Disclaimer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or any of it characters. This is a plot my friend, lexicannotbesaved, thought of with some help from me every now and then. She doesn't have the time to continue the story, and therefore I asked whether I could. So no, I didn't steal anything.


Chapter 1


Backpack, check. Two bottles of water, check. A few muesli bars, check. Phone with earplugs, check. June was ready to go. She took a quick peek into the living room and saw her dad lying on the couch, fast asleep. The heavy scent of alcohol was lingering around him, and she scrunched her nose. She'd put her little brother and sister to bed about an hour ago. Swinging her backpack over her shoulder, she walked out of the front door, making sure to lock it behind herself. She'd made a promise with herself that she would be back in less than two hours. She didn't want to risk her dad waking up and finding out she wasn't there. He knew that she snuck out of the house at night, but he didn't know that she left every night. If he found out he'd wake up her brother and sister and that's definitely not what she wanted to happen. Besides that, she had to work tomorrow. It's not like she had to get up that early and couldn't handle a night with a little less sleep, but it wouldn't exactly be the smartest thing to do considering she could really use the extra money.

After checking the door once more, she climbed on the building closest to her. She hoisted herself on top, and started running. Run, jump, flip and land. Run, jump, flip and land. It was nothing new to June. Free running had become a part of her life now, and to her it was practically the same as walking. It didn't matter how high she had to climb or how far she had to jump, nothing was too much. One of the reasons she liked free running so much was because she loved to dance. There was no room to rehearse at her own house and lessons were too expensive. Therefor dancing a little up high was the perfect solution, and besides that she'd also get to enjoy the view.

A few minutes passed, and June stood still. She was standing on a rather high building where she had a perfect view of the city. Even this late in the evening, it was still full of life. Taxis were honking their horn and music was coming from various nightclubs. She put her backpack down and walked toward the edge of the building, looking down. Everything seemed so small from up there. It made her feel like she could conquer the world.

...

It was one of their usual patrols, and the brothers didn't really expect to see or do anything special. Surprisingly, it was a very peaceful night. Probably because it was a normal weekday for the average person. People had to go to work, children had to go to school. Though, normally that wouldn't stop the idiots from doing their thing. Yet tonight it seemed as if everyone was either too lazy or not in the mood to throw a party. At least. . . Everyone but the girl interrupting their night. ''What on earth is she doing?'' Raphael asked and followed the girl with his eyes. ''Does she want to kill herself or somethin'?''

''Jeez, Raph. Of course not. I've seen this before. It's called Free Running. Doesn't make it less dangerous though.'' Donatello said and stepped closer to the edge of the building to get a better view of the girl. They couldn't see her very well because it was dark, but it was obvious that she knew what she was doing.

''She's darn fast.'' Raph said and followed her with his eyes. They were all pretty impressed. The fact that they could do just that wasn't very special, but seeing some random girl doing things they were trained for all their life was quite fascinating.

''Hey, look! She stopped.'' Michelangelo spoke up, wedging his way between his brothers. He was too curious for his own good. They watched as the girl stepped closer to the edge of the building, staring over the edge as if she was gathering the courage to jump.

''I told ya, she's gonna kill herself.'' Raphael said with a strained voice. He'd seen a girl taking her own life before, and knowing that he could've stopped her if he hadn't hesitated for so long still bothered him. He kept telling himself that even if he would've tried, she would have found another way if killing herself was really what she wanted, but the nagging feeling he felt in the pit of his stomach whenever he thought about the incident never went away.

''Raph, c'mon. She's not gonna jump.'' Leonardo shook his head. ''If she was tryna kill herself she could've done it already. I really don't think that's why she climbed all the way up there.''

''If she jumps I'm blaming you this time.'' Raphael argued.

''There's no reason to blame anyone. Look.'' Michelangelo said and pointed at the girl. She took a few steps back and crouch down, rummaging through the contents of her backpack. She took something out what appeared to be earplugs. She put them in her ears prior to grabbing a bottle and taking a few sips. After twisting the cap back on, she put the bottle away. She threw her backpack aside so she had some space and typed something on her phone. The name of a song, probably. When she found what she'd been looking for, she stuffed the device back into her pocket, her head moving up and down along with the beat of the music. It didn't take long before her entire body joined in. Her movements were so graceful that it almost looked like her feet didn't even touch the ground. The brothers were practically enchanted by her dancing and didn't take their eyes off her even once until she was finished. The pulled the earplugs out and finished the bottle of water before packing all of her things. She leapt and jumped off the building, smoothly landing upon the one next to hers and running in the direction she had first come from.