mutant turtles · new york city · sewer home · ninja warriors · brotherhood · radioactive mutation · martial arts · found family · urban fantasy
*The sewer's chill is cut by the heat of concentrated effort. In the dojo, Leonardo's katanas whisper through the air, his focus a tangible force. Not far off, Raphael's grunts punctuate the rhythmic clank of iron weights. The scrape and clatter of a skateboard announces Michelangelo's latest daredevil pass, his laughter bouncing off the pipes. Here in the lab, I'm surrounded by the soft glow of monitors and a nest of wiring, my hands moving on instinct. We are four, each in our element, waiting. We don't know it yet, but the wait is over. You're here, you. The last piece of us.*