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Chapter 1
Night in New York had its own kind of rhythm—the distant hum of traffic, the flicker of neon reflected in puddles, the occasional shout echoing between buildings. Up above, the city breathed like it always did. Down below, in the maze of rooftops and fire escapes, four shadows moved like they belonged to it.
Mikey (already sprinting ahead before anyone could agree):Last one to the water tower buys pizza!
Donnie (shot back, adjusting his grip on his bo staff as he leapt after him):That’s not how bets work!
Raph (snorted):Doesn’t matter. He’d lose anyway.
Mikey (twisted mid-run, nearly tripping over a loose pipe):Hey! I heard that!
Raph (a smirk tugging at his mouth):You were supposed to.
Leo stayed a step ahead of them all, silent but not detached—just focused, as always. Still, there was the faintest hint of a smile on his face as Mikey crashed into a stack of crates trying to prove a point that no one had asked for.
Leo( muttered):Graceful.
Mikey (groaned, untangling himself):Totally planned.
They kept moving, the playful energy weaving through their patrol like a second current. Nights like this—quiet, uneventful—were rare enough to enjoy. No Kraang, no Foot Clan ambushes, no world-ending threats. Just rooftops, jokes, and the occasional sibling petty competition.
Donnie slowed slightly, his eyes scanning the streets below out of habit more than concern. Everything looked normal. Too normal, maybe—but that was just his brain refusing to relax.
Finally, after nearly a quarter an hour of yelling and cheers, the four turtles stopped onto a rooftop of a living building, Mikey doing his victory dance while Raph pretended not being mad( he absolutely was mad).
Mikey( dancing): Haha! Looks like Raph buys pizza tonight!
Raph: I swear on my sais, Mikey, if you keep dancin—
Mikey: What'cha gonna do, tough guy? Hit me with some glares?
Raph cracked his knuckles.
Mikey: Uh-huh.
Raph(lunging): Come here, you—
Donnie ignored the thud that came from Raph tackling Mikey, the shouts and Leo's attempt to restore order before they woke up the entire neighbourhood and were spotted by humans. Instead, he stepped closer to the edge.
Then he heard a sound. Faint. Wrong. Not loud enough to be obvious, but just enough to feel… out of place. Voices. Many human voices, too many for a time and place like this, whispering unintelligible words.
He stopped.
Donnie: You guys hear that?
Raph(having Mikey in a headlock): Hear what?
Donnie (tilted his head, focusing):Down there. Alley, two blocks east.
Mikey( squirmed away from Raph's hold and leaned over the edge dramatically):I hear… absolutely nothing.
Leo (stepped closer, more serious now):What kind of sound?
Donnie (hesitated):Chanting, I think.
That was enough.The mood shifted instantly.
All the previous playfulness drained, replaced by alertness.
Leo (already moving):Alright.Let’s check it out.
They dropped down from the rooftop in near-perfect sync, slipping into the shadows of the alleyways below. The deeper they went, the quieter the city seemed to become—as if the noise itself didn’t want to follow.
The alley Donnie had pointed out was narrow, half-choked with trash bags and broken crates. A single flickering light buzzed overhead, casting uneven shadows across the cracked pavement.
And there were figures.
Six… maybe seven of them, dressed in dark robes, hoods pulled low, standing in a circle a around something.
The chanting was clearer now—low, rhythmic, almost vibrating in the air. The language wasn’t anything Donnie recognized, but it didn’t need to be. It felt wrong in a way that went beyond words.
Mikey (leaned closer to Raph):Okay, I take it back. That’s definitely creepy.
Leo( whispered):Stay focused.
At the center of the circle, drawn in what looked like ash and something darker, was a symbol. Intricate, twisting, too deliberate to be random.
And inside it the circle was a kid.
Bound, gagged, struggling weakly.
Donnie’s grip on his bo staff tightened.
Raph(unsheated and spun his sais):Yeah, no.We’re not letting that happen.
One of the robed figures stepped forward, raising something in their hand—a blade, curved and dull in the dim light.
The chanting grew louder, faster. The figures walked faster in a circle, hands raised to the sky as praising someone.
The air seemed to press inward, heavy and suffocating.
Leo didn’t hesitate and unsheated his katanas with a soft shing.
Leo: Now.
They dropped in.Chaos erupted instantly.
“What the—?!” one of the cultists shouted as Leo struck first, knocking him back before he could react.
Raph followed with a punch that sent another sprawling into the wall.
Mikey (vaulted over the circle, landing in a crouch beside the kid):Hey, hey—hang on, we got you!
Donnie moved to intercept the one with the blade.
The cultist (turned sharply, eyes wild beneath the hood):You shouldn’t be here!
Donnie (blocking the incoming strike with his staff):Yeah, we get that a lot.
The impact rattled up his arms. The cultist wasn’t trained—not like the Foot—but there was a desperation in the way they fought. Unpredictable. Reckless.
The chanting had broken into scattered shouts now, the remaining figures either fleeing or trying to fight back.
Donnie: Leo! The kid—
Leo (deflected a swing and moved to cover Mikey, who was already working on the bindings):I see him!
Mikey (muttered, fumbling slightly in his hurry):Almost got it—hold still—
The cultist in front of Donnie lunged again, blade flashing.Donnie twisted to the side, bringing his staff down in a controlled strike, but the cultist didn’t pull back in time.
The blade caught Donnie across the forearm.A sharp sting. Warmth immediately following as blood oozed slowly.
The purple banded turtle hissed, instinctively stepping back. The cut wasn't deep, but enough to make the cultist stare at the blood for half a second too long.
Then, something changed, not visibly, not clearly.The air around the circle seemed to tighten.
Donnie’s blood dripped from the edge of his arm and one drop landed directly onto the symbol drawn on the pavement.
For a split second, the lines of the symbol flickered a soft gold before they darkened, like ink soaking deeper into paper.
Donnie (froze):What—?
A low sound rippled through the alley, almost like a soft, soothing whisper carried by the wind.
The moment snapped when the red banded turtle drop-kicked a cultist into a nearby dumpster.
Raph: Yo, Donnie! You good?!
Donnie (blinked, shaking his head):Yeah—yeah, I’m fine.
The cultist tried to take advantage of the distraction, swinging wildly, but Donnie reacted on instinct, disarming him with a sharp twist of his bo staff and knocking him to the ground.
Across the alley, the last of the cultists were either unconscious or running like cockroaches.
Mikey (pulling the kid's gag loose):Kid’s free! Hey, you okay, dude? You with us?
The kid nodded shakily, too stunned to speak.
The blue banded turtle scanned the area, making sure no one else was a threat.
Leo: Everyone clear?
Raph (cracking his knuckles):Clear.
Donnie exhaled slowly, glancing down at the symbol again. It looked… normal.Just chalk, ash, or whatever they’d used.No flicker. No movement.Nothing.
Leo:…Donnie?
He looked up.Leo was watching him.
Leo:You alright?
Donnie (hesitated for half a beat):Yeah. Just a scratch.
Raph (stepped over, grabbing his arm without asking):Let me see.
Donnie:It’s not that bad—
Raph (inspecting it anyway):Tch.Still bleeding.
Mikey:Adds character!Very heroic.
Donnie:Not helping.
Sirens echoed faintly in the distance.
Leo (nodded):Time to go. We’ll let the police handle the rest.
Mikey (helped the kid to his feet):You’re gonna be okay, alright? Just… maybe avoid creepy chanting circles in alleys from now on.
The kid managed a weak nod.
Mikey: Good. Oh, by the way, we were never here~~~
The turtles melted back into the shadows just as the first police lights began to flicker at the far end of the street.
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The rooftops felt quieter, heavier on the way back.Maybe it was just the adrenaline wearing off. Maybe. Four shadows sprinted across the rooftops like leaves in the wind, silent this time.
Donnie flexed his fingers slightly, the cut on his arm stinging with each movement. It wasn’t serious—he’d had worse from Shredder, Slash and other enemies—but something about it lingered in his mind.
Not the injury. No, this was something normal.
The moment, especially when the drop of blood hit the symbol.That amber flicker and fast shift to darkness.
That… feeling. The barely-audible whisper..
He glanced back once, toward the direction of the alley.Nothing there now, just another dark corner of the city.
Mikey (nudging him):Yo, Donnie.You’re doing that thing again.
Donnie:What thing?
Mikey: The ‘I’m thinking too hard and ignoring everyone’ thing.
Donnie: I do not—
Raph: You absolutely do, man.
Leo (glanced over his shoulder):What’s on your mind?
Donnie (hesitated,then shrugged):Probably nothing.
Raph(dryly):Comfortin'.
Donnie (forced a small smile):Just… weird vibe back there. That’s all.
Mikey:Yeah, no kidding.Cults are automatically a weird vibe.
Leo (quietly):Still, we’ll keep an eye on it.
Donnie nodded.
But as they disappeared into the night, heading home through the familiar paths of the city…
He couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. Something small, something unseen, something that had started the moment his blood touched that symbol.
To be continued.......