Hey guys, this is my first TMNT fanfic, please be kind! 3

Central Alaska, 5:47 am

Heavy breaths, that's all that can be heard in this frigid air, heavy breaths, crunching steps, and silence. A boy by the age of 16 treads heavily, his snow white hair dyed with the deep crimson of life, his life. He clutches his bleeding side, brows furrowed in frustration as he comes to a slow stop, letting the blood drip from his many wounds. Wounds inflicted upon him by whips, blades, guns, and brute force. The boy smiles as his reddish eyes gleam with dying light, he let's out a painful sigh. The barking of dogs and shouting men can be heard, getting louder and louder with each passing second. The boy pulls out a knife, and takes out the first man to arrive on scene. It continues like this until the teen is surrounded by men clothed in black, each armed with a loaded riffle. He stops, for he has long accepted his fate. A girl soon arrives, panting and out of breath. Her face red with adrenaline and biting frost. She pushes forward, only to be stopped by the arms of men much bigger than herself. She let's out an angered cry as she struggles. A man in uniform stands behind the makeshift circle of the firing squad. As he speaks, the girl cries, begs them not to shoot. The uniformed man drops his raised hand, and the shots fire, filling the boy with shinning bullets. He falls to the ground with a soft thud. The men let go of the girl as she rushes to him, her electric blue eyes wide in a frenzy of broken emotions. The world then spins, as a scream pierces the air, announcing the arrival of the winter sun.

Somewhere in the middle of Nevada, 5 Days Later, 9:20 am

"Specimen A-135 isn't reacting to daily tests. Shall we continue?" A man clothed in a white jumpsuit holds a sterile needle and slowly injects a greenish liquid into the pale skin of a girl who long gave up hope on the world; her electric blue eyes stare blankly at the bright overhead light. She didn't care; they already took so much from her already.

"Specimen is still unresponsive, take her back to sector 12 and let her be." The other men in white nod, pushing the white bed from the room. They head down a white hallway and down many twists and turns, stopping at a metal door labeled "12". They leave her there, here eyes unfocussed as gunshots ring her mind and a bloody body fills her vision.

"Sweetheart?" Calls a worried voice. A woman who looks about 27, with short black hair and the same blue eyes comes in, a tall solemn man with black hair and brown eyes in tow. The pair makes their way over and gently stroke the girl's placid looking face.

"Honey, can you hear mommy?" The girl stirs, looking up at her mother and father with sad eyes as she embraces them. She cries and her parents stroke her back soothingly. Whispering words of comfort that could never take the pain away. She held on tighter, not wanting to lose what she had left as she sobbed the days away, cried herself to sleep. Her parents had then and there called for arrangements, which was gladly agreed to by the head man in uniform. Yes, she was to start over anew, forget all that had happened, she was going to start again, to be free in New York.

One Month Later in New York, 7:35 pm

The blue eyed girl walked along the wet streets of New York, an address in her hands and her parent's instructions ringing in her head. Her condo was blocks ahead of her, she frowned at her stupidity. It was raining and she left her coat on the plane. Cursing her luck, she trudged along, deep in thought when a pained voiced broke her trance. She turned her head as the groans continued from a dark alley way. Deciding that someone needed help, she walked in following the sounds. She stopped and held a light gasp, there in front of her; a giant turtle lay slouched against a dumpster. Biting her lip, she kneeled down at the turtle's side and examined his body for wounds. Finding several, she went to work, pulling a small med kit from her bag. The turtle stared at her, eyes wide, questions flooding his mind. Should he just get up and run or stay? In the end, the pain overtook him and he was stuck. Her brows furrowed in concentration as she cleaned his wounds and stitched them back together. She studied her patient, noticing he was wearing a red mask and had two Sais at his belt. Her eyes trailed to his face and their eyes met, he grunted. Deciding to break the uncomfortable silence, she spoke.

"Hey." She said softly. "How you doing?" He contemplated answering. "Not very well I see?" She answered for him as he nodded slightly.

"Yeah, and I guess your aren't either. Helping a monster like me I guess." She shook her head, eyes focused on her stitching.

"No, you're not a monster, you're just different. Anyway, I've seen worse."

"Oh yeah? Well humor me." She let out a chuckle.

"Life's full of strange things, let's just put it at that." There was a pause. "Yuki." He tilted his head.

"Come again?"

"My name's Yuki.

"Raphael but you can call me Raph, nice to meet you." There was another pause. "So why are you helping me?" She shrugged.

"You need it."

"Yeah but why?"

"Because you need it and I'm not heartless, at least I don't think I am." He grunted in agreement.

"No, I guess you're not." She gave him a warm smile as she finished bandaging him up.

"You okay to walk." He stood, teetering a bit.

"Eh, I'll manage."

"You sure, I can take you home if you like." Images of shocked faces filled his head as he decided against it.

"Nah, it's fine, I'll be okay." She nodded, cleaning the crimson from her hands.

"Well see you around Raph." With that she turned heel and continued down the street.

"See you." Raph said a bit bewildered, his mind contemplated the events that just took place, a black haired girl obscuring his thoughts. What was with her? Any normal human would've screamed and ran but she, she stayed, and treated him like any other normal person. He decided to pursue her, following her every step in the shadows. It turns out she lived in quite the residence. One of New York's most upscale condos, and in a penthouse too.

"Chick must be loaded." He grinned half heartedly. Raph perched himself on a neighboring building's ledge and watched the girl carefully inside.

End of Chapter one: Get a New Start in New York