Chapter 1

Naomi POV

I was cold after walking for hours around Central Park. My toes felt numb and my nose had that weird cold feeling. I decided that on the way to my apartment that I would take a short-cut. Yes I know short-cuts usually means alley ways and yes on this occasion too, but I've done this a ton of times. Back in Wisconsin, that is… in broad daylight, in a small town of about 3,000. Where everyone knew everybody else and everybody else's great-aunt. Okay so yeah it was a stupid idea, but in my defense if I was out there any longer I would've turned into an ice cube. It was mid-autumn and I was and still am, a freeze baby.

"Come on guys… fresh meat."

Of course they could always mean there's some road-kill and they were hungry, I looked around… no road-kill. Besides soon-to-be me, that is.

I felt a rush of adrenaline and I knew somewhere in my head that I was done for. Reason one because whenever I was adrenalized I always ended up fighting instead of flying, which would be preferable. Reason two I can't fight…at all. And reason three, the adrenaline leaves me when I need it most so I go into flight mode of my own accord.

I whirled around and whirled the rest of the way, my adrenaline gone. I could not face these guys down, time to run.

They were huge, slobby, fat bastards. They were ugly, smelt like cheap beer and looked mean. All of them had leers on their faces… Yep, I was out of there.

I was almost to the end of the ally when one more guy came out, the biggest, ugliest, meanest one of them all. I was guessing that King Kong here was the leader.

"Leave me alone." It would have been very strong sounding if my voice hadn't wavered.

"C'mon sweecheeks we jus' wanna play." His words had come out slurred; he was the most intoxicated of them all too.

He made a grab for me but I side-stepped, unfortunately right into one of his cronies waiting hands.

I didn't stand a chance.

I yanked my weight around, hoping to throw the man's hands off of me but my own momentum threw me to the ground. None of them wasted time pinning me to the ground so I was on my hands and knees and two of them held my limbs down while the leader pushed his way past my maiden head. I cried out and the man who held my hands then used his knees to keep them down while he grabbed my hair and shoved himself into my mouth. Some guys who must've gotten the short stick stood off to the side and was jerking off. The leader's brutal thrust's became more erratic and once he pulled out I felt a warm fluid spurt against my thigh. The man in my mouth had forced his cock deeper into my throat and I felt his cum slide down my throat. One of the men pulled out a knife.

In the Lair

It had been four years since the Winters portal-to-another-dimension thing and the turtles were now 21.

Michelangelo had been the first to find a significant other. The couple had dated for about seven months before he showed himself to her. She took it well, a little shaken up at first but she got over that in a few weeks. During that time Mikey had discovered porn, deciding that way he could pretend someone wanted him. Everyone was surprised to find out that the sweet, timid Kara actually worked at an adult superstore for extra cash. When Michelangelo had walked into her store she nearly clobbered him for not answering her phone calls. Everything worked itself out with some bumps in the road but Mikey was lucky to have Kara.

Surprisingly Leonardo had been next in line for cupid's arrow. He, however, waited almost two years before he showed the starving artist and librarian 'what he is'. When he doubted he words she showed him the pictures she had drawn of him. Not the shadowy face he had tried to get her to imagine but his green skin and beak. Leonardo soon found out there wasn't much he could keep from September. She didn't even flinch; she said she cared more about 'who he is'. September and Leo fit together like pieces of a puzzle.

During the second half of that two year period Donny had been found unconscious by Claire, who ironically, was studying to be a veterinarian. Claire wasn't shy when asking her questions. Her fascination for all things different and the enthrallment she felt when discussing the human anatomy compared to the brother's anatomy drew them together quickly. For them it was love at first sight.

Raphael was still alone, but he preferred it that way. He saw how lovesick his brothers were and the idea of acting that foolish was not one he wished to stomach. The frequent necking in the living room and make out sessions in the kitchen practically drove him out of the lair like it was the plague. The girls however were incessant in their quest to find Raph a girlfriend.

Kara had vocally wished on a falling star for him to find someone and he almost fell off the roof everyone was sitting on. He told her that he didn't want that but she only replied 'I'll wish for that on every falling star I see for the rest of my life until you find that special someone.' He said 'I'll wish for the opposite.' But he never did, manly men did not make wishes on falling stars.

While his brothers weren't occupied with training they were occupied with their girlfriends. One day Raph found Mikey and Kara on the sofa a couple minutes away from a home run, and yelled at them to get a new room. They ran laughing into Mikey's room where he knew he would still hear the bedspring's creaking.

"Raphael, please come here my son." Raph jumped up, glad for the distraction.

"Yes Masta Splinta?" Raph asked once he had knelt in front of his adoptive father.

"We all know that your brothers still train and go up to the surface, occasionally. But they have been spending much time with their lady friends," Master Splinter jumped right in, "and the surface is growing more dangerous each day. Our Donatello is looking for the possibility of children with these young women and I want grandchildren before I pass on."

Raph's POV

I had no idea what he was getting at.

"You have been the most unoccupied, I think that the Nightwatcher should return to help the surface."

I looked up at this, in complete agreement with my father. I was going to suggest the same thing in a few more days, I needed something other than constantly interrupting make out sessions. I could see this already, cracking skulls. The criminals of New York shittin' bricks at the mention of my name. And the controversy, hearing people on the news moaning and groaning about laws being ignored.

He must have seen my eagerness because he added.

"Be careful to not let others see what is under your helmet Raphael."

"Of course Masta. When do I start?"

"Anytime, your brothers have prepared everything for you."

"Thank you Father."

"Good luck my son."

Two hours later

I had beaten the shit out of six muggers, three gang members and nine thieves. It was good to be me and already stories and words were flying about the reappearance of the Nightwatcher. I was headed back to our garage when I saw some asshole pull a knife on a girl they had just raped. The Nightwatcher hadn't been there to stop it, but I could stop this. After all I probably knew knives better than this guy any day.