A/N: So this is my first TMNT fanfic! It's just an idea I had the other day, and I thought I'd turn it into a story for you guys. I'll be merging stuff from both the 2003 and the 2012 series for this story. (I grew up with the 2003 series, but I kind of like what they did with the new one because they really brought out the "teenage" part of them.) I hope you enjoy it! =)!

Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT, just Rilo, and I guess, Striker.

Rilonda's POV

I couldn't figure out what shocked me more: finding myself alone in a dark, filthy alley, or looking down at my body to see my whole torso and neck messily wrapped in a bunch of grimy, stained bandages. Completely disoriented and with a wave of panic coming over me, I sat where I was, leaned up against a brick wall and a dumpster, until I was able to regain control of my thoughts.

Where was I, exactly? All the noise and lights coming from the street told me that I was in some kind of overcrowded city. A multitude of people were walking by, with their gazes fixed on the ground immediately in front of them, and focused on going about their own business, completely oblivious to the rest of the world. This reminded me much of the times I used to visit my grandparents in Los Angeles, except that this place had an even more intense vibe to it, one which, before now, I would have thought to be impossible, coming from a small quiet town in Arizona. Where in the world was I?

I finally mustered up the strength to stand, holding onto the sides of the dumpster. The numbness and fatigue I felt from before was beginning to fade away, giving in to a dull kind of pain which was becoming more defined by the minute.

"Get it together, Rilo!" I scolded myself. I hated feeling as weak and helpless as I did now. I hated feeling so vulnerable. It wasn't exactly a feeling I was used to.

Back at home, I was always on top of everything. Now, well, I had a strange feeling I wasn't in Kansas anymore…

"Oh, stop being so dramatic." I hissed, angry at myself and my situation.

I felt my jeans and jacket for my cellphone, and was amazed when I felt a familiar bulge. With all the strange things that had already happened to me already, it would have been no surprise to find that I had been mugged while I was out cold.

Feeling that my luck had finally turned, I scrolled through my contacts until I arrived at the one that said "Big Sis". I clicked it, and waited for the ringing tone to start but it did not come. I felt my heart begin to race once again, but I made my best attempts to keep calm. It's no biggie, I'll just try that again, I thought. For the second time, I clicked to call, but nothing happened. I tried three more times in vain to call my sister, but it seemed that I was mistaken to have believed that my luck had turned so quickly.

I tried calling other people, even Mrs. Higgs, my gymnastics coach, until I was halfway through my contacts, but to no avail. I had already checked to see if I even had reception, but the bars on the top right-hand corner of the screen kept going wild. I even tried to hone in on my location through my GPS app, but again, there was no signal.

"You useless piece of garbage!" I snarled, clutching my phone furiously and slumping back down on the concrete. What was I going to do now? Not that I had much experience with big city people, but from the look on everyone's faces, I seriously doubted that they would take kindly to some random girl, who was dressed like she just came out of a meat grinder, asking them to use their cellphones. I mean, if I looked as horrible as I felt, I would surely scare the crowd into thinking that the zombie apocalypse had already begun.

I laughed a bit at the thought, and decided to shove my messy dark blonde hair into my hoodie and zip up my jacket so that nobody would be able to see my disgusting bandages. Dusting myself off as best I could, I ventured out into the sea of people.

Immediately, I felt uncomfortable. The few people who happened to be looking straight ahead caught glimpses of me, and made rather astonished expressions. Some even hesitated a bit in front of me. After several encounters like that, I decided to pull over to the side of the crowd and use my phone as a mirror. Sure enough, I had quite a bit of blood on my face. Frantically, I wiped it off with the back of my hand and cleaned it on the side of my pants.

Man, I looked terrible. Both eyes looked bruised underneath and my lips were cracked and cut. I licked them in the attempt to moisturize them a bit, wincing as they stung, until I noticed what had happened to my eyes. My once light brown eyes were now a mottled mess of black, gray, and a sickly yellow.

I ran my hands through my hair underneath my hood nervously. Granted, I had never really liked my eye color, but I really couldn't keep calm now. What had happened to me? How did I get here? My ignorance was driving me insane!

Noticing that people were starting to stare, I swiftly pulled my hood down as far as it would go, and sped off in a random direction.

I didn't even know where I was going. Upon later contemplation, the smartest thing to have done at the time would have been to go into a police station for help, but I guess I'm not what you would call a very intelligent person.

All I wanted to do was run, and not look back. I didn't care where I was running to. I just wanted to put some distance behind me, not that I knew what I was even running from.

The sun was already going down when I woke up in the alley, and by the time I slowed my pace enough to really study my surroundings, it was nightfall. I was in a slummy part of the city. Much of the buildings were run-down, and the alleyways here made the one I had woken up in seem like it had its own maid assigned to clean it twenty-four hours a day.

The place had its own threatening vibe to it, now that there was nobody walking the streets. I was starting to become frightened.

With my fingers crossed, I took my phone out of my pocket and tried calling my older sister again, but all I got from that was more frustration.

I was ready to tear my hair out now. I threw my phone to the ground furiously and sat on some nearby steps, tears beginning to form in my eyes. Breathing deeply seemed to lose its effectiveness by now, but still, I refused to let them fall. All I could do for comfort was hold my head and look down to make my world seem a little smaller.

I just couldn't believe what was happening to me. How and why did I end up in this place? Come to think of it, what was I doing the night before? I tried my best to remember what I had been doing, where I was, and who I was with, but all I got were flashbacks of bright multi-colored lights, flashbacks that made me inexplicably angry. The only explanation that occurred to me was that I had been out visiting my grandparents.

"But… this definitely isn't LA." I muttered to myself, wishing that I had paid more attention to the signs.

"And you'd be right about that, sweetheart." I jumped, startled by the raspy voice that had said that.

I looked upward to find myself completely surrounded by four men, three of which were rather scrawny, and all with matching dragon tattoos on the sides of their faces. The average built one had my phone, now sporting a fresh scratch on the side, in his hand.

"Got any other things you're willing to give us?" he said.

"Heh..." I smiled, thinking they were joking, and extended my hand for my phone. "Thanks." The men laughed mockingly, and I realized they were serious.

"We've got a joker here!" One of the skinnier ones jeered loudly, and they all laughed again.

"Give me my phone back!" I demanded with my hand still extended. Instead, they took my arm, pulled me up, and slammed me back down on the hard concrete.

I growled, instantly forgetting about my situation, and instinctively lashing out at the nearest of the four, tackling him to the ground. The other three reacted quickly, taking hold of my arms and pinning me to the ground, but leaving my legs free.

Taking the opportunity, I kicked the other two smaller men in the stomach, spun out of the fourth one's grip like I had seen football players do on TV, and bolted. However, the pain from whatever injuries the bandages on my neck and torso were covering acted up from all the movement, and slowed me enough for them to catch me again.

The one with the raspy voice took a hold of my neck and slammed me against a wall, and from the corner of my eye, I saw something glint in his hand. My eyes widened when I realized that it was a knife, but as soon as I did that, the thug eased his grip on my neck and instead held my arms. His face neared inches from mine, and looked as if he were inspecting me. I was right.

"I don't believe it…" He muttered. "We found one! I can't believe I almost killed her! Hun would have been so mad!"

"Well, looks like today's our lucky day, Striker." The one next to him laughed.

"Yes it is… Tie her up!" Striker ordered, and the other three pulled out some rope.

"Not so fast, punks!" Their thug leader looked upward, only to have his nose beat in by a bo staff launched from above.

"It's the turtles!" He exclaimed through the fountain of blood that had just erupted from his nose. "Hurry up with those ropes before they can…"

But before he could finish his sentence, I saw my opening and I took it. I punched the thug to my right on the temple and knocked him out cold.

Before I could pummel through the other two thugs that were trying to tie me up, four figures landed on top of them, flattening them on the pavement. Striker looked to and fro, from the four figures to me.

"You may have won this time, turtles, but Hun's gonna hear about this!" He hollered, backing away, and then breaking into a run in the opposite direction.

"Yeah?" One of the figures snarled. "Well nobody's gonna hear about anything when I'm through with you!" He made to chase after him, but another two held him back.

"No, let him go, Raph."

"But he's…"

"No, Leo's right. The more purple dragons there are roaming around, the more chances we have that they will lead us to them."

"Yeah, I mean, I don't like it either, but it's our best shot."

"We can't search this whole city alone."

I stood there, rooted to the spot. My instincts told me to run, but for some reason, my brain couldn't convince my legs to move even an inch. I swallowed nervously. I was staring at four giant talking turtles. Turtles!

I felt myself fall back, overwhelmed, into the wall. The turtles turned around to face me. They were each wearing different colored masks over their faces. The one in orange took a few steps forward, and we stared at each other for several long seconds, eye to eye.

"AAAAAHHHHH!" I finally screamed, and the orange-clad turtle followed suit.

"Mike, stop that!" The turtle in blue, Leo, I assumed, scolded him, and smacked him across the head. "You'll only scare her more than she already is!"

"Hey, that's my job!" Raph complained, and took another swing at him, grinning in satisfaction.

I stared, now silent, but wide-eyed, at the humanoid turtles before me. I laughed a bit out of nervousness, and my legs began to give way underneath me. Before I could fall, the two closest turtles caught me, and Mike slung me over his shoulder. The whole group then began to walk down an alleyway. I was too weak and in pain to struggle anymore, so I let them take me.

"Who are you?" I croaked, then reconsidered my words. "What are you?"

"We are the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles."

A/N: Please review! I'd love to know what you guys think! =)!