Chapter 07: Ally
Bigfoot in the suburbs, time travelers, bloody statues, monsters living in the sewers, aliens in the government, vaccines causing autism, all of them are urban legends, the same way the ninja brothers were becoming one of them, real living ones, a mysterious entity that people had only witnessed but never being able to capture in photographs, the talk of the town, who have appeared on news, magazines and social media several times these past 3 months, being called "The Ninjas of New York", "The Nightwatchers", "'The Bully Punishers", "The Deadly Shadows ", "Gang Crushers" and so more.
After receiving their father approval, the business was slow for a while, nobody in their right mind would hire a suspicious group that called themselves "Ninja Turtles", but someone very desperate could, and that was their second mission. Their first client's cousin contacted them for a simple mission, beat down her stalker. The client was getting very anxious, scared, angry and tired of having a creep following her everywhere, and the police were no help, with all the Purple Dragon's incidents, the police department didn't have enough workforce for these kinds of cases. From a logical point of view, contacting a strange group was more dangerous that deal with the stalker herself, but her cousin assured her they could be trusted, and when she saw them, she recognized them, they looked like the mysterious ninja group she heard about in the news that fought the Purple Dragons, and they were the real deal, they delivered as promised, a photo of her beat down stalker, a camera, and a cute masked turtle sticker.
Later on, their first client's cousin recommended them to her co-worker, who wanted them to follow his girlfriend, who have been acting very suspicions lately, and after receiving a quick lesson in how to disappear in a crowd from their sensei, the ninja brothers were able to complete their mission without a problem. In the following week, their first client's cousin heartbroken co-worker talked about them to his uncle, who heard a rumor that the Purple Dragons were going to "Store Smash" his car dealership. The brothers dealt easily with the group of punks, Little Tracy was not there and the gang members were just a group of troublemakers without real skill. After beating them down without causing any collateral damage, tying them in a nice knot for the police and giving their very grateful client a nice turtle sticker, the ninjas returned home with a generous amount of money. And so on, from relative to relative, acquaintance to co-worker, friend to stranger, the Ninja Turtle Request Service started to get more jobs and become more famed until the point they had to split to complete that high amount of requests.
On a rooftop, resting his back against a billboard, one of the ninja brothers, Raphael was counting the money he got from his last mission, beat the shit of some random dude. Since they had a lot of requests, they decided to split them in specialties, and Raphael was always happy to smash somebody's face, especially if that somebody was a Purple Dragon, which was what he was waiting for in this rooftop, stop a "Store Smashing".
Raphael put the money in one of his belt's bags, unlike his brothers, he hasn't spent one single dollar of his money in anything, doing ninja missions and being outside was enough for him. Mikey was always short on cash since he always buys a lot of comics and video games, Donnie saves his money since what he wants is really expensive, and Leo had bought a couple of things, nothing really expensive, having some money saved up. But despite working every night, the family continued the tradition of go scavenging and stealing food. They might have more contact with people, but they were still outcasts, freaks, ninja who live only in the shadows.
The sky was cloudier than before, autumn was getting close and it was about to rain at any second. Raphael looked at the sky, then to his cell phone, it was past 10 and the Purple Dragons were supposed to be here already, they might be a bunch of punks, but they were always punctual on their attacks. The day and hour of the "Store Smashing" have been filtered somehow and local business knew beforehand when it was going to happen, later contacting the Ninja Turtle service to take of it. It was not until another 30 minutes when the gang finally showed up in the dark back alley next to the flower shop and somebody unexpected also appeared. Some ripped guy, black hair, wearing a hockey mask, with a golf bag on his back carrying bats, hockey sticks and golf clubs showed up from the other side of the alley, blocking the Purple Dragons path.
"Purple Dragons, come on out and play."
"What with this wacko?!"
"What we do? He's not one of the ninja runts." Whispered one of the gang members.
"Come on fellows, don't ignore me, I don't like being ignored!" Shouted the mysterious hockey masked man, taking out a hockey stick.
"Let's get rid of this fucker!"
From the rooftop, Raphael watched the street fight uphold, one vs four, the hockey guy was not bad, he was putting a good fight, clearly not his first rodeo. He skillfully evaded a knife to his face and counter back hitting the punk's face, knocking him on the floor. He then turned to the side, blocking an upcoming bat and kicking his opponent in the gut, pushing him back. Using his free hand, he grabbed a wood club from his bag and swung it towards the legs of the third punk, tripping him. The fourth punk, skinner than the others, watched the fight from afar, deciding what to do, until he took out a gun from his jacket and pointed it towards the hockey mask, trying to get a clear shot when a sharp pain in his hand made him drop the gun. Looking at his hand, the punk's eyes went wide at noticing the ninja star embedded in his skin. "They are here." Thought the punk in a panic, taking his cellphone when a hockey stick struck him on the face, making him hit the concrete floor.
"Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, little punk." The hockey man snarled, raising a metal bat and hitting the fallen man's legs several times.
Raphael always enjoyed a good display of violence, but this was getting out of hand. He let this guy do his job, but it was still his job and if this wacko ended killing somebody, it would give the Request Service bad reputation and he can only imagine how his brothers, especially Leonardo will nag him about it. Quickly Raphael jumped down and grabbed the man's arm, making him stop.
"Easy there cowboy."
"What?! Who are you?!" Demanded the hockey man, freeing his arm from Raphael's grasp.
"The ninjas are here!" Screamed one of the punks.
"Yeah, and this is my job, so back off Friday the 13th." Said Raphael, before launching himself to the remaining gang members.
"Hey! This is my fight, you shrimp!"
"Who are you calling a shrimp?!" Yelled Raph, turning back.
"I'm calling you shrimp, cos you're a shrimp!" Walking forwards "It's a school night, shouldn't you be in bed?!"
"Shouldn't ya shut the fuck up?! This is my fight, get out!" Snarled Raphael, pushing the man back.
"That's it! Casey Jones won't let a freak in a stupid costume get on his way!" He yelled with a weapon in each hand. "Class in session, get ready brat!"
"Come at me, bitch!" Threatened Raph, taking out his sais.
The man that called himself Casey Jones swung his metal bat and hockey stick at Raphael, who blocked them with his sais and pushed them back, gaining some distance, before evading an incoming bat at his head, using the momentum to hooked his sai on the bat and snatched it away. Without wasting any time in being surprised, Casey used his hockey stick to tripped Raphael backward, who quickly kicked up, hitting Casey on the face and knocking him back, making dropped his hockey stick.
¨You are good for a middle schooler.¨ Said Casey Jones standing up, taking two bats from his bag.
¨You are not so bad for a slasher movie copycat.¨
Launching himself at Raphael, Casey swung his weapon at him, missing its desired target, hitting instead one of the Purple Dragons members. Joining the fight, the two remaining punks launched themselves at Casey and Raphael, only to be knocked out cold by a sharp kick aimed at the hockey guy and a strong swing directed to the ninja brat. With the sound of thunder and rain falling down, a series of swings, misses, hits, blocks continued on, until Raphael used his sais to disarmed Casey from his one of his bats, to which he reacted by kicking Raphael in the stomach, shoving him to the floor, making him lose the grip of his sais. Standing up with a battle cry, Raphael tackled Casey to the wall, making him dropped his other bat. In blind rage and adrenaline, the two men started to fight unarmed, only with his firsts, hitting each other non-stop, no skills, no tactics, no purpose, only pure violence, misplacing their masks in the process, revealing their true faces to each other in the dark rainy alley.
"What is your deal with the Purple Dragons anyway?!" Said Raphael, spitting blood on the floor, raising his stance.
"Those fuckers destroyed our auto shop and crippled my pops!" He yelled, then pointed to himself "And Casey Jones isn't just gonna let it slide, I'm gonna get my revenge and break the legs of each of one of those pieces of shit!"
"Yeah!... Eh? Why were we fighting again?"
"Ah... I forgot..." Lowering his arms, catching his breath.
"Wow, you look old for a middle schooler." He said, pointing Raphael's face.
"I'm not a freaking middle schooler, I am 16! And what's with you and the hockey mask?"
"I've to protect my beautiful face."
"Ya look like shit, man."
"Not thanks to you! Now I can't go to Hollywood." He joked, getting closer to Raphael." "The name is Casey Jones."
"Yeah, I heard." He sneered. "I'm Raphael."
"Are you a real ninja, man?"
"Yeah, I was going to get paid for beating down these suckers." He said, pointed the men in the wet floor. "But you stole my job."
"Finders, keepers. How much is-"
"Quiet!" Shushed Raphael, putting his mask back on his face, looking towards the shadows of the back alley.
Moving slowly Raphael started to pick up his sais, never looking away from the shadows. Seeing the ninja act in such an alert, Casey put his hockey mask on and started to quietly pick up his equipment too. The two of them stood close to each other, keeping quiet, getting prepared of what was coming, a big dark figure, making his entrance into the alley, clapping slowly.
"Only one runt and some crazy fucker. I am disappointed. I've expected to find all you runts."
"Little Tracy?" Said Raphael, his eyes going wide.
"So you are the big boss, eh? Looks it's time for Casey Jones to finish the game!"
"Wait! No! That guy is a freaking monster, it's suicide!"
"Casey Jones never runs from a fight! Gongala!" He yelled, charging towards Little Tracy, raising his weapon.
But before Casey could even hit him, Little Tracy swung his big arm and smashed Casey against the brick wall, making spit blood and drop in the floor, barely conscious.
"Oh shit!" Cried Raphael in shock, unsure of what to do, as the giant man was getting closer with each step. Trying to access his father teachings, he remembered that once he told him that there is a thick line between bravery and stupidity. This guy was a monster, they couldn't defeat him between the four of them, and now he was injured, tired and wet. It was time to retreat, to take the hockey guy and get the hell out of here. Running towards the Little Tracy, Raphael used the wet floor to slid under him, coming out on the other side, going towards Casey who was still down.
"Hey! Casey! Stand up! We have to get out of here!" Cried Raphael, helping Casey to stand of his feet.
"What is the number of the truck that hit me?"
"Come on!" Said Raph, putting Casey's arm over his shoulders.
"Running away, eh? I will see about that, little shit." Whispered Little Tracy, taking out a gun.
The constant dripping sound of the rain falling down was abruptly disrupted by the bumming sound of a gunshot, a bullet flying in the back alley, hitting the young ninja in the back, making him let out a sharp cry of pain, feeling the burning wound in his skin. Casey turned his head back, catching the sight of smoke coming out of the gun, a wicked smiled on the giant's face, moving his fingers to shot again, when a smoke screen suddenly hid the sight of his target.
"Fucking ninjas." He said, lowering his gun.
Far away, under some building's awning in a dead end alley, with the light coming from a window as the only source of lighting, Raphael and Casey rested on the floor, trying to compose themselves from that deadly situation.
"Hey Raphie boy, we should go to the hospital."
"I can't go to a doctor, I can't, forget about it! Arggh!" He groaned in pain.
"You have a bullet inside! What are you gonna do? Kiss it?"
Keeping quiet for a moment, Raphael looked down, then turned his head to Casey. "Can ya keep a secret?"
"I'm a vault, man. Casey Jones is no snitch."
"I'll take you in that." He said, taking out a pocket knife. "Here, take out the bullet!"
"What?! Are you crazy?! I'm no doc, I'm a mechanic! I can't fix you up unless you are a car."
"Just shut up and do it!"
"Aghhh... I'll try..." Mumbled Casey, taking the pocket knife.
Swallowing a gulp, Casey knelt in front of Raphael's back, ripping the hoodie and the tight tank top's fabric around the hole, revealing a bullet embedded in some kind of under skin turtle shell. Casey knocked Raph's back a couple of times, feeling the hard texture and hearing a woody sound, which made Raphael turned his head at him, letting Casey noticing his green eyebrows for the first time. With a "Cool" Casey inserted the knife's tip in the shelly back, trying his best to take the bullet out and put it on his hand.
Whistle. "Look at this man, you were lucky." Said Casey, showing Raphael the bullet between his fingers.
"Give me that, I'm gonna make a necklace with this shit."
"It's out, but you are bleeding a bit."
"Put this on" Giving Casey a band-aid.
"What are you gonna do now, Raphie boy?"
"Call my brothers to pick me up, my father will patch me up better at home."
"Can I go with you? We are already paying a lot with pops in the hospital and I think I have something broken." He said, resting his back against the wall, closing his eyes.
"Sure, as long you keep your mouth shut."
"Told ya already, Casey Jones is a vault." He whispered, losing consciousness.
There was no movement in the old abandoned Italian restaurant, the constant sound of the rain created a calm and quiet atmosphere as the mutant family gathered in dojo, watching Master Splinter assisted by Donatello attend the wounded.
"Lucky me, nothing is broken. Thanks for the patch up, rat man." Said Casey laying in the floor, giving a thumbs up to Master Splinter.
"I should thank you for helping my son despite your wounds, Mister Jones."
"It was nothing, we're even, he saved my ass, I saved his."
"Dudes, I can't still believe Little Tracy shot Raph!" Exclaimed Mikey.
"I always found weird that the Purple Dragons never used firearms, it seems things are getting serious." Pointed out Leonardo.
"I got the feeling he was waiting for us to show up." Said Raphael, lying face down surrounded by his reptilian pets trying to comfort him.
"We have been getting in their way for a while, they might be fed up with us." Commented Donatello, examining the bullet in his hands.
"You should be careful my sons, they are starting to see you more as enemies than nuisances."
"There isn't nothing to fear boys, Casey Jones is gonna help you take care of those Purple Dragons scum, just give a call."
"Sure Casey, but I am not gonna pay you."
"You are officially an intern in the Ninja Turtle Request Service company, Mister Casey Jones." Teased Mikey.
"Don't call me Mister, I am in my twenties!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Can we count on you Mister Jones to not reveal our secret?" Said Master Splinter, standing up.
"You don't have to worry, Casey Jones knows how to keep his mouth shut. Besides nobody is gonna believe me."
"Good, I hope you do, for the sake of my family."
"I'm not stupid, I saw Man in Black, I don't want my brain wiped."
"............. "( l_l ) ( T_T ) (o . o) (=_= ) "We are not aliens."