Reckless

by LadyofBone

She's stubborn, has a slight temper, distant and above all, reckless. Eva's small business has been the only light in her life, but what happens when you throw four mutant turtles into the mix? And what happens when one is willing to find a way through the high walls she's built? Rating may or may not change depending on the story! Please feel free to review!

1. Prologue

The dark streets of New York were chilly, the wind biting at the young woman's face as her feet carried her rapidly down the pavement. She knew hitting him over the head would piss him off, but she had to do it anyway! That mugging was none of her business but she just had to play the freaking hero! She cursed under her breath, taking a sharp turn into an alleyway, hoping she had gained enough ground to give the large assailant the slip.

A small space between the dumpster and some old boxes provided the perfect hiding spot for the young woman to wedge her small frame as the heavy sounds of footsteps came rapidly closer. She concentrated, lowering her heart rate and slowing her breathing, the cold air making her lips quiver slightly. Silently, she watched the dark figure pass, his voice growling something low and inaudible. She would have stayed in the spot longer but the unforgiving mid-September air had begun to slip through the unflattering coat she had thrown on just fifteen minutes prior. Where were the police when you needed them?

Slowly, and as quietly as possible, she slipped from the hiding spot and made a break for the open streets. Suddenly, a hand shot out from the edge of the wall, catching her arm and jerking so that the large male's hand squeezed around her throat.

"Thought you could get away, didn't ya punk?" his voice grunted, pushing her small body roughly against the brick wall, causing a struggled cough from her chest.

His hold on her throat grew tighter, a fist suddenly driving its way into her gut, the coat barely providing cushioning. A soft gasp made its way out, her blocked airway making it impossible to scream or call for help as several more landed in her torso before there was a sudden rush of air, then the feeling of hard, cold concrete smacking the side of her face. Foggy vision barely allowed her to watch a large shape punching the man that had held her by the throat.

Stubbornly, she pushed herself from the ground, forcing her throbbing body to comply despite the black spots appearing within the corners of her vision. Something trickled down her lip, most likely blood. In the dark space, her well-adjusted eyes hardly made out the shape, a couple others seeming to come from nowhere. Was she suddenly seeing double? No, quadruple? She urged a heavy foot forward. Her whole body felt like it was carrying cinder blocks, and the black within her vision suddenly started to spread beyond her control.