Okay this is my first TMNT story, this is based on the 90's movies NOT any of the shows or newer movies(The 90s ones are the live action with REAL people- incase you didn't know). This is the first movie Yes it's going to follow the story line with some changes and added parts so if you don't like stories that follow the story-line don't read this.

Summary: OC/Turtles. Follows 90's movies, this is the first movie. I'll do the other two after this one. No definite pairing yet. No flaming only constructive criticism.

This means thinking

"And obviously this is talking"

It was dark out but the city was wide awake and bright. From my window I saw cars go by and people walking down the sidewalk. I smirked to myself as I pulled on my black hoodie over my dark blue sleeveless shirt. I pulled up the zipper as high as it would go and put up my hood tucking in my black hair. I tied my black converse sneakers tightly before standing up and slinging my backpack over my shoulder. I open the window slowly, I freezing when I heard movement behind me. I turned and looked back towards the other two girls I shared the room with. I thought one had woken up but they had only shifted positions. I quietly climbed out the window and onto the fire escape. I closed the window gently; ducking down when I saw the hall light go on inside. I slowly made my way to the latter and climbed down. I heard the window opening again and duck down by the next latter.

"Not again." I hear Mrs. Finnegan sigh before closing the window again. I quickly made my way down onto the street and ran from the building towards Central Park.

I've ran away multiple times from my foster home that each time the police get slower in finding me, plus, I had to think of new places to hide every time. The police would always check the areas they found me before first. Did they think I was that stupid to go somewhere they've found me previously?

I walked down the sidewalk, hands in my pockets, along the short wall of the park. Every now and again I would shiver from the holes in my jeans. It wasn't that cold to me but the passing cars would create a breeze as they went by.

Suddenly I hear running behind me and turn to see two teenage boys running away from the lady whose purse they'd just stolen.

"Somebody stop them!" The lady yelled.

I stuck my foot out to trip them, at the same time some guy in a trench coat and hat had the same idea. The two fell tumbling into one another. I grabbed the bag from one of them and tossed it back to the lady; a guy caught it and gave it back to her. I turned back and saw the trench coat guy holding his coat open and pointing at something. I couldn't see it but, whatever it was it really scared the two guys. They scrambled to get up and hopped over the wall into the park. The guy jumped in after them. Without really thinking I followed too; besides, my new hiding spot was the park anyway. I climbed over the wall and hid in the bushes. I looked through them to see the two teens and some guy in a hockey mask with a hockey stick.

"And this is uh, the penalty!" He spun around and hit one of the guys; the other ducked. "Two minutes for slashing," the hockey guy hooked the others legs and pulled making him fall back. "Two minutes for hooking, and let's not forget my personal favorite, two minutes for high sticking."

Wait the penalty for each of those things would only apply to him since he's doing them. Not sure he thought that through.

He raised the hockey stick above his head but the trench coat guy pushed him down between the teens.

"How bout a five minute game misconduct for ruffing pal?" The trench coat guy had a very noticeable Brooklyn accent. The guy's hockey mask had fallen off when he fell so when he stood up I saw his face.

"Hey, bulgy?" The trench coat guy fixed his hat, putting his hands in his pockets. "Now who died and made you referee? You did your job now get outta here and let me do mine, these JV low-lifes need to be taught a lesson." The two teens got up and run off.

"Not like that they don't, not from you." The hockey guy looks back, with his hands on his hips, seeing the boys got away.

"Well, it looks like you're the one that needs to be taught a lesson pal." He reached behind him and pulled out two bats from the bag on his back. "Class is Pain 101, your instructor's Casey Jones." He flipped the bats.

"Look, I don't wanna fight you." The trench coat guy backed up a bit holding up a hand.

"Well.. Tough rocks pal." Casey came at him and swung twice but trench coat ducked then caught the third swing.

"A Jose Canseco bat? Tell me... you didn't pay money for this."

"Ooo, That's it." Casey pushed the guy down. "Was two-for-one sale pal." They guy got up; his hat had been knocked off. He had a big round, bald head, and a red bandana over his eyes with eye-holes and he was green.

That's not something you see every day.

Casey noticed this too, he raised an eyebrow as he asked "Hey, what are you? Some sort of punker?" The guy looked up.

"Huh?"

"Man, I hate punkers." His eyes narrowed as he got a better look. "Especially bald ones with green makeup," The guy was holding one of Casey's bats and swung it a bit hitting his own foot before holding it in a batting position. "who wear masks over ugly faces. ooo"

"That's it." The green guy took a swing at Casey making him duck. "New batta!" I could hear his New York accent coming out more.

"Strike one!" Casey mocked him. He dodged another swing backing up a bit with him arms out. "What a whiffler." Suddenly the guy did a flip over Casey and hit his back sending him to the ground.

"Home run!" He walked over and put a foot on Casey's chest, raising his arms in the air. "Raphael wins!"

Raphael? Unique, but nice, name.

He threw the bat away. "One- Nothing!" He held up one finger on each hand. He pushed off and Casey twisted and sat up. "Well?"

"New game round-head." Casey got up. He pulled a cricket bat from his bag and twisted it making it swing. "Cricket." He smiled.

"Cricket? Nobody understands cricket. You got to know what a crumpet is to understand cricket."

"I'll teach you." Casey swung it hitting Raphael, sending him flying into a garbage can. "Hey, six runs." Raphael fell over, the trash can still on his head. He made angry noises trying to get it off. Casey ran off yelling back "So long, freak, I got work to do." and I ran out of the bushes and over to Raphael.

"Freak?!" I helped pull the trash can off his head and he sat up panting. "Freak?!" He threw trash off him and got up. He chased after Casey, completely ignoring me. "Come back 'ere! I'm not finished with you!" I hear him yelling off in the distance. I picked up the trash can and put the trash back in it.

"Jezz, He's gotta work on his anger issues." I said standing up. "What the hell was he though?"

"Damn!" I heard him yell. I flinched, raising my eyebrows.

"Sounds like he didn't catch him. Too bad, didn't like that Casey guy." I brushed off the dirt from my jeans and looked around. "oo, there's a nice tree." I climbed up the tree and leaned against the tree with my legs on the branch. I took my jacket and tied my legs to the tree; I wouldn't fall as easily and if I did I'd have more time to wake up and get into a position that wouldn't break my neck.

Hopefully the police won't think to look up.

I closed my eyes and let the noises of New York City put me asleep.

1,312 words I know, Really short, but this was more of an introduction type thing. A Prologue if you will. I WILL be reposting this tomorrow cause I have to change word tenses and other things. Just wanted to get this out after it's been sitting in a folder for like a year and a half now. Sorry if It sucks. Moved my "Rant" to the bottom of this, u don't have to read it's just ranting about flames and such. Please do not flame, give constructive criticism

First off, you're not allowed to flame this story unless you've NEVER made a mistake in your life, never done something wrong and not unless you're 100% PERFECT! You may be a critic and tell me how to FIX something. You MAY NOT tell me to delete this story or stop writing, YOU have NO RIGHT to say that until you're perfect. And NO ONE is 100% Perfect so keep your rude comments and flames to yourself. Also you swear in your review or say anything that gets a "**" I'm going to report it (and if it's a guest review I won't post it). I will not have rude reviewers.

This is not a Mary-sue story, this is not a self-insert, It's not my intention of this OC being a Mary-Sue THIS OC is not perfect, I'M not perfect I may make a mistake or two. I suck at first chapters; I know people read the first chapter and decide "I'm gunna keep reading." OR "I'm not going to read anymore." If you don't like the first chapter just TRY the second and if you still don't like it then stop but give it a chance.

Sorry about the rant~