Chapter 9:

The moon shone high above as the clouds rolled by lazily spreading darkness and light in equal measures upon the rooftops.

It would be hours before the sun would take it's place. It would be hours before the turtles were forced to go home to rest. Thus, one brother stood in the light, a stark green that seemed to glow in the moonlight. His two siblings hid in the darkness, shapeless forms of shadows that watch and waited.

There was hours before the sun would rise, but everything was building to an end. Before the first rays of dawn, this entire mess would reach some form of a resolution, as the one in blue watch from the shadows. Movement, not completely hidden …had alerted them that the bait had been taken.

It was time for it all to end.

Donatello had smiled.

Mikey had smirk.

Leo had glared.

Tonight it would all end.

The fox was quick to assemble what resources were left to him. The turtle was dragged by his shell down the hallway …as he struggled with only half of his body. It was needless to say that it wasn't much of a struggle as they took him to the vehicles. The creature was sprouting every curse, profanity, and foul word that came to its mind, and all of them weren't even in english, which gave the fox a bit of a health respect for the creature.

His seven tails would seem to dance in rhythm with the insults as he sat down to watch.

"Why don't we just kill him?"

A purple fishy creature would ask. His eyes were narrowed as he looked where the turtle continued to rant and struggle, and the fox would smile at him. Showing every fang in his maw, and the fish would smile back with the same amount of fangs.

It was a good question, but as one predator to another …it was an insult to question his actions.

The fox had fallen quite far into disgrace, if even the minions were questioning his tactics. Though, he should have continued onwards, ignored him, he couldn't help himself. Beside, he was resting at this moment, and thus he would break the staring contest first.

"Cause, they all already think he is dead. They are sad, mad, and bent on revenge …which makes one cold and calculating. They want to hurt us, and they are thinking how best to achieve that …they think they have nothing else to lose …they are numb right now, consumed by the pain. They are someone who fears nothing, who doesn't care about the price of victory, as long as they can make us pay …they are bad enemies to have, ya."

The fish seemed to think about that. A look of understanding would glint in the fish's eyes as he looks over the fox's shoulder to see the flashes of metal that would walk pass them.

Yes, the Fish understood.

The Shedder would be supervising this mission.

The Fox couldn't afford to fail. He had to bring a victory greater than his last defeat or else.

The Fox would tap one paw against the ground to get the fish's attention.

"So, we shall remind them. Give them hope. Then they shall have something to fear, something they wish to regain, and right in front of them …we shall shatter it. Then their cold calculation will turn to blind rage, their resolve will dissolve into despair, and they will make many mistakes. They will throw their lives away in a blaze of fury …and we shall kill them all, but one, and then repeat this again with their rat master."

"That one is the key to their destruction …I shall not waste it."

The Fox would declare with a glare as the turtle finally disappears into the back of the vehicle and the sounds of his insults would vanish on the wind. Then slowly he would get back upon his paws, and stalk after him as the Fish would whistle appreciatively. It wasn't everyday you met someone who talked about genocide as if it was a forgone conclusion.

How the two found each other?

How did the final battle come into focus?

It wasn't like it was hard to lure out the turtles.

It wasn't like the turtles weren't searching for them.

Thus the stage was set, as the moon reached it's peak, in a familiar setting, the Shedder and the fox waited. They knew they would be found, they knew they would come, and as the turtles found the lone foot ninja in the night. He smiled, for this was as they plan. As the one turtle that stood alone drew him in, two different types of bait stood face to face.

It was exactly as they plan.

A whistle and more came to his aid.

A shout and the one that stood alone had two others jump to his side.

They fought, one ran, and the turtles followed.

They let him go.

He would lead them to their hearts' desire.

He would lead them to the one they seek.

It was a trap.

They knew, and they didn't care.

Tonight it ends.