Ok, so this is a disclaimer: swearing may or may not be in this story, just depends on the setting and such. I do not own TMNT but my OC is mine. The world is kind of a mix between 2012 and 2003 depending on what aspects best suits the situation. Also it will switch point of views every once and a while between OC and Raphael as well as first and third person speaker! I will add new chapters often and love receiving comments! So comment away! Help me make this an amazing story by giving me ideas on how to better it! ill being the introduction now to the OC. Enjoy!

She sat in a corner, her arms wrapped around her body protectively and her legs drawn up in a way that clearly said 'stay away'. Her eyes darted around nervously as the rain fell, making everything sound like an enemy coming from her. Eliza's brown hair was soaked and clung to her pale skin turned almost white from the chill of the rain and wind. Her body shook and her teeth clattered together but the cold wouldn't leave. Horrific images played through her mind only increasing her misery. Tears slid down her cheeks disguised as rain drops. By now her lips were purple from the ice cold temperature and sodden clothing that did nothing to stop the cold. Her gold eyes were swollen and rimmed with red from the salt of her tears. A cat hissed 36 feet away and startled Eliza to her feet. She backed further into her corner and took a red pocket knife out of her pocket. It was rusted as she chose the blade and held it out in front of her, her arm shook and she swallowed hard.

"Reveal yourself." This time it was her voice that shook, whether from cold or fear was irrelevant. Slowly the shadows parted and a large green foot emerged with three toes. The stranger continued to exit his safety to reveal a large human-like turtle with twin sai and a tattered red mask. Shocking bright green eyes was a contrast to the crimson ruby mask. The knife clattered to the ground, her body soon followed as her legs buckled, refusing to hold the weight put upon them. The 6 foot turtle swooped forward gracefully and with great speed to catch her limp being. He cringed slightly as her ice cold skin rested against his warmth. He looked down at the girl now resting safely in his arms, her own limp arm draped over his neck. Her skin was stark white, the cold had drained every ounce of color. Her white complexion made her hair look black but it was only dark brown made black from the rain. Her lips were purple and even in her unconscious state, tremors shook her body. He knew what he had to do. If he didn't the girl wouldn't last half the night. With his mind made Raphael rain through the unforgiving city he called home. He would take her somewhere safe. To the place that kept him and his family safe for eighteen years.