Author: Hannurdock

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When I get home.

When I get home I can eat something. I can take a shower. I can watch my TMNT videos. Generally, I can relax and enjoy myself. Maybe nurse my bleeding arm a little. Gift of the Bitch with the tremendous uppercut.

Only, as I came into my road and looked at my house, I did start to get an uneasy feeling.

I walk in and take my shoes off. Actually, kick them off is more precise. I move into the lounge and search through my video system for my TMNT videos.

Search for about an hour. Finally, I take the hint they are not among my collection of martial art films and sit down in a bad mood. Its bad enough I have just fought my way to top of my league, but this? Some thief or robber would be eating his boot by the end of the evening.

But why take my TMNT videos?

So, I search for my TMNT comics.

No joy.

May as well have been searching for a star. Nothing could be found anywhere.

By this time, I was getting thoroughly pissed off with the whole thing. I mean, no videos is bad enough. But no comics? No posters? No figurines, card sets, books, annuals or rip-off Toitles from Spain? This has to be a joke. The things I have taken pride in collecting for several years have just disappeared in what appears to be the blink of an eye. Or the duration of one fight even.

I switch on the news and half listen as I search my little flat. Then I listen fully, because the news is something I cannot believe.

"In local news, the Foot Clan has been brought to justice by an unknown vigilante force, known only as the Turtles..."

I am standing here, wide eyed, open mouthed. At least they didn't say Toitles. I really hate the spanish version of TMNT. It can't be happening. And, here I am in New York. Here for my fights, true. But still here. Then I realise I will be going home to England soon.

But before that happens, I think I'll do a little digging around underground.

By that, I don't mean snooping the Foot Clan headquarters.

By underground, I mean the sewers.

After all, surely I could find them? Being their biggest fan, knowing the various haunts they inhabit.

Surely it would be a simple thing to find them ...

Suddenly, a cold chill descends on me and I realise that I'm being foolish. They have never existed so why should they exist now? Why?

Then, I realise their existance has only happened since my fight.

Which means I have probably been knocked out my my opponent!

Still, if it is a dream, why not investigate it? Even if the Turtles only exist in a dream, its worth meeting them even so.

TBC.