Hey guys! I'm back and I gots a new story!!
lol, O.K., I'm now watching the 2003 Ninja Turtles and just made it to season three! YAY!!! -dances hysterically-
Anyways, I don't know what else to put..... Oh, got it!
Random quote: There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterwards you can remove all traces of reality.
~Pablo Picasso
Disclaimer: don't own 'em..... yet -evil grin-
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The girl did not have a name. Nor did she have a family, home, friends, or anything really to speak of. One change of clothes, a simple pocketknife, and a pair of fingerless leather glove were the only possessions she had. She was alone in the world with a unique story to tell, if only someone would listen.
The night where we start our story was a dark one. The moon was only half-full, but that didn't stop the Nightstalker, as some called her. She prowled the streets, always searching for signs of trouble.
Trouble came in the form of the Purple Dragons. "Hey girlie." one called as they formed a circle. "Remember us?"
"Yeah, babe. Where ya been? We missed our punching bag." another sneered.
"Don't call me 'babe' ever again." the girl said quietly, pulling her coat tighter around her shoulders.
"And why not babe?" the leader said, the name dipping off his tongue to spite her.
"Just leave me alone." she said and that was that. The gang jumped her, beat her up, and left her for dead.
"See you around, freak!" the leader called as he ran off with his boys.
The girl curled into a fetal position, trying not to cry from the pain. "Walk it off, walk it off." she mumbled to herself, trying not to cry from the pan. She huddled there, shivering despite the fur covering her body.
The girl was only nine at the time.
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There's the prologue. Lemme know what ya think!
I want THREE reviews before I post the next chapter. Please and thank you!!
-12kirby12