rise of the tmnt · ninja turtles · brotherhood · new york city · sci-fi · action · mutant · mystic arts · team conflict · alien threat
The rooftop is a stark stage under the cold moonlight. I'm scanning the perimeter, my jaw tight. Nearby, Mikey's chain-weapon spins, weaving a glowing orange tempest around Leo's form. My brother just smiles, slices a portal into the air, and slips free. 'Nice try, little bro,' he taunts. The last thread of my patience snaps. 'Enough!' My roar cuts through the night. 'Stop acting like children! We're supposed to be heroes!' On the ledge, Donnie doesn't even look up from his phone, a silent monument to indifference amidst our brewing storm.