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As I walked down the street, the air chilling, I wondered what to do, where to go. All I had were these clothes on me, which was just a t-shirt under a red jacket, and a pair of dark blue jeans.  Nothing much or fancy

I had my hood up. I'm just a small town girl, living in the big city, alone, no one to depend on. Since I never grew up here, and I'm thirteen and don't know anyone, I keep very quiet and to myself as I pass people by on the sidewalk. But I could never get this eerie that I was being watched, closely. Very closely. I'd check behind my back every once in awhile, just to make sure. The only thing I'd find was either a man or woman looking at me strangely, or admiring their pretty jewels that they believed no one else could afford.

My red and white sneakers hit the ground, and I'd hear a splash of a puddle every time. It must've rained or something last night, 'cause it was also cold and damp, plus humid. Pretty soon I got too tired to walk, so I just turned at the next alley there was so I could sit and rest.

I huffed quietly to myself. Then I heard another huff. But I don't remember taking in another breath to huff again. I turned my head to the right, where I heard it come from. Then I heard a grunt and a muffled "Ow!" further down the alley.

Alarmed, I quietly start to get up, but not in intention of running. Only if I'm meant to be harmed. I mostly just want to see what's going on. I creep slowly down the alley, hearing more groans and quiet cries of pain. But before I can get any farther, I see a huge metal figure, dimly showing from the light of the stores across the street. He, or it, is tall and obviously muscular under what-ever he was wearing. But instead of feeling scared, I feel a little more intimidated, but I see he's holding some thugs that were obviously heading towards me, since I see one of their eyes are fixed on me.

"What are ya lookin' at, Punk?" said the armored hero. I make sure my hood is over my dirty-blonde hair, and I whisper, "I must be the first to sneak up behind you."
The man, or whatever, turns toward me. I recognize him immediately; he's the Nightwatcher guy everybody's been talking about.

"Get outta here, kid. This is my business." Said the Nightwatcher.

"I'm not goin' anywhere. Don't worry, I'm a big girl, I can handle these kinds of things. Trust me, buddy, I've seen a lot worse than this." I feel scared of my wits, plus I've never been this confident in my life. But it came naturally when I was around him for some reason. I felt…safe.  And I had no intention of leaving this feeling I've never felt before.

He dropped the thugs on top of two others, and walked towards me. I stood my ground, unmoving. He wouldn't hurt an innocent teen, would he?
He stopped, and I could tell he was studying me. "What's ya name, kid?" He asked. I detected no sign of violence or anger towards me.

"Well, it's not 'kid'. It's Javee, Jave for short."
He bent down and I could tell he was trying to see under my hood. This made me feel like my personal bubble was about to be popped.

"Eh, excuse me?" I said, half-smiling.

"Boy or girl, ki—Javee, I can't tell with that red hood on." I rolled my eyes and slowly put down my hood, revealing my long dirty-blonde hair.

"Why? Does my name sound like a boy?"
He smirked. At least I think he did. "Just wondering. Most girls aren't that confident around me, especially your age….which would be--?"

"Thirteen. And yeah, I'm special like that."

The Nightwatcher just shook his head, and I could hear a very quiet "Thirteen". Then he turned away and jumped onto the side of the building, and landed on the top of it. Alarmed, my eyes widened and I cupped my mouth so he could hear me.

"Where are you going!?" I yelled.

"Anywhere but here," He replied, already moving away from my direction.

"Wa-Wait! Please, I want to be somewhere else too! Take me with you, I've got nowhere else to go!" when I got no reply, I just sat against the wall.

"He was probably the closest thing I had to a friend…" I whispered to myself solemnly, feeling pathetic. But I knew if I stayed here any longer, I'd more than likely be beat up by a thug, without the Nightwatcher to save me again.

I look from left to right, tighten my red hood, and sit up and start walking to no destination again.

As I walk out of the dark valley, dark thoughts come up. Like my previous homes. My previous fights. My previous schools. No friends to remember.

Why can't I just stay out of trouble? Ever since my mother died when I was young, I've been a wreck. I get too easily into fights, mostly because I was the one being made fun of, even if it's something simple like spilt ice cream at school. And usually the girls are making fun of me. The boys are too busy looking at all the girls, giving them scores on hotness. Ugh.

And then let's not forget the fact that any foster homes I'm accepted into are mean, abusing, and down-right disgusting. No matter what, I'm always the one stuck with the pest-infested room. I HATE ants now. If you ask me if I have ants in my pants, it's a complete possibility. That's just how disgusting the homes are.

When I was transferred here to New York, I'd had enough. I was fed up with abusers, bullies, school, EVERYTHING about my life. The first chance I got, I leapt out the window and escaped, hoping to get a new start and new friends. So far, that plan's heading downhill.

As I pass some stores, I see one that might interest me. I don't know if it's because I'm hungry and it says CHOCOLATE for a header, or because the smell is so good, but I'm determined to go in there.

As I enter the small store, I look around as I put my hood down, my mouth drooling. So many chocolates, and I haven't eaten any since before my mother died, so a very long time. So long, in fact, I barely remember the taste of it.

There's no clerk at the counter, so I just keep looking around, which is ok anyway, since I have no cash.

I head straight for the chocolate bars, skipping the lollipops, but stopping for a moment to look at the red suckers, my favorite. Then I continue on to the chocolate.

"What, does the itty-bitty girlie not like lollipops?" asks a sarcastic, unfamiliar voice.

"Excuse me?" I say as I turn around to see at least five masked, black ninjas facing me. I'm frozen dead on, studying them barely out of fear. Each one has a red ribbon thing tied around their forehead, and they have a red marking on each of their left shoulders.

I realize I'm still frozen there, standing this time like a sitting duck. But all the while this question keeps popping into my head: What do they want with me?

"Come with us, and you will not be harmed," said the one in front. I studied his voice. Even though he sounded calm and sincere, I got the vibe not to trust him.

"What-what do you want with me?" I said shakily, not even close to the confidence that I had when I was speaking with the Nightwatcher. I was actually glad it wasn't there. If I spoke confidently around them, I could tell I'd most likely would receive a slap in the face.

"We find an interest in you, young one. There's something that you know we find…useful. Like I said, come with us and you will not be harmed."

I still just stood there, staring at them. What could I possibly know that they could find useful? Unless they were wondering what it's like to be a loser teenager, they couldn't get anything good out of me.

"And that would be…?" I asked quietly, unsure if I should've even said that.

"You will soon find out. COME." He said angrily as he made a motion with his hand to his companions. Faster than you could say "Help", two ninjas were on each side of me, one holding my right arm, one holding the left and covering my mouth.

My eyes widened with fear as I struggled to get out of their grasps. I started twisting my body, hoping they'd loosen. When that didn't work, I kicked the one on my left's groin. After that, he bent down groaning, releasing my arm and uncovering my mouth.

I started to dart out, but the ninja on my right's hold was so tight that he held me there, so I was only able to take a few steps before another was at my left, and the one I kicked in the groin was already out of sight, behind me with the others. I knew I had no chance, so I just stopped and stood there; being held like some slave that disobeyed his master.

The masked ninja, who spoke to me, hadn't moved since I'd seen him. Now he stood in front of me, all his companions behind me or on the side. I couldn't tell what he was thinking as he kept looking at me, making me feel uncomfortable. Finally, he started to walk towards me slowly, thoughtfully, as he looked to the others.

"What do you know of the turtles?" he asked firmly, standing in front of me tall and proud. I was completely dumbfounded by this question.

"The…turtles?" I asked quietly, my brow slightly arching. I had no idea what he meant. And what could at least five kick-butt ninjas need with turtles?

The man slapped me so quickly and swiftly that I hadn't realized it happened until a few seconds after, when my eyes looked around at the side of a wall and the stinging increased on my cheek.

"Stupid girl, do not lie to me. What do you know of the turtles?!"

I turned my head very slowly towards the ninja, bangs covering my eyes. I stared at him with all the hatred I had for my foster homes, I stared at him with all the hatred I had for bullies. I stared at him with all the hatred I had for all the schools I'd been to. Because each one, every single one, did to me what he had just done.

"Fine, if you will not speak," he said officially, "perhaps we can change your tiny mind."

He finished as he pointed to one of his companions who was holding a brief case. The ninja walked in front of me, behind the leader, and opened the case with the soft sounds of "clicks" on each side. When he stood up again, he was holding a huge syringe that had a green substance in it.

"We've had this…serum we've needed to test. You can be our first candidate. But," he said, pointing his finger upward, "this doesn't have to happen to you if you just tell us what we need. Then we'll leave you alone, like a bad nightmare, never to return."

I kept staring at him with hatred. I glanced at the syringe, my eyes widening. Then I looked back at the man mercifully, and yelled,

"PLEASE, NO! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! PLEASE! BELIEVE ME!" I finished, I'd been tugging at the arms of my captors as I shouted this, crying at the same time. Now I wished I'd never left my foster home.

The leader looked at the others, left slowly, then right, slowly. Then he nodded faintly, looking back to me. Then I could feel the grasps on my arms tighten, and I knew that was not a good sign.

"It seems that we believe you," he said, smirk in his voice, "but we still need to test this serum. And none of my colleagues wish to test it. I guess that leaves you to do it for us."

My eyes widened and I struggled against the grips of my captors, yelling, "NO! NO! LET ME GO! NO!" defying what they were about to do.

"Hold still and it won't hurt—much." He said while grabbing the syringe and coming closer to me.

"Turn her around—Bavil said to inject it in the middle of her back." Said the follower behind the leader. I struggled as the others did what they were told, turning me around so that I was facing the counter behind me, others who weren't holding my arms holding my feet and head still. I knew there was no way out of this. So I just stood still and sobbed as I waited for the impacted of the sharp needle to pierce into my back.

They lifted up my sweatshirt, revealing my bare back. Almost as soon as it was lifted I could feel a cold metal starting to touch my back. I started to sob, but then one of the ninjas holding my arm covered up my mouth too.

The needle injected into the very middle of my back, next to my spine. As it went deeper, the pain immersed, and grew worse and worse until I finally started screaming. But it was muffled by the hand of my enemy.

The pain injection seemed to last forever, and my skin felt like it was starting to burn. It became so bad that I actually felt like I was in a fire, my back exposed only to its raging flames. It was like I was burning, and there was no water in sight for thousands of miles.

Finally, the syringe was pulled out.  I barely felt it, since I was now numb there. I felt very weak, too, after it was done, like the metal had just sucked out all the energy I had. I went limp in the ninjas grasps, and my eyes closed. But I could still hear.

"We'll leave her here to die. She's of no use to us now."

"But, sir, Shredder wanted to see the serum--"

"Used on a Foot ninja like yourself. Now don't disobey--"
Before the leader could finish his talking, I heard glass break into pieces as someone came in. then everything went dark.

Description
As I walked down the street, the air chilling, I wondered what to do, where to go. All I had were these clothes on me, which was just a t-shirt under a red jacket, and a pair of dark blue jeans.  Nothing much or fancy

I had my hood up. I'm just a small town girl, living in the big city, alone, no one to depend on. Since I never grew up here, and I'm thirteen and don't know anyone, I keep very quiet and to myself as I pass people by on the sidewalk. But I could never get this eerie that I was being watched, closely. Very closely. I'd check behind my back every once in awhile, just to make sure. The only thing I'd find was either a man or woman looking at me strangely, or admiring their pretty jewels that they believed no one else could afford.

My red and white sneakers hit the ground, and I'd hear a splash of a puddle every time. It must've rained or something last night, 'cause it was also cold and damp, plus humid. Pretty soon I got too tired to walk, so I just turned at the next alley there was so I could sit and rest.

I huffed quietly to myself. Then I heard another huff. But I don't remember taking in another breath to huff again. I turned my head to the right, where I heard it come from. Then I heard a grunt and a muffled "Ow!" further down the alley.

Alarmed, I quietly start to get up, but not in intention of running. Only if I'm meant to be harmed. I mostly just want to see what's going on. I creep slowly down the alley, hearing more groans and quiet cries of pain. But before I can get any farther, I see a huge metal figure, dimly showing from the light of the stores across the street. He, or it, is tall and obviously muscular under what-ever he was wearing. But instead of feeling scared, I feel a little more intimidated, but I see he's holding some thugs that were obviously heading towards me, since I see one of their eyes are fixed on me.

"What are ya lookin' at, Punk?" said the armored hero. I make sure my hood is over my dirty-blonde hair, and I whisper, "I must be the first to sneak up behind you."
The man, or whatever, turns toward me. I recognize him immediately; he's the Nightwatcher guy everybody's been talking about.

"Get outta here, kid. This is my business." Said the Nightwatcher.

"I'm not goin' anywhere. Don't worry, I'm a big girl, I can handle these kinds of things. Trust me, buddy, I've seen a lot worse than this." I feel scared of my wits, plus I've never been this confident in my life. But it came naturally when I was around him for some reason. I felt…safe.  And I had no intention of leaving this feeling I've never felt before.

He dropped the thugs on top of two others, and walked towards me. I stood my ground, unmoving. He wouldn't hurt an innocent teen, would he?
He stopped, and I could tell he was studying me. "What's ya name, kid?" He asked. I detected no sign of violence or anger towards me.

"Well, it's not 'kid'. It's Javee, Jave for short."
He bent down and I could tell he was trying to see under my hood. This made me feel like my personal bubble was about to be popped.

"Eh, excuse me?" I said, half-smiling.

"Boy or girl, ki—Javee, I can't tell with that red hood on." I rolled my eyes and slowly put down my hood, revealing my long dirty-blonde hair.

"Why? Does my name sound like a boy?"
He smirked. At least I think he did. "Just wondering. Most girls aren't that confident around me, especially your age….which would be--?"

"Thirteen. And yeah, I'm special like that."

The Nightwatcher just shook his head, and I could hear a very quiet "Thirteen". Then he turned away and jumped onto the side of the building, and landed on the top of it. Alarmed, my eyes widened and I cupped my mouth so he could hear me.

"Where are you going!?" I yelled.

"Anywhere but here," He replied, already moving away from my direction.

"Wa-Wait! Please, I want to be somewhere else too! Take me with you, I've got nowhere else to go!" when I got no reply, I just sat against the wall.

"He was probably the closest thing I had to a friend…" I whispered to myself solemnly, feeling pathetic. But I knew if I stayed here any longer, I'd more than likely be beat up by a thug, without the Nightwatcher to save me again.

I look from left to right, tighten my red hood, and sit up and start walking to no destination again.

As I walk out of the dark valley, dark thoughts come up. Like my previous homes. My previous fights. My previous schools. No friends to remember.

Why can't I just stay out of trouble? Ever since my mother died when I was young, I've been a wreck. I get too easily into fights, mostly because I was the one being made fun of, even if it's something simple like spilt ice cream at school. And usually the girls are making fun of me. The boys are too busy looking at all the girls, giving them scores on hotness. Ugh.

And then let's not forget the fact that any foster homes I'm accepted into are mean, abusing, and down-right disgusting. No matter what, I'm always the one stuck with the pest-infested room. I HATE ants now. If you ask me if I have ants in my pants, it's a complete possibility. That's just how disgusting the homes are.

When I was transferred here to New York, I'd had enough. I was fed up with abusers, bullies, school, EVERYTHING about my life. The first chance I got, I leapt out the window and escaped, hoping to get a new start and new friends. So far, that plan's heading downhill.

As I pass some stores, I see one that might interest me. I don't know if it's because I'm hungry and it says CHOCOLATE for a header, or because the smell is so good, but I'm determined to go in there.

As I enter the small store, I look around as I put my hood down, my mouth drooling. So many chocolates, and I haven't eaten any since before my mother died, so a very long time. So long, in fact, I barely remember the taste of it.

There's no clerk at the counter, so I just keep looking around, which is ok anyway, since I have no cash.

I head straight for the chocolate bars, skipping the lollipops, but stopping for a moment to look at the red suckers, my favorite. Then I continue on to the chocolate.

"What, does the itty-bitty girlie not like lollipops?" asks a sarcastic, unfamiliar voice.

"Excuse me?" I say as I turn around to see at least five masked, black ninjas facing me. I'm frozen dead on, studying them barely out of fear. Each one has a red ribbon thing tied around their forehead, and they have a red marking on each of their left shoulders.

I realize I'm still frozen there, standing this time like a sitting duck. But all the while this question keeps popping into my head: What do they want with me?

"Come with us, and you will not be harmed," said the one in front. I studied his voice. Even though he sounded calm and sincere, I got the vibe not to trust him.

"What-what do you want with me?" I said shakily, not even close to the confidence that I had when I was speaking with the Nightwatcher. I was actually glad it wasn't there. If I spoke confidently around them, I could tell I'd most likely would receive a slap in the face.

"We find an interest in you, young one. There's something that you know we find…useful. Like I said, come with us and you will not be harmed."

I still just stood there, staring at them. What could I possibly know that they could find useful? Unless they were wondering what it's like to be a loser teenager, they couldn't get anything good out of me.

"And that would be…?" I asked quietly, unsure if I should've even said that.

"You will soon find out. COME." He said angrily as he made a motion with his hand to his companions. Faster than you could say "Help", two ninjas were on each side of me, one holding my right arm, one holding the left and covering my mouth.

My eyes widened with fear as I struggled to get out of their grasps. I started twisting my body, hoping they'd loosen. When that didn't work, I kicked the one on my left's groin. After that, he bent down groaning, releasing my arm and uncovering my mouth.

I started to dart out, but the ninja on my right's hold was so tight that he held me there, so I was only able to take a few steps before another was at my left, and the one I kicked in the groin was already out of sight, behind me with the others. I knew I had no chance, so I just stopped and stood there; being held like some slave that disobeyed his master.

The masked ninja, who spoke to me, hadn't moved since I'd seen him. Now he stood in front of me, all his companions behind me or on the side. I couldn't tell what he was thinking as he kept looking at me, making me feel uncomfortable. Finally, he started to walk towards me slowly, thoughtfully, as he looked to the others.

"What do you know of the turtles?" he asked firmly, standing in front of me tall and proud. I was completely dumbfounded by this question.

"The…turtles?" I asked quietly, my brow slightly arching. I had no idea what he meant. And what could at least five kick-butt ninjas need with turtles?

The man slapped me so quickly and swiftly that I hadn't realized it happened until a few seconds after, when my eyes looked around at the side of a wall and the stinging increased on my cheek.

"Stupid girl, do not lie to me. What do you know of the turtles?!"

I turned my head very slowly towards the ninja, bangs covering my eyes. I stared at him with all the hatred I had for my foster homes, I stared at him with all the hatred I had for bullies. I stared at him with all the hatred I had for all the schools I'd been to. Because each one, every single one, did to me what he had just done.

"Fine, if you will not speak," he said officially, "perhaps we can change your tiny mind."

He finished as he pointed to one of his companions who was holding a brief case. The ninja walked in front of me, behind the leader, and opened the case with the soft sounds of "clicks" on each side. When he stood up again, he was holding a huge syringe that had a green substance in it.

"We've had this…serum we've needed to test. You can be our first candidate. But," he said, pointing his finger upward, "this doesn't have to happen to you if you just tell us what we need. Then we'll leave you alone, like a bad nightmare, never to return."

I kept staring at him with hatred. I glanced at the syringe, my eyes widening. Then I looked back at the man mercifully, and yelled,

"PLEASE, NO! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! PLEASE! BELIEVE ME!" I finished, I'd been tugging at the arms of my captors as I shouted this, crying at the same time. Now I wished I'd never left my foster home.

The leader looked at the others, left slowly, then right, slowly. Then he nodded faintly, looking back to me. Then I could feel the grasps on my arms tighten, and I knew that was not a good sign.

"It seems that we believe you," he said, smirk in his voice, "but we still need to test this serum. And none of my colleagues wish to test it. I guess that leaves you to do it for us."

My eyes widened and I struggled against the grips of my captors, yelling, "NO! NO! LET ME GO! NO!" defying what they were about to do.

"Hold still and it won't hurt—much." He said while grabbing the syringe and coming closer to me.

"Turn her around—Bavil said to inject it in the middle of her back." Said the follower behind the leader. I struggled as the others did what they were told, turning me around so that I was facing the counter behind me, others who weren't holding my arms holding my feet and head still. I knew there was no way out of this. So I just stood still and sobbed as I waited for the impacted of the sharp needle to pierce into my back.

They lifted up my sweatshirt, revealing my bare back. Almost as soon as it was lifted I could feel a cold metal starting to touch my back. I started to sob, but then one of the ninjas holding my arm covered up my mouth too.

The needle injected into the very middle of my back, next to my spine. As it went deeper, the pain immersed, and grew worse and worse until I finally started screaming. But it was muffled by the hand of my enemy.

The pain injection seemed to last forever, and my skin felt like it was starting to burn. It became so bad that I actually felt like I was in a fire, my back exposed only to its raging flames. It was like I was burning, and there was no water in sight for thousands of miles.

Finally, the syringe was pulled out.  I barely felt it, since I was now numb there. I felt very weak, too, after it was done, like the metal had just sucked out all the energy I had. I went limp in the ninjas grasps, and my eyes closed. But I could still hear.

"We'll leave her here to die. She's of no use to us now."

"But, sir, Shredder wanted to see the serum--"

"Used on a Foot ninja like yourself. Now don't disobey--"
Before the leader could finish his talking, I heard glass break into pieces as someone came in. then everything went dark.