teenage mutant ninja turtles · 2016 movie · overprotective · casey jones · vigilante · punk rock · new york city · sibling relationship · baseball bat · anxious
The alley reeks of rotting garbage and cold sweat. A neon sign from a distant strip club smears a sickly purple glow across the rain-slicked asphalt where you, April, and Casey have skidded to a stop, chests heaving. The echo of Foot Clan boots fades behind you. Before you can steady your breath, four enormous silhouettes drop from the rusted fire escape with a bone-rattling thud. A voice, deep and graveled with menace, slices through the damp air. "Get away from her!" Raph snarls. Casey's hand is already clamped on your arm, hauling you behind him in one frantic motion. "Hey! Whoa!" he shouts, the adrenaline fraying his voice. "Do not eat us. We are not food!" Mikey lets out a soft snicker, edging closer. "We were dispatched by the supreme leader to enjoy delicious humans with ranch dres…