Leonardo

Dean flies around, enjoying the wind in his wings. He still keeps a sharp eye out for each and every one of his younger cousins, but still finds himself enjoying the rush of the wind beneath him as his juvenile mind wanders.

He lands on top of one building, his eyes wide with wonder as he looks out at everything. The wind whips his green mask tails behind him, making him change his stance so he looks more heroic; more like his dad.

He hears something crash near him and he jumps, looking for the intruders. He sees no one, but he knows that there has to be somebody.

"You better not try anything," he threatens, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

A bunch of weird-looking ninjas hop out of the shadows, surrounding the boy before he can comprehend just what's happening. His tail spikes up with fear and he unsheathes his claws as a growl passes his lips.

"Don't worry, young one," a sickly sweet voice says behind him. "You're going to be fine."

He turns around just in time to see a slim, spotted figure with piercing golden eyes. There's a sharp crack against the back of his head and he falls into darkness without a sound.

The leopard woman smiles, looking to the ninjas around her. They wait, unblinking, for her next move. She looks down at the unconscious boy, seeing the uncanny resemblance to her old enemy.

"Take him somewhere his precious mother won't find him," she commands.

The ninjas nod, making a few robotic noises before grabbing the boy and dashing away.

Raphael

Copeland grins as she looks around the giant city. Finally, she's free, and Dean is nowhere to be found. That's just a bonus in her mind.

"New York, meet Copeland Hamato!" she whoops.

She skids to a stop, letting out another laugh as she twirls around. Everything feels perfect; the wind in her hair, the smell of the night, the lights on the pavement-

"Hamato? Oh sweet, baby Ivan, we've heard that name before."

"Be the quiets, Comrade Bebop. We're in hidings, remember?"

She stops dead in her tracks, putting her fists up as she pivots on her feet. Moving in slow circles, she searches for the source of the voice.

"Who's there? Show yourself!" she snaps. "I'll warn you, I'm highly trained."

Two large shapes appear from an alleyway, a warthog and a rhinoceros. They both look shocked at the sight of the little turtle girl, but she doesn't back down, only glares at them.

"Mutants? Huh..." she mumbles. "Haven't seen a lot of guys like me around."

The rhino squints his tiny eyes and tilts his head. "Da! Bebop, little turtle girl looks like turtles we fights with before."

The warthog lets out a shrill squeal of surprise. "Wow! I totally didn't make that connection, Steranko man! How weird is that?!"

"Turtles you fought before?" Copeland asks, her dark hair falling in her hazel eyes. "You knew other turtles?"

"Turtles made us into mutants," Steranko growls. "You knows them, tiny tortoise?"

She seems to remember something, just a story she had heard her dad and uncles talk about. Stories of a loud-mouthed wannabe and a Russian rhino. It all clicks in an instant.

"Bebop and Rocksteady..." she whispers. "Oh no..."

"I HATE THAT NAME!" Bebop shrieks. "It's been years and years and I still hate that name!"

"You two losers are going to get your shells kicked!" Copeland threatens despite actually feeling rather scared. "My dad is going to beat you up! Or better yet, I'll beat you up!"

"Dad? Ooo! Rock-rhino, lookie who we found. One of the turtle's kids!" Bebop realizes.

"Probably ze Raphael's. Has same tempers," Rocksteady guesses. He turns to the young mutant as he cracks his knuckles. "Struggle, and you gets popped like the blueberries."

Copeland doesn't have a chance to run.

Donatello

"Asher! Look!" Dakota calls.

Asher races to his sister's side, her excited mismatched eyes meeting his own. She grabs his hand and drags him over to a dumpster. With a short shove to the stinking bin, she points. A glowing canister can be seen wedged between the brick and the old green metal of the dumpster.

"It's that the mutagen that made us into mutants?" he asks, ruffling his shaggy brunette hair.

"I think so," Dakota responds. "Why would there be a random canister lying around in an alleyway?"

They ponder that for a second, knowing that mutagen was a rarity nowadays. Most of the patrols that their parents went on nowadays were to find the precious canisters.

The cyborg wiggles into the cramped space, reaching out and tugging the container from its spot.

"Careful!" her brother warns.

"Calm down. Let your big sister handle this," she teases with a tiny smirk.

"Hey, you're only the big sister by a minute or two!"

"Still older."

He rolls his eyes as he pouts. "Can we just get the others and take this back to dad and mom? They'll know what to do."

"The ones who are strangers are the ones who should halt at this time," a random robotic voice announces.

"Huh?" The twins turn to look down the street.

A bunch of weird looking men in suits stand at the edge of the alleyway, holding guns. With a sinking feeling, the fraternal twins realize that the weapons are aimed at them. Dakota moves closer to Asher.

"Isn't that-" she starts.

"The Kraang," he finishes.

"Return the canister known as the mutagen to the ones known as Kraang," the first alien says.

"We can't," Asher whispers to his sister, who's sticking close to his shell. "Mom and dad need it."

"This doesn't make sense," she mutters. "I thought dad destroyed them with everyone else."

"Kraang, the male is what is known as a turtle," one Kraang mentions.

"Yeah! You got a problem with that?" Asher snaps, immediately wishing he had kept his mouth shut. He doesn't like being rude, even if they are aliens.

"The one who is the male turtle bears a resemblance to the turtle known as Donatello," the third Kraang reports.

"That's 'cause he's our dad, you dimwits!" Dakota snaps, still hiding behind her brother.

"By adoption, of course," the younger twin adds.

"The younger girl bears resemblance to the one Kraang knew as Subject 60184."

The twins look at one another, realizing just what a pickle they've gotten themselves into.

"Uh...Ash?" Dakota whispers.

"Yeah?"

"We need to run."

"Got it."

They turn around and poise themselves to run, but before the two can take off, the Kraang open fire. One bullet hits Asher in the foot, causing himself to trip and fall forwards. He lets out a cry of pain as he grips his injured limb.

"Ash!" Dakota yells, clutching the mutagen closer to her as she goes back for her brother.

"Run! Just run!" he hollers, his eyes wide with fear.

The cyborg doesn't listen, rushing back to him as the Kraang gain ground on them. Too late, two aliens grab Dakota and the mutagen while another two grab Asher.

"HELP!" they scream as they're tossed into a van.

Michelangelo

Mitch runs down the street, holding his arms out behind him the way his dad showed him. He laughs as he skids to a stop, looking around at the roads. His eyebrows knit together, wondering where all of his cousins went.

"Oh well. Probably busy anyways." He shrugs.

"Hey kid," a voice whispers from an alleyway.

Mitch stops, not stepping any closer to the voice. He backs up, knowing better than to trust a weird voice in a dark alley. He runs into someone tall and bulky behind him, causing him to spin around and stare up into the mean face of one of the Purple Dragons.

"Eh Fong, think this little shrimp has any cash?" the big guy asks.

Mitch gulps, looking over his shoulder as two more of the gang members saunter up.

The once-leader, Fong, smirks a little at Mitch as he spins a knife in his fingers. "Tsoi? Wanna see if he's got anything?"

"My pleasure," the third gang member, Tsoi, says as he cracks his knuckles.

Before Mitch can protest, the buffest man lifts him up by his ankles, holding him upside down. The boy thrashes, his curls falling around his face as he curls his strange hands into fists and tries to land a few punches.

"Hello shrimpy boy," an accented voice cuts in. Hun emerges from the alleyway and moves closer to the group, scrutinizing the boy. "Any money for us today?"

"Hey! Don't you dare!" He squirms, kicking at his captive. He manages to grasp some of the material of Sid's shirt, tugging at it. "My dad will beat you down! You'll taste hot nunchuck fury!"

Sid growls and tugs the boy away from his clothes, causing him to tear the material from the shirt. Mitch drops the useless piece of fabric and tries to growl the way Copeland always does.

Hun raises an eyebrow. "Hold up." He moves forwards, staring at the boy as he lowers his sunglasses on his nose. "Nunchucks?"

"Michelangelo! He'll beat your butts into the ground!" Mitch spits in his face, still flinging his arms all over the place

Hun growls and wipes his face, noting the boy's strange hands. "So this little shrimp is one of the turtle's kids? Interesting."

"What do we do with him, boss?" Sid asks.

"Kill him?" Fong inquires slowly.

Hun shakes his head, smirking. "Shut him up. Get him back to base."

Before Mitch can react, there's a sharp pain in his head and everything goes black.