Shut up,” Raphael grunted, he glared towards Leonardo who was reading a paper in nearby chair.

“Leo, tell me again why I have to do this?” he snapped. The oldest turtle didn’t even look up from his reading.

“You know the agreement we made, every year on each of our birthdays after the food and the presents, for the rest of the evening one of us is the personal servant of the birthday turtle,” Leo explained smirking slightly. “This year I had Donny, you had me, Donny got Mikey and Mike has you.”

“So quit complaining, you can start on the other foot again now, I think this one is changing into jelly in your hands,” Mike grinned teasingly at Raph who snarled something but started to massage the other foot.

“Jeez, You only had Donny help polishing your swords and get you snacks, and Donny only had Mike bring him food when he was hungry,” Raphael glared at his very happy baby brother.

“If I recall correctly I was your personal punching bag for your birthday,” Leo muttered.

“Later guys, I better get going,” Keno came running through the living room.

“Goodnight Keno,” Leo called.

“Yo Keno, don’t forget tomorrow,” Raph shouted but the only response was a wave from the young man.

“Thanks for the presents dude,” Mikey called just before Keno had left the apartment.

“Hm, we better go soon as well, it is getting late,” Leonardo eyed the clock, almost on cue both Donatello and Splinter walked in behind them came April.

“Thanks for holding my party April,” Mike smiled wide from where he lay.

“You’re welcome Mikey.”

“So had enough already? We are probably going by now,” Raph asked, he then rudely pushed Mike’s legs off him. The orange clad turtle grinned and rose up. Leonardo put the paper back and stood up from the chair as well.

Mikey’s presents were put in a box and the turtle held it protectively, Leo and Raph assisted their sensei out of the apartment. Don came last, they said good bye to their human friends and disappeared into the night.

Once back in the lair, Mike was quick to run too the subway car that served as his room and disappear into it with his prized possessions. Splinter retired to his room as well and Leo went to the dojo. Donatello disappeared into his lab and Raphael planted himself on the couch to watch some more TV. Michelangelo came then running with the new Playstation.

“Dude, we got to try this out,” he said enthusiastically, Raph shrugged since he was still just channel surfing and hadn’t hit on anything too important. The hot tempered one probably wanted to try this new console himself.

Mike made himself busy connecting the device but soon it was evident that the turtle had little idea what to do. He glanced back at Raph unsure.

“Um, you know how to connect this thing?” he asked, his older brother groaned.

“DONNY!” he then yelled, a turtle head normally wearing a purple bandanna peeked out of the lab.

“Yeees?” he asked raising an eye ridge.

“I don’t know how to connect this to the TV,” Mikey grinned and made his best ‘please, you are my favorite brother’ face. Don sighed heavily and stepped out of the lab. He walked to the set, shooed his brother away and began untangling the wires Mike had been trying to work with.

It didn’t take long for Donatello to do this and he was soon standing up as the Playstation menu was now on the TV screen. Mike quickly opened the console to put a disk in.

“So what are we playin’?” Raph asked as his brother handed him one of the controls.

“Uh, Tekken I think,” Mike answered, a grin came on the older turtle.

“Ah, so you want me to kick your little ass,” he said.

“In your dreams dude.”

They had been playing for few minutes when Mikey glanced at the clock, then he eyed Raph.

“You know, there are still two hours until you are off the hook,” he said smiling as sweetly as he could. Raph glared knowing that something was up.

“What do you want?” he growled.

“Well look, notice something missing?” Mike gestured around almost whipping Raphael with the controller cord.

“No what?” Raphael tried to fend off the cord.

“Snacks, something to drink? I mean we are playing video games,” Mikey said.

“Is that all you want?” Raph narrowed his eyes on the younger ninja who nodded furiously.

“Oh very well,” the hot tempered turtle growled standing up walking to the kitchen. Soon he had retrieved the refreshments and they started the game again.

“Mikey?” Raph said after a while.

“Yeah?” Mike tried desperately to beat his brother’s player but was having no such luck.

“Happy 20th birthday bro.”

End chapter 1

You see since this is happening in the movie universe the year is 1995, the first movie happened around 1990 and I can't see better than the second movie is supposed to happen just few days after the events in the first movie, so if the turtles are fifteen in 1990 it makes sense they are twenty in 1995 and that's when the Playstation was brand new.
And yes here I am assuming that there are few months age difference and the turtles just picked a day to hold their birthday and Mikey is the last turtle to have his birthday. I also know you usually get your birthday presents right away but I figured that maybe the turtles had birthday traditions so... ah well *shrugs*

and of course by all means point out anything confusing, errors or things that don't make any sense at all.
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Confusing the heck out of the world since 1983.

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"He never gives up!" - Storm Shadow about Snake Eyes.

[Thal]

Nicely done, dude. I love all your work.
this was kinda a painful chapter to read but I'm sure it'll get easier once you get into the whole 'there is a wacko killer/rapist dude on the loose and somehow the turtles will become involved' thing.
You're not gonna....oh god- you are, aren't you?! But I wonder to whom...

I would beg you to update soon, ramble about the various aspects of the plot, or gush over the quality of your work....but I don't want to get too monotonous soooo...

you might want to capitilize 'asian' in "the asian boy recalled from yesterday’s newsflash" and..."Went completely wacko, blabbed some insane nonsense about silver-gray monster" you need something stronger than a common to seperate that and....okay- I'm just gonna stop before both of us fall asleep

I'm not familiar with movie two but I doubt that will confuse me too much...I like how you described the wacko's voice...so...chilling.

You do evil dudes so well! it makes me wonder...
*eyes Askre warily*
maybe I should be nicer to you...

[Askre]

[Askre]

Warning the violence is staring and we are just beginning.


Chapter 2 - The discovery.

Keno stopped to make sure nobody was following or watching before stepping into the alleyway. This was his meeting place with Raphael.

It was daylight and the turtles usually avoided if possible to go topside then but Raph being who he was didn’t care that much anyway. The two were then going back to the subway lair, Keno couldn’t quite remember the way so Raph had agreed to meet with him to prevent the risk of the young man loosing his way in the sewers.

“I’m little early,” Keno looked at the watch on his wrist, he leaned up against the wall while waiting. He couldn’t help but being slightly nervous, the morning news had reported a young woman being brutally attacked and raped, almost identical to the two men found in Central Park. The woman had died in intensive care and so had one of the other men.

A soft thud caught the young man’s attention, he turned his head and expected to see an over five foot turtle in a trench coat. Instead he saw nothing.

Probably a cat, Keno thought shrugging turning his head away.

Something grabbed the front of his coat and before he realized what was going on he had been dragged further into the alley, out of sight from the street where he was thrown down to the ground.

But thanks to his martial arts training, Keno didn’t loose his senses and spun quickly on the ground before jumping up on his legs looking franticly for his attacker. He heard something that sounded like an ‘hm’.

Right in front of the young man a large bipedal creature materialized, it was over 6 feet tall and muscular. The head was wolfish with a bit square and long muzzle, the ears were wide. Its whole body was covered in a silver-gray fur, even on the fingertips. It only wore leather shorts in the same color and his fur. Encircled around his waist was a belt with many canisters and on the middle was something that looked like a small device.

The creature had its hands semi-folded one hand under his chin while staring with reddish looking eyes at the very surprised boy thoughtfully.

“Good move there boy, I take it you will not be going down easily,” it smirked. It spoke English but there was a heavy accent, the voice sounded normal though in Keno’s ears.

“W-who are you?” the human asked. But the creature made no response, dropping the small smile it approached frowning.

“Hey, whoa no closer,” Keno had the gut feeling he didn’t want this guy too close. But his warning was ignored so he spun in an attempt to kick.

The young man didn’t even have a change to be surprised at the speed, the creature ducked and then grabbed his air born leg. Then he pulled harshly tripping the human.

Keno rolled away and jumped back up, his eyes widened as the creature pulled up knifes from his canisters and was in attack position. But what disturbed him the most was the strange smile now on the wolfish muzzle.

“You are a feisty little fellow, I think I’m really going too enjoy you,” he said, the tone in the voice gave the human chills. Keno had no doubts about it now, he was facing the same person and had attacked the two men.

Raph, please hurry, he thought as the creature attacked.

***

Raphael climbed up the ladder and carefully with the tip of one sai raised the lid of the man hole, making sure that nobody could see it open up so unexpectedly. He heard a commotion and was about to duck back down when he recognized the voice that cried in pain.

Keno, Raphael flung up the manhole cover and was up on the street almost in the same move. With sai ready he looked for his friend in the alley.

What he saw was Keno bleeding badly from wounds all over his body, lying on the ground and standing over him a large silver-gray furred wolfish creature that was putting knifes in a canister on its belt.

“Hey you, step away from him,” the turtle growled pointing his weapon towards them. The creature looked up slowly almost like he didn’t care much about the order. He raised an eyebrow when seeing the mutant.

“And what are you supposed to be?” the creature asked not moving an inch. It stared at Raph with a sneer.

“The name’s Raphael and you are standing too close to my friend, move away,” the turtle growled approaching. The wolfoid sighed shaking his head.

“The same old routine, step away from the hostage, bla, bla, bla,” he turned to completely face the turtle folding his arms. “Better be careful with those, they might hurt you kid.”

Raphael demonstrated easily that he wasn’t the one going to be hurt by the sai as he spun them in his hands skillfully, but the creature didn’t look impressed. Just as quickly as the ninja with his weapon the wolfoid drew up his knifes again.

“I hate being interrupted,” the creature growled and approached Raph with a threatening glare.

“Well I hate seeing my friends attacked,” Raph snapped back as they connected into a battle.

Shit he’s strong, Raphael had just barely ducked a heavy blow from his opponent, the wolfoid’s fist hammered into the wall but the creature showed no indication of pain, only slight growl that sounded more like disappointment.

It was taking all his skills to gain the upper hand in this battle, Raph would kick and the other would simply duck quickly or block the shot with a hand. Punches were either evaded or blocked, and Raph had to stay very focused to do exactly the same when his opponent retaliated.

Occasionally a sai would try to slash but was blocked with a knife and vice versa, Raphael realized that they were evenly matched, just as quick and agile and the only difference was height and strength.

“I don’t have time for this,” the creature growled finally after they had been going on for some time. Raphael was becoming visibly tired and his opponent didn’t look so good either. Raph launched preparing to give his hardest kick yet, but the wolfoid suddenly punched the center of his belt and completely vanished from view.

The ninja turtle stood with foot in air and jaw dropped in shock. He stood up straight looking franticly around but saw nothing.

Must have bolted, Raph thought when nothing happened for a moment. He then quickly knelt beside Keno who had lost consciousness due to blood loss. Gently the still disguised turtle picked up the young man and carefully made his way out of the alley hoping to be able to drop him at a hospital with out being noticed too much.

***

Kergja! What was that? He thought, standing once again atop a building. Nobody could see him, not with his belt on. Looked like something reptilian, I spotted a shell under that coat of his, hurt my bloody foot when kicking that.

He was fuming, loosing his prey for some strange non-human creature that had fought viciously and with such skills that it put him almost to shame.

Gingerly he rubbed his upper arm where the reptilian had scored a hard hit, he had been surprised at the speed and agility of it, and it had been strong. Not as strong as him but still strong enough, some of the hits had actually hurt. Not that he would ever admit that.

It can’t be cold blooded, unless it got some screwed up system that… Saffgrath I should rip his little throat out for that, oh he is so going to pay for that insult, how dares he to face me and almost beating me. That bloody no good reptile will suffer, making me, Sinda, look bad.

***

“Raph? Weren’t you going to…” Leo fell silent when he saw his brother climb down the ladder to the lair, his coat bloody and the turtle was limping slightly.

“Raph what happened?” the blue clad one rushed to his brother who looked just about ready to explode. “Where is Keno?”

“Attacked,” Raph finally lost his footing being exhausted both after the battle and trying to bring medical attention to their human friend. Leonardo caught him before he fell to the floor and supported him to the couch further in the old subway station.

“Don and Mikey went out to get some pizza since Keno was coming, Master Splinter i…,” Leo froze when he saw the cuts on Raph’s arms when helping his brother out of the coat. “I’ll get antibiotics and bandage, just stay here.”

Raph was just too tired to make any comment, very tiredly and grimacing in pain he removed the hat from his head. The older turtle swiftly returned with the medical equipment from Donatello’s lab and for the next minute said nothing, just tended the wounds on his brother. Raph was very relieved not to be bothered by questions just yet.

“You weren’t attacked by the whole Foot clan again?” Leo tried to joke but saw from the expression on Raphael that this was nothing to be joking about.

“Somebody…somebody was attacking Keno, cut him up badly. I just barely arrived, I fought him or it… Leo I have no idea what the hell that was, it wasn’t human,” the red bandana turtle told in a low voice. Leonardo frowned, the cuts were obviously knife wounds.

“Is Keno all right?” he asked, Raphael didn’t respond right away. Slowly he looked at his brother then slowly shook his head.

“He is in intensive care, I managed to get him to April’s and she took him to the hospital… the doctors told her… told her that he might not make it… so many wounds, lost too much blood,” Raph tightly shut his eyes snd hammered his left fist on the arm of the couch. “If I had been five minutes faster, FIVE minutes and he would be ok.”

“Raph you couldn’t have known, at least you saved him. You fended off his attacker, Raph you did the best you could,” Leo said putting a hand reassuringly on his brother’s shoulder who was too exhausted to shrug it off.

“What has transpired here?” Splinter appeared out of his room where he had been in meditation. He looked at both Leo and Raph waiting for explanation.

“Raphael went to get Keno, but Keno was attacked. Raphael arrived just in time to chase off his attacker,” Leonardo explained since the other turtle was starting to nod into sleep although he tried stubbornly to stay awake. “Keno is now in hospital but it is feared he might not make it.”

“He will… he is a stubborn bastard… just like me,” Raph forced a smirk on his face.

“You battled his attacker Raphael?” Splinter walked closer and hardly needed his son’s confirmation, the sheer amount of bandages on his arms and shoulders just spoke volume.

“Meh, should see the other guy,” the hot tempered turtle noticed how his sensei was looking at him.

“You should go and rest Raphael, you will tell us everything once you have regained enough strength,” the rat instructed. Raph naturally protested but a stern gaze from the Master shut him up. The turtle even allowed Leonardo to pull him up and support him to his room.

“Are you sure that’s how it was done?” Mikey’s voice could be heard from the top as two turtles were arriving with fresh food.

“That’s the only way, there is no way he or any stunt double could have done that,” Don responded.

“Dude, he doesn’t use stunt doubles, there isn’t anybody large enough for him,” Mike started to climb down the ladder, somehow balancing two pizza boxes with one hand during his descend.

“That’s why I said they used a dummy,” Donatello came right behind him also holding pizza in one hand.

“What about the cloaking device, you think that’s possible?” the orange clad turtle asked as his feet touched the floor.

“It was more of an advanced camouflage suit since his outlines could be seen if you were staring straight at him. A cloaking device would indicate that he was completely invisible,” his brother responded. “But I doubt that it possible, for one to render something completely invisible would require huge amount of energy.”

“The device seemed to short out if it was in touch with water,” Mike commented and his brother nodded in agreement. “Hey everybody, we got pizza!”

“Guys, Keno was attacked,” Leonardo came out of Raphael’s room where he had helped his brother to bed. The two younger turtles looked at him shocked.

“Raphael rescued him just in time, Raph is resting and will tell us about it when he wakes up. Keno is in the hospital,” the blue clad turtle explained.

“Is…is Keno ok?” Mike asked. Leo walked to his brothers wondering how too break the news.

“He is in intensive care,” he told them.

***

He grimaced as he finished the last stitch on his side, he hadn’t been expecting to fight somebody as skilled as this reptile creature so Sinda had been forced to break into a pharmacy and steal the necessary items.

Kergja, he wounded me more than I thought, he growled and stroke a palm over his face and muzzle. “The humans are easy to deal with as paranoid as they are when they think they are alone in the universe, but that creature. Saffragath.”

He looked around the old empty apartment he was in. The alien had taken temporary refuge in an abandoned apartment complex. Sinda eased himself down to the floor to rest, he refused to think or say it but he was exhausted after the fight.

I’m getting old, six years ago I would have torn that little sumat into pieces, he took of the belt and began to examine the device that was on the middle of it. He drew a long knife out of one canister and began using it as a screwdriver to tighten what looked like screws on it.

I need more information on this creature, but I haven’t so far seen any more of them, only humans, he fastened the belt back on grimacing a bit when he stressed the wound on his side. Then Sinda frowned when a realization hit him, he looked at the belt, there was a spot on it where there was a slight gap between the rows of canisters on it.

“KERGJA!” He shouted. “I lost the Saghjan dimension traveler. SAFFRAGATH!”

Ignoring his tiredness and injures he rose up and punched the device on the belt. He instantly disappeared from view and few seconds later a door opened all by itself and then slammed so hard it broke off the hinges.

***

“Raphael said this was the place where he fought him,” Leonardo looked around in the dark alley. He could see dry blood on the ground, evidences of the fight. Donatello was examining exactly the spot where Keno had lain.

The turtle and purple then edged himself towards another spot, he wasn’t sure what he was looking for. Raphael had mentioned that the only clothes the creature wore had been shorts and the belt.

Mikey was staring at few cracks on the brick wall were the creature had punched it, a slight worry passed his mind. If this guy was strong enough to crack a wall, a turtle shell wouldn’t be that much of a problem. Leonardo appeared behind him and saw the same thing.

“I wonder what we are dealing with now Mikey, by Raph's description it could be a mutant but Don isn’t as sure about that,” the blue clad turtle said. Mike reached out with his hand to touch the cracks.

“Raph is lucky this punch didn’t hit his skull,” the orange ninja muttered.

“Probably an alien we are dealing with, look what I found,” Donatello came walking holding what looked like a very complicated pocket calculator. The turtles gathered around to look at the device.

“The buttons clearly have letters on them, just not letters from any alphabet I’m familiar with. And the metal it’s made of doesn’t look or feel very familiar. See this screen, it looks like an LCD monitor but it isn’t, it’s something else,” Don weighted the device in his hand. “It’s not heavy but not light either.”

“But what is it?” Leonardo asked.

“Beats me, could just as well be a glorified alien calculator,” his intelligent brother shrugged. “I need to take it with me to the lab to do further tests and determine what it is.”

“Hey you think that could be from the alien?” Mike noticed a tuft of hair, very small stuck on the side of the device. Donatello took a closer look and saw it was silver-gray in color, just like Raphael had described the fur color.

“I think it is Mikey, now I can do even further tests and see what we are up against at least confirm if it is a mutant or not,” the purple ninja said. “Although I think the device confirms the alien part.”

“Then it was good thinking we came here to examine this spot, I bet Raphael’s opponent misses his device and will return for it,” Leo looked around warily. “Don what did you think about Raph’s account that it vanished into thin air.”

“Raph was probably already tired from the fight and thought it vanished, the creature probably just bolted very quickly away,” Donatello was examining the device closer, careful not to dislodge the hairs that were stuck on it since he had nothing to carry them with.

“Yeah, that’s possible,” Leonardo nodded, he glanced at Mikey who was scratching his head and seemed thoughtful. “Something wrong?”

“No, just wondering,” the younger turtle muttered. Don looked up and now both he and Leo stared at their brother.

“If it is an alien, wouldn’t he need a ship or something to come here?” he asked, Donatello nodded.

“Ok, just wondering,” the orange clad ninja shrugged, but Don wasn’t ready to drop the brought up subject.

“Mike touched a good point, if this is an alien, he would need to come here on a ship and it couldn’t be very small ship since he would be traveling great distances, Earth is pretty lonely in its corner of space, I don’t recall any strange sightings in the news or in any paper lately,” he said.

“Well except for the reports about a silver gray monster from one of its victims, and we have short of confirmed its presence, Raphael at least,” Leo pointed out.

“Maybe so, but it is still going to need some short of transportation to come here,” Don lifted his hands in a shrug and accidentally pressed a button on the device. The three turtles jumped away when suddenly a black portal opened right beside the purple clad turtle.

“Y-you think we found the transportation?” Mikey asked wide eyed. Don approached the portal slowly, ready to touch it but Leo grabbed his wrist.

“Wait,” he then picked up a loose brick and threw it through as soon as it was gone the portal collapsed almost instantly.

“Woah, and I was ready to try and go through,” Don gulped realizing that he might have been stuck on the other side.

“Try it again,” Leonardo ordered and his brother obeyed, pressing the same button. The portal opened and this time Leo pulled out a katana and carefully stabbed the portal. Half of the sword disappeared but this time the portal didn’t collapse.

“Hm, it seems that if there is a presence in the portal it doesn’t close instantly,” Donatello noted and approached the portal again.

“Be careful Donatello,” his older brother warned just as Don put his head through the portal but almost instantly pulled it back, eyes wide in shock.

“There is a whole forest on the other side,” he gasped. “This doesn’t transport to a ship, this transport to another world. I didn’t recognize the trees at all, they were way to alien to be earth species.”

“So our mystery alien is from another dimension,” Leo frowned and pulled back his katana. The portal didn’t collapse.

“Hm, you have to go through the portal for it too collapse, it must be a safety feature, wow this species must be far technologically superior than us to be able to build hand held dimension travelers with such safe portals,” Don was slack jawed and his two brothers could almost swear he was drooling. Mikey picked up another brick and threw it through, now the portal collapsed proving Don’s theory.

“Technologically superior or not, it doesn’t change the fact that the owner of this device is a killer and deadly in combat,” Leonardo sheathed his sword, his brow was dropped in a heavy frown. “And attacked and almost killed our friend.”

“Maybe he is a criminal among his species, maybe we should go through and notify their authorities, first he has a dimensional device like this then it’s only logical that they would be able to send us back,” Donatello suggested.

“If they can go between worlds, who is to say that he came to this one from his own world?” Leo asked. “I don’t want to risk us to get stuck, we maybe know how to open a portal now but do we really know how it works?”

“Uh no,” Don was slightly embarrassed. “And there is no guarantee that if we go over that the device will open a portal back home.”

“Then unless you somehow figure out how it works, we have to deal with this alien,” Leonardo began to look around. “Let’s go home with our finding, I’m sure he will be looking for this device of his but before we engage him we better talk with Master Splinter.”

His younger brothers didn’t argue and shortly later they had disappeared down the nearby manhole. Mikey had hardly closed it behind him when a dark shadow landed in the alley and began scouring the ground.

“Kergja,” he snarled and disappeared once more.

End Chapter 2

And our villain is revealed, he stars in his own series called the TaoSHH series and is available for reading here on the forum. There is even a profile with him here. And yes he has an Ego problem, and Raph just made him look bad, that is not a good combination.

For those wondering, Mikey and Don are discussing the movie Predator.

Here are translation to some of the alien words Sinda says:

Kergja: In it's true meaning it means 'failure' or not achieving something. As a curse word thought it is the closest to our 'damn'

Saffgrath: Basically it once meant 'to go to the toilet' now it is related to somebody shouting 'shit'

Saffragath: I know the word is similar to the one above but in truth it has another meaning, basically this is like if somebody shouting the F-word.

sumat: This is not a curse word persay, as sumat is a domisticated creature from Sinda's home world, very similar to our cats just much more domisticated than them. But it has a reputation of being slightly filthy, unlike our cats, thus it isn't really appreciated to be called a sumat.

Saghjan: Similar to our 'hell'. But used like Sinda did in this case it can also mean 'damn'.


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[Thal]

Err... I wait so long to review I've completely forgotten anything useful to say...ugh! No worries though- I'll probably read this like a dozen times and I'll just edit this post later to add in some helpful shit.
You know I'm like addicted to your work? Seriously- I have a sucky day so I'll come home and reread one of your fics then everything looks a lot better.
...I wonder if it is possible to get high off fanfiction...
*realizes how stupid that sounded*
Well this rocks- keep up tha good work!

[Askre]

High of fanfiction? Hm I wonder if there is a support group for that


Well I'm flattered that my fics seem to be able to make your day look better, I just write because I think it's fun,
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[Artykidd]

I am truly enjoying this. I would love to see Raph square off against this guy again, and beat him to a bloody pulp. Ready for more so update soon, 'kay?
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[Askre]

I hope to have the next chapter up next week

I have to warn you guys though that this particular story won't be as long as Turtotopia, this story serves more as an introduction and really could just be considered a one very long prologue.

Part 2 will be longer and part 3 will be in two parts.

I'm writing this as a triology under the name TMNT vs Sinda.
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[Askre]

Finally I got around to finish chapter 3, I remind people that this is happening in the movie universe, after the first two movies, the third one is not taken into account.
So yes in this story April is a reporter. Although I have toned down the pizza love

Chapter 3. - First attack

“Hm,” Splinter sat in his chair and in one old hand was the device the three turtles had found. He carefully examined it with out touching any of its buttons before handing it back to Donatello who was kneeling nearby.

“This is a grave matter my sons, by Raphael’s account this ‘visitor’ is highly skilled in combat and very strong as well,” he addressed all four turtles who sat around in the living room. Donatello and Leonardo were closest, Raph was partly lying on the couch although his legs were stretched out on the table and Michelangelo sat cross legged on the floor.

“But it is clear what must be done, either we expel this creature back from where it came from or we destroy it. It is clearly someone who lacks respect for live, our young friend Keno can vouch for that as well as the other victims,” the aged rat closed his eyes shaking his head. “Be careful my sons, I fear this will not be an easy task.”

“Well he or what ever it was won’t go much with this,” Don glanced at he device in his hands. “But I guess we could use it to open a portal and force him through it.”

“First we have to find him,” Leo said from his kneeling position, he was stroking his chin thoughtfully. “Although I suspect that if we linger above ground long enough we will run into him.”

Mikey found it odd that Raphael wasn’t adding his cents into the discussion, the orange clad turtle almost expected his hot headed brother to state his dearest wish for revenge against the creature that hurt Keno so badly, after all the turtle seemed to make good friends with all the humans the turtles knew.

Mike turned his head towards the couch and saw his bandaged up brother half laying there, arms folded and looked very distant. He eyed back to the others who still were discussing what to do possibly and how. Leo seemed to want simply to do a full out search and Splinter advised caution and Donatello seemed somewhere there between.

The youngest ninja carefully untangled his legs and then crawled to the couch. Raph didn’t even acknowledge him, just stared into air with that heavy frown. Mike reached out with his hand, grabbed Raphael’s shoulder and carefully shook him.

“Hey Raph you ok?” he asked in a low voice. The red clad turtle blinked like he was waking up and then looked around slightly confused before fixing his gaze on Mike.

“Huh? Wha?” he said then narrowed his eyes. “What ya want Mikey?”

“Uh, you looked so distant,” Mike quickly explained, Raphael was staring at him his eyes almost burning holes into the younger brother.

“Just leave me alone,” he snapped pushing Mikey slightly away from him and the couch. Mike fell back and landed on his butt, the other three turned their attention to the two turtles.

“Something wrong my son?” Splinter addressed the red clad turtle that sighed frustrated and annoyed.

“Just tell me when we are going after that shitbag and I’m ready, ready to stick my sai into his gut,” Raphael growled.

“It might not be as simple as that I’m afraid,” Leo responded but as he didn’t feel like going into argument he quickly added. “We will all go after him, don’t worry.”

“Good,” the red clad turtle grunted.

***

“Great, I’m stuck here,” Sinda snarled as the large alien paced around the dark room.

“Somebody must have wandered into the alley and taken the traveler… or maybe that reptile creature?” he stopped pacing and stared out of the nearby window, he could see over the city from it.

“And so far all I have got are rumors, rumors about some short of reptiles,” he shook his head sneering in disgust.

“Well if it was so stupid to pick up my traveler, and it was stupid enough to come to that human’s rescue then I bet he will come to other’s rescue. I guess it’s time for me then to leave him a little message,” he absently picked up two knives from two canisters and lazily spun them on his fingers. “But how, or what kind of message.”

“He could talk intelligently and his cranium was large in proportion to body size so he probably is intelligent enough. And you don’t fight like this with out learning it, so he has a teacher or at least knows somebody. He must be able to watch the news,” the alien’s wolfish muzzle now smiled wickedly.

“And getting on the news is just what I do best, he spoke the human language called English so my message must be in that one,” he put the knifes back into the canisters and began pacing once more. “Well suppose I have a plan now. Time to execute it.”

Sinda halted once more and punched the buttons on the device fastened to his belt. As he disappeared from view he smiled even more wickedly and from his enclosed mouth came a short but evil chuckle.

He is really going to regret both messing with me and steal my traveler.

***

“Are you feeling better?” Leo asked when Raphael walked into the kitchen the next morning. His brother had removed all the bandages so what was left of his wounds were visible.

“Feeling good enough to kill,” Raph growled as he began preparing himself some breakfast, cereal in a bowl and a toast.

Leonardo restrained his urge to say anything, for some strange reason he didn’t want to tell Raph that they might not have the chance to go that far against the alien. Instead the blue clad turtle was content on just watching his brother for a moment before resuming his own breakfast, a toast.

Wait, Leo didn’t say anything about me wanting to kill? Raph did notice the lack of lecture from his older brother. In fact ever since he had arrived injured and exhausted yesterday, Leonardo had been amazingly tolerant with him.

“We will contact April later today and see if there were any more sighting, then tonight we will all four go out and hunt him down,” Leo explained.

“Sounds like a plan,” Raphael began eating his food. “How was morning practice?”

We let Raphael sleep in and he actually asks about practice? It was Leo’s turn to be slightly surprised. “We had a good session, Donny finally managed that pole vault trick that he has been having troubles with. Mikey was a bit absent minded during mediation but that is nothing new.”

“No, it would be news if he wasn’t,” Raph chuckled.

“I heard that,” Mikey grunted as he walked into the kitchen. Both older turtles couldn’t help it and laughed.

“Ha, ha very funny,” the orange clad ninja snorted and walked to the fridge.

“Leo when we are done with breakfast I want a sparring session,” Raphael addressed the blue wearing turtle. Leo stopped in mid-bite of his toast.

“You… you want what?” Leonardo asked but somehow managed to hide how slightly startled he was. Raph glared at him.

“Are ya deaf? I said I wanted to train after breakfast,” he growled.

Ok that’s still Raphael, Leonardo hid now his surprise and simply nodded. “All right, after breakfast we train.”

“You ok Raph?” Mikey looked at Raphael as he was sitting down with his cereal bowl. But only a snort came from the red clad turtle.

“You better have made coffee Leo or I…” Donatello stopped in the kitchen doorway and narrowed his eyes on the coffee maker. It was full of warm black liquid. Cackling evilly the purple turtle rushed to it to fill a mug.

“You know I always do Don,” Leonardo smiled and drank from his own mug.

“I swear I have turned that bloody device upside down and to the sides and all I can do is turn on the portal, I have no idea what makes it work,” the intelligent turtle sat down at the table with his brimful mug.

“So you can open a portal, isn’t that enough?” Raph asked. Don sighed and shook his head.

“Opening a portal is not enough, I want to open the portal,” he said earning a confused look from three brothers.

“Look, I can only open a portal to the same place. Where ever that is. I don’t know if I can open a portal that would lead home, nor can I switch the place it opens too. Considering how complicated the device is, it must be possible,” Don explained.

“What ever,” Raph waved him off and stood up to clean his bowl, Leonardo rose from his seat as well. After the two turtles had finished cleaning they left the kitchen for extra training.

“And I have confirmed that this is not a creature from earth,” Don called after them.

“What was your first clue?” Raphael called back. “My description or the dimension gadget.”

“So Mikey what will be watched next?” Don turned to his younger brother. He and Mikey had began weekly ritual of renting and watching a movie together, occasionally other family members would watch too but most of the time the two youngest turtles had the TV set alone. Then the reminder of the week until next movie day they would discuss the various special effects and other things when time allowed.

“Enough space aliens, how about something in the fantasy genre?” Mike suggested, Donatello shrugged in response.

“Fine by me, but should we delay it until we have finished with the alien. Who knows how long it will take us to get rid of it,” Don sipped from his mug.

“Yeah sure, I kind of want to get my hands on that creep myself for what he did to Keno,” Mike took the bowl in his hands and moving the brim to his lips he began drinking the leftover milk.

“I’m going to figure this traveler out some more,” Don stood up still holding the mug. Mikey just nodded while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Leo and Raph went to train, I think play some more video games,” Mike jumped up and skipped out of the kitchen in an orange/green flash.

Wait, did he say Raph? Don just barely managed to safe his mug from the gust his little brother had created.


***

Inside the dojo, two turtles sparred. Their movements were swift and the concentration was heavy on their faces. One wielded twin sai and the other two katana swords.

Leo could see now why Raph wanted to spar, his brother was frustrated and angry. But apparently the punching bag was not good enough too went it out, he needed an opponent who fought back. The blue clad one was more than happy to be that person.

Their weapons clashed when meeting each other when either one blocked, or they just barely missed. They would never harm each other when using the real weapons in practice, their training enabled them to stop at the last moment.

“Try not to hit too hard Raph, you might reopen some of your wounds,” Leo noticed that Raphael was accelerating his pace. His kicks and punches were becoming swifter.

“Don’t care,” his younger brother growled trying to deliver a punch that his opponent dodged.

“Raph I can understand that you are angry. But don’t overdo anything,” Leonardo crouched and kicked trying to sweep Raphael off his feet, but his brother simply jumped.

“I am not,” the hot tempered turtle growled delivering a dragon punch Leo blocked with his left hand.

“I’m not trying to lecture you Raph, I just don’t want you to hurt yourself unintentionally,” the blue turtle jumped when his brother attempted to sweep him off his feet. Raphael’s answer surprised him.

“I know,” he grunted and tried spin-kicking. Leo had hesitated so the foot landed on his plastron sending him straight to the floor. Raphael instantly jumped with sai ready to strike and landed on top of his brother who just managed to block with his katana the fork shaped weapons.

“Raph? You are angry I can see that, but… this isn’t your usual anger. Normally you would be pummeling your punching bag, or it’s almost deadly to utter a word too you,” Leonardo observed from the floor. Raphael stared down at him, he was using his normal angry expression the older turtle was all too familiar with.

“I have been thinking,” Raph simply stated and stepped off Leo and helped him up. “I gave that son of a bitch all I had and it wasn’t enough. I was at a boiling point and at most I gave him a flesh wound on the side. I can take three Foot soldiers out in a one kick, but I was getting nowhere against that piece of garbage.”

“Did it feel like when we went against the Shredder?” Leo asked.

“No, it was different. I had the upper hand in some areas, I used moves he wasn’t familiar with. But he leveled it out with stuff I had never seen before,” Raphael spun the sai knives with both hands, his anger slowly subsiding to lukewarm.

“On top of that he is large and strong, Raphael I know you wont like this but can I ask you not to go up against him alone again. Not unless it’s the only way?” Leonardo asked, Raph narrowed his eyes clearly not liking this idea.

“Just in case, until we truly know what we are up against,” he added.

“All right,” Raph grunted and then posed in a battle position. “Another round?”

“Ok you got the training bug, you think you can infect Don and Mikey with it too?” Leo smirked as he readied himself with the katana.

“Now don’t expect miracles Leo,” Raph chuckled and attacked.

“I can dream can’t I,” his brother said while blocking the sai coming at him from the right.


***

“Arrg NOO!” Mikey shouted dramatically holding his head. The controller to his Playstation lay in his lap and on the TV monitor stood in bright letters ‘game over’.

“I was so close,” he pouted with arms crossed. The orange clad turtle glared at the TV, a message asking if Mike wanted to continue or not blinked.

“All right, I’ll go grab some snack and then continue,” he stood up from the couch and skipped to the kitchen. But when he returned holding a bowl of popcorn and a soda can the living room had been invaded. Donatello had emerged from his lab and turned off the console to see the TV.

“Donny, I was playing a game,” Mikey complained but Don raised a hand to shush him down.

“Ssh, I want to see the news,” the purple clad one said where he stood in front of the set.

“Oh, anything interesting?” Mikey walked to the couch and sat down, Don shifted out of the way so he could see.

“I’m afraid so,” Donatello muttered pointing at the TV with the hand holding the remote. Mikey gasped at the sight.

“Leo! Raph!” Don called, the two older turtles came running from the dojo. The purple wearing ninja instantly gesturing them to see what was on. Both froze when seeing the news report.

“The police is still trying to determine the meaning of the ghastly message, written in the blood of the murder victim. But it is clear that the murderer is after someone,” said the familiar voice of their friend April O’Neil. Behind her was a wall and on the wall was something written.

“What does it say, what does it say?” Mikey asked, squinting his eyes to try and read it.

“I can’t see it properly, the police men are in the way,” Don tried peering closer but no avail. The image of April switched to a news anchor at Channel 3 and in one corner was a blank image with the words ‘Another murder victim’.

The turtles learned this was not a live feed since the phone rang few seconds after the report was done. Leo was the quickest to recover and rushed to the phone.

“Yes this is Leo,” he said.

“Leo? This is April, did you see the report?” she asked franticly.

“Yes April we did,” the turtle answered.

“Did you see the message?” the woman was nervous, very nervous. Leonardo tried to clam her down before he answered.

“Ok calm down, it’s all right. No we didn’t get the message, there were police officers in the way,” he didn’t like the silence on the other end, April was holding her breath trying to calm her self down.

“A homeless guy was killed and using his blood a message was written on the wall and I think it is meant for you guys,” April finally said.

“April, what was the message?” Leo asked as calmly as he could. The turtle was starting to suspect from who it was.

“It said, ‘Reptilian creature. You have something that belongs to me. You better meet me on the rooftops tonight and return it or I’ll kill another, and another and another...’ the letters came smaller and smaller always repeating ‘and another’,” the woman said. “Leo is this from the same creature that Raphael fought?”

“April… I’m afraid so,” the blue clad turtle sighed. “Don’t worry, we will handle this.”

“Be careful,” the woman whispered, Leonardo assured her that they would before he hung up.

“Guys,” he turned to face his waiting brothers. “The alien Raph fought has asked for his gadget back, he kill more people if we won’t return it.”

“So what do we do?” Don asked nervously fiddling with the remote. Raphael didn’t say a word but his face clearly showed what he wanted. Mikey had turned in the couch and sat on his knees waiting for Leo’s reply.

“It’s quite simple, we return it,” Leonardo answered. “We have no other choice.”


***

It was near midnight when four shadows landed on a rooftop of a building close to the alley where Keno was attacked. Leonardo had one hand on a single katana but didn’t draw it up while surveying the area.

Raphael was next to him, both sai drawn and he was ready to launch at anything that remotely looked wolfish and was silver-gray. From the rear came Donatello and Michelangelo, they sneaked warily behind their older brothers.

“You sure this is the right roof?” Don whispered and grasped his bo tighter, on his belt hung the device.

“He didn’t specify any roof,” Leo answered. “But I suspect that he would mean the area where he met with Raphael.”

“Now just where is that son of a bitch,” Raph growled, they all crept closer to the ledge. Now they could see clearer to the next roof.

“If he is as eager to get his device back as we are to get rid of him, he’ll come,” the katana wielding turtle stated while peering over the area. But there was no sign of movement.

A thud from behind prompted all four turtles to quickly turn around with weapons drawn and ready. But all they could see was the empty rooftop. Leonardo frowned and tightened the grip on his swords. He was starting to wonder if Raphael hadn’t been imagining the disappearance of the creature.

“Hello?” the blue masked turtle called finally and then gestured for Don to lift the device. “We have brought back the device like you requested.”

No answer, Mikey eyed his brothers nervously. He had this uneasy feeling that they were being watched, studied. The orange clad turtle was too close to the others to spin his nunchakus. Instead he had one stick under his armpits while holding the others with his hands.

Raphael was desperately holding down his boiling rage, each passing moment of nothing was not helping his temper. He started to spin the sai on his fingers glaring around. He eyed Leo who showed no expression except for determination.

The leader was determined to end this before it became a rising problem. Already too many had died and even their friend had suffered. He drew a breath before calling out again and used a katana to point at the device Donatello nervously held up.

“Saffragath, dagh kapo karakta saraf,” a calm and steady voice came out of nowhere. The turtles tensed up and looked around, nothing.

“Show yourself,” Leonardo demanded holding his katana ready in front of him.

In front of them, crouching on a stone chimney started to materialize the very same wolfish creature Raphael had encountered. He rose slowly showing more clearly both his bulk and size.

“I’ll give him one thing, he knows how to enter dramatically,” Mikey said but only Don smirked at the joke. Raph and Leo continued to glare at the alien.

“I see you have got friends with you reptile,” Sinda stared down at them, his wolfish muzzle was grinning. His reddish looking eyes glanced slightly at sneering Raphael.

“Who are you?” Leonardo took on step forward. “And why have you come to this world?”

The turtles had expected many things but not laughter. Sinda laughed when hearing the questions. Once it subsided he leaned slightly forward with hands on the hips, staring attentively at Leo.

“Who I am and what I am doing here is none of your business reptile, now hand over my dimension traveler,” he rose back up and put out one hand ready to accept the device.

“If you are killing people here, then it is our business,” the oldest turtle growled.

“Oh really,” Sinda grinned now deviously and jumped from the chimney to the roof and was now standing directly in front of them. Swiftly out of two canisters he pulled knives and spun them on his fingers for a moment. Then he took a battle position.

“Then let me teach you a little lesson little reptile, nobody messes with me, Sinda,” he snarled and rushed towards the four turtles.

“We will see who will teach who,” Leo said coldly and with Raphael at his side they ran forward with a war scream. Closely following were Mikey and Don.

The battle erupted and both parties realized an easy victory would not be achieved. Sinda was quick and agile despite his size, on top of that he had his strength. If he landed a kick a turtle was flung back. His disadvantage was that he was outnumbered and couldn’t focus on a single turtle for too long.

I have to diminish their number, he thought as he landed on top of the chimney, the four turtles approached in a group. Making sure it wouldn’t be easy to pick one target.

“Stay tight, he can’t handle us for long when we gang up on him,” Leo instructed, the others nodded. Even Raphael had to admit that this was wiser battle tactic, so far the alien had been able to take on all four of them. Only barely though.

What the turtles didn’t know about Sinda though was that he doesn’t fight fair, he fights to survive. And in the fight for survival, the only rule is ‘there are no rules’. The turtles watched the alien punched a device on his belt and much to their shock he completely vanished from view.

“Wha? Where did he go?” Donatello asked looking confused around.

“He vanished, I told you guys he could that,” Raph snarled while circling.

“He actually has a cloaking device?” Don shouted. Man and here I thought it was impossible.

“Stay foc…” Leo didn’t get further something hard landed on his plastron and the turtle was thrown backwards. He landed on Michelangelo and both turtles crashed to the ground.

“What th…” Raph was cut short as well when something that suspiciously felt like a fist collided with his jaw. His head snapped up and he fell unconscious to the ground.

“Uh,” Donatello was the only one left standing, Leo was still catching his breath and Mikey had like Raph been knocked out cold.

Sinda materialized again and now only standing few feet away from Donatello who instantly took position with his bo. The alien put out his hand.

“The device if you want to live reptile,” he growled.

“Will you leave our world if I give it to you?” Don asked narrowing his eyes on the creature.

“I don’t have to make any promises to you,” Sinda snarled using one hand to draw a knife from a canister. “I can of course just simply take it.”

“I like to see you try,” Leo had finally recovered enough to stand up. He had lost one katana but was still holding another. Sinda seemed to take the challenge, he crouched while drawing up another knife. But once more the turtle learned that they were not fighting the usual opponent.

Sinda didn’t jump at either Donatello or Leonardo, instead he sidestepped very quickly towards where Raphael lay out cold. The alien bent over grabbed a hold on the turtle’s carapace and pulled him up.

Don and Leo hadn’t been quick enough to react, this had happened on a split second. The creature stood holding unconscious Raph in front and threatened to cut his throat. The two turtles froze as they had started to approach, Sinda smiled nastily.

“Hand me the dimension traveler or my little friend here is going to have an extra breathing hole,” he said almost casually like nothing serious was happening.

End chapter 3.

I'm basing Don and Mikey's good buddy relationship on the first two movies, in both they interact so much together that I'm afraid I can't believe otherwise than they are best friends and would do stuff together.

Yeesh, this part is turning slightly Raph centric I realize now, hm just as well.

Here is what Sinda says when meeting the turtles:

“Saffragath, dagh kapo karakta saraf,”

"Fuck, there are four of them."

Nothing special I know, and don't take this as a direct translation, some of the words don't match but this is the closest translation to what Sinda says.
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[Thal]

Is Leo nuts? How could he even consider giving the travelin thingie to the wacko!
AH! The crazy guy's gonna kill Raph! Or... I hope you're not planning on being very very very evil Askre! I doubt Raph would apreaciate you for it.
insane ramblings aside- I love this fic!!! You're doing great and I can't wait for more!

[Askre]

[Artykidd]

thoroughly enjoying this fic Askre. it would be really interesting if he got the dimensional traveler and disappeared with raph.

Can't wait for the next chapter.
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[Askre]

Ack, I'm such an idiot

I completely forgot to leave translations to some of Sinda's alien words in the author notes. I'm going to fix that.
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[Askre]

Well Chapter 4 is finally here.

Chapter 4. - Time to rethink.

Slowly the turtle opened his eyes. He could feel the firm hand holding him upright and the knife placed close to his throat. Glanced at his two standing brothers, both were deciding what to do. Don slowly started to reach for the traveler that somehow had managed to hang on his belt during the fight. Leonardo gritted his teeth, his plan had never included actually returning the traveler. It had meant to kick the creature’s sorry ass.

Raphael knew just two things, his anger was not going to get him out of this one and he did not want Sinda to have his traveler back. They hadn’t noticed he was awake, not even the alien so that gave the turtle an advantage.

Quickly Raph grabbed the knife arm and just managed to pry it far enough so it didn’t endanger his throat. Swiftly he managed to put his right leg backwards and between Sinda’s legs and then swept the alien off his feet. Using now new found freedom, the turtle dashed forward while his enemy was crashing to the ground.

“Kergja!” Sinda snarled, he hadn’t expected his hostage to wake up so quickly and not being helpless. He jumped up and faced now three enraged turtles.

They are too skilled, need more time to rethink my strategy, Sinda was about push the button on the device that would cloak him when he saw Raphael running towards him. The red clad ninja had retrieved his sai and had now every intention to finish this.

Raphael growled when he saw the alien beginning to disappear. It was like some sort of energy was quickly consuming him. The turtle jumped and prepared to strike, as he flew through the air Sinda vanished completely.

The ninja slashed with his weapon were he figured Sinda’s general waist area was and he did collide with something. There was a loud curse as he and the alien crashed to the ground. Raph quickly rolled off before the creature could do anything. They both stood up and the turtle saw he had managed to damage the cloaking device.

Sinda glared at him with murderous flame, the device on the belt had a large cut and electric sparks came from it. The alien quickly ripped it off the belt and threw it away. Raphael charged again, but having lost his cloak the alien really decided it was time to go and rethink his plan.

One very furious turtle chased equally angry alien across the rooftop, after them came Leonardo and Donatello. Sinda quickly jumped over to another rooftop and Raphael followed, he was not going to let the creature escape.

“Wait, we can’t leave Mikey,” Don suddenly remembered that their youngest brother was out cold where the battle had taken place.

“You help Mikey, I’ll go help Raph,” Leonardo shouted just as he leapt over the alley to pursue his brother and their opponent.

Donatello turned and ran back to the spot where Mikey still lay. On his way he picked up the damaged device Sinda had thrown away and put it on his belt. Turning to his brother he saw that the orange clad turtle was still out cold.

Terrific, Don was himself already tired and he didn’t see how he could hold Mike on is own. He tried and managed to pick his brother up in a fire man carry. The turtle managed to walk few steps but then his knees gave in.

“Steady, I got you,” Leo grabbed Donny just before the purple one fell with his youngest brother on top of him.

“Weren’t you going after Raph?” Donatello asked as the older one now helped him carry Mike.

“I was but this Sinda was too fast and Raphael as well, they were gone before I knew it. I just hope Raph gives up too and returns,” Leonardo explained.

“I did,” Raph growled from behind them startling the two turtles so they nearly dropped Mike.

“Ok, who are you and what did you do to Raph?” Don asked with one hand over his rapidly beating hearth. His red clad brother just growled some more. Leo took one look at their unconscious sibling.

“Looks like Mikey isn’t waking up anytime soon, we should take him to the lair and then start searching, now he can’t at least cloak like that. Good work Raph,” Leo said although he suspected that it hadn’t been the hot tempered one’s intention to simply destroy the device.

Since they were three now, there was slightly less trouble bringing Michelangelo down from the roof and into the sewers. The turtles were only a short distance from the lair when their unconscious brother began to stir.

“Uh, what happened?” he mumbled. His brothers stopped and put him down. Mike sat up against the tunnel wall, dizzy and disoriented rubbing the back of his neck. Leo and Don knelt beside him on each side.

“You collided first with my shell and then with the pavement on the roof,” Leonardo explained.

“I don’t feel so good,” Mikey muttered trying to shake his head.

“Probably got concussion, we should take you back but you can’t go to sleep Mike” Don advised. They helped the orange clad turtle to stand up again and supported him for the rest of the way back home, all the time Raph was in the rear occasionally glancing backwards to make sure no one was following.

They left Mikey at the lair under the care of Master Splinter and headed straight back outside. The three turtles began their search by firstgoing in the direction Raph had seen the alien go in and hoped to be able to work their way from there.

“This will be like looking for a needle in a haystack,” Don muttered as they crossed another rooftop. He saw though the determination in his older brothers, it was clear they were not going to give up easily.

But the night went on with out a trace of their quarry. Donatello was becoming tired but stubbornly continued, Raphael and Leonardo showed nothing. But the purple had noticed something different about them.

Raph and Leo seemed to cooperate much more smoothly, the blue clad turtle gave a slight suggestion in going one way and the red one didn’t argue. And sometimes Raphael would want to go another way and Leonardo would agree. Donny was sure he was seeing a miracle, his two brothers who didn’t always see face to face were actually working together with out a hitch.

Donatello almost felt like a third wheel for a moment, not once did they really look at him to see if he had any suggestions. They more likely glanced at their purple clad brother to make sure he was keeping up with them. Somehow this business with Sinda had managed to bring Leo and Raph into some sort of a tolerant understanding.

“Hold the phone, isn’t this the abandoned apartment complex at Ninth street?” Raph skidded to halt and pointed at a large dark building.

“It is,” Leo nodded as he walked closer to his brother. “They plan to demolish it next month.”

“Plenty of hidin’ places in there,” the red clad turtle growled grabbing his sai.

“True and it’s very dangerous, the roof could cave in and support beams break,” the blue clad turtle said. Donatello feared that the cooperation was at end.

“Which means any curious humans would stay far way,” Raphael looked at Leonardo who stared back. They both nodded and with out further words headed towards the complex.

Don looked skywards wondering what on earth was happening. It was like his brothers were from now on thinking the same thing.

“Donny ya coming?” Raph snapped back. Donatello shrugged and hurried after his brothers.

***

Mikey concentrated on his comic book the best he could. The turtle was still feeling slightly disoriented and the images in the book couldn’t always stay in focus. Splinter had told him that this was one of the side effects of concussions and thus it was important that he did not go to sleep.

Unfortunately that was exactly what he wanted right now. But the tea Splinter gave the turtle was helping him staying awake, and his sensei sat in his chair nearby to make sure that Mike didn’t doze off.

“I can’t read any more, the text won’t even stay in place,” the young ninja finally gave up and threw the book aside.

“Then try a little television,” his sensei suggested. Mikey reached for the remote and turned on the set but after ten minutes of channel surfing he realized there was nothing worthwhile to watch.

He glanced at the clock and sighed. His brothers had been out now for four hours and Mike really wanted to go help them, but Splinter wouldn’t hear it.

Bored, so bored, Mike sighed silently. Then the alarm suddenly went on, he and Splinter looked up both equally startled. The old rat stood up from his chair and walked into Don’s lab. Only to come back with a grave look on his face.

“Michelangelo, our foreign adversary is in the tunnels above and looks to be searching, he must have spied on your brothers when they carried you down into the sewers,” Splinter spoke now with a low voice. The sound of the alarm had quieted down.

“W-what do we do?” Mikey gulped, he was still dizzy and not sure if he was up to a fight.

“We have two options, sit here and hope that he won’t find the lair or go and lead him into the wrong direction,” Splinter said and narrowed his eyes on the young turtle. “You must stay here, and try not to fall asleep.”

“But Master…” Mike tried to protest but his sensei was already walking to the ladder.

“I will only guide him in the wrong direction and then be back. Heed my instruction, don’t leave the lair or fall asleep,” Splinter simply told him before ascending up and disappeared out.

Unsteadily Mikey rose from the couch and went straight for Don’s lab. His purple clad brother had installed hidden cameras in the tunnels above and with a flick of a monitor the orange wearing turtle could see what was going on.

He saw Sinda walked down one tunnel slowly and seemingly searching. He also saw Splinter quietly and stealthily sneak around. Despite being disoriented, the ninja noticed something about the alien that concerned him.

The tunnels the creature was currently in were dark ones. Mike only saw him with the camera because they used infrared light and could show images in dark environment. The young turtle noticed that Sinda was navigating the tunnels with out a flashlight, and was actually looking around using his eyesight. He even looked straight at a normal rat that passed him by.

He can see in the dark, Michelangelo gulped. That hadn’t even been considered and now it stared him straight into the face. This meant there was no use using the darkness of the tunnels for concealment and that was about the only thing that could hide you down in the sewers.

“And Splinter doesn’t know, he might not even realize until too late,” Mike staggered out of the lab and with out even considering the consequences went for the ladder and climbed unsteadily up.

***

Three tired and slightly irritated turtles climbed into the lair. Their search fruitless, although they did find evidences that somebody had been in the complex it could just have been a homeless person. No evidences it was an alien killer from another dimension.

“We’ll see what Master Splinter says, then call April to check on how Keno is going. Rest for an hour and then go up again,” Leo declared and Raphael nodded in agreement. Don refrained from answering and headed straight for the kitchen, he was tired, hungry and thirsty and just wanted to go sleep for the next year or so.

“Mikey, we…” Leo opened the door to Mike’s room and noticed that his brother was not there. The turtle had naturally assumed that would be his brother’s location since nobody had been in the living room.

“Don, is Mike in the kitchen?” he called.

“Nope,” Don peeked out munching a cracker. Raph came out of his room and went to the bathroom.

“He’s not here,” he said.

“Then he must be with Master Splinter,” Leonardo shrugged and walked to their sensei’s subway car room and knocked gently. “Master Splinter?”

The blue masked turtle frowned when there was no answer, he glanced at his two brothers and then opened the door. Nobody was in the room.

“There is no one here,” he whispered worried, Don and Raph froze.

“MASTER SPLINTER? MIKE!” the red clad turtle bellowed but his only answer was a deep silence.

“There is no sign of struggle. Maybe Splinter took Mike for a walk to keep him awake. He had a nasty concussion,” Donny stepped out of the kitchen eyeing around for any signs that could tell them what happened.

“They couldn’t go far,” Leonardo walked into the lab followed closely by his two brothers. The blue wearing turtle looked at the monitor who showed various parts of the tunnels.

“Look, Master Splinter… but he’s alone,” Don pointed where their rat sensei was walking.

“MIKE!” Leo spotted his orange clad brother who was unfortunately not alone. Closing in on him from behind was Sinda. In a blue and a red flash two turtles rushed out of the lab and almost toppled each other as they raced out of the lair. Don on the other hand was making the exact same observation and Mikey had done.

Oh no, he can see in the dark. This tunnel is almost pitch black and he’s staring straight at Mikey, no questions about it, he then made a purple flash as he hurried after his brothers. Donatello was barely out of the lair when he noticed Splinter approach.

“Ah so you and your brothers have returned Donatello,” the sensei said when seeing his intelligent son standing by the lair entrance.

“Master Splinter, there is no time to explain. Mikey is out there and that alien creep is attacking him, and the worst part is, this alien can see in dark environment,” Don then ran into the opposite direction and his master had come from since Splinter had obviously not met Leo or Raph.

He can see in the dark? Then he must have been able to see me and avoid me, I found no trace of him and hoped he had given up, Splinter hurried after his purple clad student.

Please be ok, please be ok, please be ok, Donatello chanted in his mind as he raced through the tunnels. The turtle knew exactly where to go, he had installed the cameras and knew perfectly each location.

Leo and Raph knew it as well, they had helped him install some of the cameras aside from them knowing very well the tunnels around the lair. Don wasn’t thus surprised to hear the sound of battle, angry shouts and curses.

“I’ll teach you for attacking my brothers!” was growled. He thought first it was Raph, but then realized the voiced belonged to Leo.

Donatello grabbed for his bo and continued on. It was now very dark and hard to see, thus the turtle rescued a flashlight from his belt and turned it on. In the distance he could see the gruesome fight.

Leonardo had apparently snapped, he wasn’t utilizing any martial arts moves. He just savagely swung his katana trying to score a hit on the alien who very skillfully blocked each strike with simple knives. They were both injured and bleeding.

But the sight on the floor disturbed Don the most, Mikey lay unconscious on the floor and leaning up against the tunnel wall was Raph. Sinda had apparently taken them by surprise and immobilized one. Raphael had a knife in his shoulder and was simply too tired after the previous fight and the long search to do anything.

Donatello let out a battle cry and ran forward swinging his bo and dropping the flashlight in the process. Leo was getting tired as well as his opponent. Sinda quickly used the sudden dark and slipped away. It took Leo a moment though to realize was fighting thin air.

“That son of a…” Leo stopped himself from swearing but he was sheeting. Ignoring his wounds he found his way to Raph and helped him rise. Donatello found the flash light again and using the light they could inspect the damage.

“Oh thank goodness,” Don sighed in relief. The knife was simply embedded into Raph’s carapace but was in such angle that from the distance it looked impaled into the shoulder. Raphael had simply had his winds knocked out and was recovering. “It will hurt for a while but at least you aren’t bleeding.”

“The fucking bastard,” Raph wheezed. They made no attempt to remove the knife until they were in better light.

“Michelangelo,” Leo knelt beside his unconscious brother, then struggled to take him into his arms and slowly rose up. Don quickly helped him carry their brother, again. The three brothers then struggled to go back with their fourth and met Splinter on the way.

“Master Splinter?” Leonardo was very relieved to see their father. The sensei frowned when seeing his battered sons.

“We must hurry to the lair,” he said and aided his sons in carrying Mikey to the lair.

***

I was right, they do live down here, Sinda had escaped back to the abandoned apartment complex and was busy stitching up his wounds, inflicted by Leonardo’s katana.

But they were aware of me before I was aware of them. He was trying to lead me in a wrong direction, Sinda sneered slightly as the needle entered the flesh. He couldn’t continue for a moment while concentrating on closing the wound.

“The reptile with the swords seems overprotective, that was a blinding rage he portrayed. He acted out as the leader, perhaps he is the oldest? Too young to be the father, they looked similar in age,” the alien finished with the last wound and lay now flat on the mattress he had found with hands under his neck, ignoring any soar spots and other protests from the body.

“Brothers perhaps? At least relatives… wait he said something about his brothers,” Sinda frowned. Wasn’t of course paying much attention, busy not letting him stick those swords into me.

“All right kids, play time is over,” he was now getting angry. “Not only do they have my traveler, they also broke my cloak and took it as well. They are going to suffer for this. I’m going to slaughter these reptilians.”

“I’ll start on the small one, he looked the youngest. It always hit the hardest for the older when the youngest die,” Sinda rose up, then with out a second thought to his injuries ran out.

***

“DAMMIT! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Raph snarled when Donatello started to dislodge the knife from this shell. The red wearing turtle was gripping the seat of the chair so hard it was a miracle it didn’t break.

“I can’t pull it, I will have to move it a bit,” Don said and cringed at the face his brother was giving him.

“Do it and you will have two Sai in your shell,” he snapped. “PULL IT OUT!”

“It’s stuck Raph, I have to try and wedge it,” the purple turtle tried to reason. “You are lucky it didn’t go all the way through.”

“Out of my way,” Raphael stood up and violently pushed Donatello away. The younger ninja was lucky not to back into the TV.

Raph grabbed the handle of the knife and with a roar he slowly pulled the knife out. Don threw himself to the ground when his brother then promptly threw the weapon and it splattered the screen of the television.

“GAH THAT HURT!” Raphal growled and grabbed his newest carapace scar. Donatello dared now to approach with the antibiotics.

“Well duh, not like out shells are made of rock,” he snorted and forcefully removed his brother’s hand and began applying the medicine.

Inside the lab Leo was being tended by Splinter. The turtle was still slightly angry and his temper hadn’t improved that Sinda had escaped again. Splinter made no comments while patching up his oldest student, but occasionally eyed worriedly at the makeshift infirmary bed where Michelangelo lay.

“This dirty tricking filth. He fights with absolutely no honor. He knew he was loosing so he cloaked himself to take us out. Raph was lucky to wake up in time and then disabled that contraption so that lowlife couldn’t conceal himself any longer,” Leo was finishing telling Splinter about the roof top battle in more detail.

“Then there in the tunnel… I’m sorry Master I just lost it, I had to protect them at any cost. Mikey was out and he made a sneak attack and disable Raph for a moment. It was only me and him…” Leo looked at the bed where his baby brother lay.

“You did nothing wrong my son, are your brothers not alive? Did your enemy not flee in shameful retreat?” Splinter was finished mending the blue masked ninja and was now turning his attention to the unconscious one.

“He did, but Master when I was fighting him. I felt nothing but blood boiling rage. I wanted to kill him, slaughter him. He was ready to cut my brother’s throat, he almost killed him again in the tunnel,” the turtle said.

“But he didn’t,” Raphael came walking in closely followed by Donatello. “Just got a new scar, that’s all.”

“Yes, I can see that,” Leo muttered darkly when seeing the small thin gap now on the edge of Raph’s carapace, behind the right shoulder.

“It’s good thing we know how to fight blindingly, otherwise you guys might have been dead meat,” Don mentioned, everybody looked at him. “I noticed on the security video that this Sinda, he can see in the dark.”

“What?” both Raph and Leo said at once.

“Yes you mentioned that, how did you come to that conclusion?” Splinter wondered.

“On the screen, when approaching Mikey who had no idea about him, Sinda was staring straight at him and approaching him almost like it was broad daylight. He didn’t need to feel around or anything. Sinda could both see where he was going and Mikey,” Donatello explained. “My guess is that he doesn’t need much light to see, meaning his species is nocturnal in nature. He will navigate the sewers like walking down a street in broad daylight.”

“Great, like it wasn’t enough he was strong and deadly combatant,” Leonardo snorted but then his brow sunk into thought.

“He will probably come back to search for us so we won’t have to search for him. But now we will be ready for him,” he then said.

Raphael spun his sai on his fingers grinning eagerly. Don nodded and started to gather equipment to make them ready. He figured the alien would try to recover from its injuries before striking.

“Rest first my sons, you all need rest,” Splinter ordered. “You have been through a lot in one day.”

“All right Master Splinter,” Leo sighed, but both he and Raphael were in a silent agreement. They would be damned before going to sleep while this creature was on their world.

End Chapter 4

Sinda's species can see in the dark, so the dim lit environment of the sewer tunnels are no hindrance for Sinda. This is why Sinda has reddish eyes, it had nothing to do with him being evil.
I have good guys among his species as well and they have red eyes as well, the red color is short of a tinge over the eye-white that gives their species an near perfect night vision. But it shuts off with more light so they are not blinded at all when suddenly in bright lit environment. The eyes still look red, but then it's just acts as the normal color of their eyes.
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[Artykidd]

this is getting really good. Can't wait for the next chapter.
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I can see you but you can't see me. Now where are those pesky deer?