My first ever story! It's taken me a couple of months to get this chapter perfect, but I have also been working on the other chapters and stories so I won't get behind.

I also have a few things I need to clear up first.

1. This story takes place during the season 2 episodes of the 2012 version of TMNT. The reason why is that I felt it was the ideal season to start off my character's storyline I've got planned. Plus, I thought it would be good to see my character being thrust into the middle of this war that is happening between the turtles, the foot and the kraang and to also see how she bonds with the turtles while April is away.

2. The first three chapters replace The Mutation Situation and Follow the Leader. This first chapter takes place just after The Mutation Situation.

3. My main character and other characters will occasionally speak in different languages, but translation will be available at the end of each chapter.

4. Character Description: Olivia is around Leonardo's height, slender, fair skinned with sapphire blue eyes and long black straight silky hair with a side swept fringe and a v-cut at the back.

And finally I don't own anything except my own characters, now that's out the way.

Please Enjoy.

The Secret Ninja: Olivia's Secret Life

Chapter 1: Victim to Vigilante

This is it I thought as I threw empty cardboard boxes off my bed and onto the floor, I have officially moved in. I bounced backwards and landed on my new bed, I then pulled my hair out from underneath me and I allowed my long black hair to spread out over my bed. I closed my eyes and felt a huge smile appear on my face, my new life begins now.

By the way, my name is Olivia Kotova. I have just moved to New York four days ago with my grandfather, Viktor Kotov. He recently retired and he always wanted to live in New York and funnily enough so did I, so this is a win-win situation for the both of us.

A familiar laugh made me turn my head towards my bedroom door. There in the doorway stood my grandfather who had a huge and heavy looking cardboard box in his arms.

"I see you are all unpacked and settled in vnuchka."

"Yes deda" I said beaming as I sat up and shifted my body until I was sitting at the edge of my bed.

"Good, then how about helping your old deda with a few more boxes?" He asked as he left my bedroom still carrying the box as he headed in the direction of our new living room.

That was my grandfather or deda as I like to call him. In case you didn't know, deda means grandfather in Russian. Russia is where my grandfather was born and raised, and although he is completely fluent in English, he still has a Russian accent. He's 66; is tall and slim with dark green eyes, neat silver grey hair and a "van dyke" style beard. He is also extremely fit and active and can still do a lot of heavy lifting, which is good because like he said we do have a lot of stuff. My deda is a kind man, he always sees the best in people not the worst and he only judges people by their actions, not their appearance. That's why he was the perfect person to run a circus.

Ah yes, the circus, The Kotov International Traveling Circus to be precise and my home for the last 16 years. My deda built the circus up from scratch, over time more and more customers came to see my deda's circus and before long he had a strong and successful business. But my deda's circus was more than just a business; it became a home for those who were abused and ridiculed for just being themselves. My deda would welcome anyone to the circus with open arms and they all became like a family to him… like my parents.

My parents were both found separately by my deda when they were both children. My father was found being hunted down by a man who wished to kill my father for unknown reasons. My deda welcomed my father into the circus, protected him from harm and treated him like son. My mother was discovered over a year later; she was found injured and passed out near the location where the tent had been set up. My deda brought her inside and helped nurse her back to health, after discovering she had no home or family to return to, he also welcomed her into the circus and raised her as his daughter.

That is how my parents met; they eventually fell in love, got married and eventually my mother gave birth to me. Unfortunately my time with them was short. Eight years ago the three of us were involved in an incident that killed my parents and left me an orphan. I was then officially adopted and raised by my deda who promised he would always be there take care of me, this is why the bond we share is so strong.

After my parent's deaths, I continued to live and preform acrobatics in the circus like I did before the incident. When I was not preforming I was spending all my time learning as much as I could about the history and culture of each country I visited as well as learning as much as I could about my favourite subject and ultimate passion: Art. Anyway I continued to live in the circus…that is until my deda recently decided to retire. He realised he was getting on a bit to run things but my deda would never sell up so instead he passed on ownership of the circus to his closest friend in the circus, Ivan the former strong man. I was given the choice to stay in the circus or move with my deda to New York. You can probably guess what I chose and that's the reason why I am sitting on a new bed, in a new room, in a new apartment, in a new city.

After a moment I jumped of my bed and followed my deda into the living room where he had just put the box down and stretched a little before looking at his pocket watch.

"It's getting late; maybe we should call it a day for now and finish off the last few boxes tomorrow. He said as he headed towards our new small kitchen. "Now vnuchka, what would you like for dinner?"

Although I was hungry I was really desperate to get out the apartment for a while. I had been cooped up for four days helping with the unpacking and I really wanted to see and experience the sights and sounds of New York.

"Actually deda…I was kind of hoping I could go out for a bit and explore the city for a while." I said feeling slight nervous. I heard deda give a huge sigh as he turned back around to face me.

"No vnuchka, not on your own".

"But why not deda" I asked slightly irritated. "I have been here for four days and I still haven't seen New York yet. Besides I can look after myself, I'm nearly an adult now".

"Last time I checked being sixteen does not make you an adult and New York is not like the circus" he said in a serious tone. "It's too dangerous for you to be out on your own.

I gave a huge sigh. I know I was being impatient, but you have no idea how long I have wanted to see New York. However, we were warned the day me moved in that New York had been having 'strange activities' happening recently, which is the reason why deda is being way over protective. Speaking of 'strange activities' during my first night in New York while my deda was sleeping, I watched from my bedroom window as weird green glowing objects that looked like they were falling from the sky. It must have been some sort of a meteor shower or something, but nothing was reported on the news and there was nothing mentioned on the internet. So god only knows what they were, but it surely was a beautiful sight.

Anyway back to me trying to get out of the apartment… as my deda might tell you, I'm as stubborn as an ox, just like my mother. I stepped closer to deda, clasped my hand together and blinked rapidly to try and make myself look as cute as possible.

"Please deda, just for an hour or so" I begged as sweetly as I could manage. "I'll be careful I promise."

My deda closed his eye and gave another huge sigh while he rubbed his beard, but this time a smile also appeared on his face. He opened his eyes and looked into my own sapphire blue eyes. I noticed there was a twinkle in his dark green eyes, which means…

"One hour" he said sternly but with his wide smile still on his face.

Ecstatic, I reached forward and hugged him tightly while also giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, deda". I said desperately trying to contain the excitement in my voice.

I then turned and ran into my room to change and gather up some things I needed while I was out. I pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans, a plain white t shirt and my favourite black zip Hoodie, I then grabbed my phone and purse that was on my bedside table and shoved them in my pockets. I was about to leave my room when I stopped and turned to where my new dressing table stood. I slowly walked over to it and opened the top drawer; I then pulled out a small handcrafted box that protected the only possession that connects me to my parents.

It was a part a sun pendant necklace that had once belonged to my mother. It had once been whole, but it was split into three separate pieces shortly after my birth. You see the Pendant was a gift to my mother from my deda not long after he welcomed her to the circus. The pendant represents happiness, life, spirituality and hope, but it also represented the love that my deda had for my mother and reminded her that she would always have that love. She later gave the pendant to my father as a symbol of her love for him and he wore it every day as a symbol of his love for her. When I was born my father took the pendant and had it split and made into three separate necklaces to symbolise the love we have as a family. The other two pieces were lost when my parents died, so I normally chose not to wear my pendant in case I lost it, but seeing as it was a special occasion I decided to put it on so it feels like my parents are with me as I experience New York for the first time.

I took my pendant and quickly put it on, before leaving my room and heading for the front door. My Deda was stood next to the front door, waiting for me. He smiled at me, unlocked and opened the front door for me before giving me a key of my own.

"Be careful", he said reaching forward and giving me a kiss on my forehead.

"I will deda," I said leaving the apartment and heading for the stairway. "Lyublyu tebya".

"Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu vnuchka".

New York is certainly different from the circus. I don't know if it's a good different or a bad different it's just…different.

For starters New York is big… a little too big for my liking and then there isn't really much colour compared to some other towns and cities that I have visited while traveling with the circus. It's mostly just brown, black, grey and dirty white, I personally think there should really be more colour around here. Now I can see why there is a lot of graffiti here, who knows you might be finding me out late at night with a spray can. Finally, it's a lot busier in New York and very nosy but I've always had sensitive hearing ever since I was little. Deda says that I could hear a cricket chirping from miles away if I concentrate hard enough and you know what, I think I could. I also have good eyesight and can see very well in dim lit or dark places and I have a great sense of smell which can be good or bad depending on the situation.

After wandering around the streets for a while and admiring some of New York's most interesting graffiti I pulled out my phone to check the time, my hour was nearly up. I knew that if I stayed out any longer deda would send out a search party for me. I turned around and was heading for home when I heard some sort of commotion coming from a nearby alley. I was going to carry on walking by, but my curiosity got the better of me and I found myself walking into the alley. I only needed to walk a short distance to see what was going on… a mugging.

I quickly ducked behind some metal dustbins that were close to where the mugging was taking place and peeped out to see what was happening. A terrified man had been cornered by three thugs who were all covered of them were covered in dragon style tattoos. It can't be… the Purple dragons. Here? Another thing we were warned about when we moved here: The Purple Dragons. They are an infamous street gang who are well known for terrorizing local businesses and stealing from people.

I was terrified; I didn't know what to do. I thought the best idea would be to find a safe place and call the cops. I was about to sneak away when I heard the man pleading with the dragons.

"Please, I have a wife and new born son."

They all started laughing menacingly; one of them pulled out his sword from its sheath and brandished it in the man's face. I have seen this sword before, it was wakizashi, one of the many type of swords that my friend Johnny the sword swallower from the circus used in his act.

"Give us everything you've got or your son loses his father tonight." He threatened edging the wakizashi closer to the man's face.

That was the last straw. No child was going to lose their parent tonight, not while I was there. I picked up a dustbin lid, aimed it at the dragon with the sword and threw it like a Frisbee; it hit him in the stomach, causing him to stagger backward.

"Leave him alone!" I shouted as loud and I could manage, trying to sound calm and not frightened.

While the purple dragons were distracted, the scared man saw his chance and knocked the dragon out of the way before running in the opposite direction until he was no longer in sight. I knew at that moment, that man was going to live a happy life and make some wonderful memories with his son.

But I was not out of the woods…or alley just yet. Once the dragon with the wakizashi had recovered he turned to face me. He was furious and so were the other two.

"You're going to pay for that you little bitch!" he said with venom in his voice.

I could have run away at this point but I didn't, my legs wouldn't allow me. I tried to remain calm and show the purple dragons no fear.

"I'm not scared of you". I said boldly standing my ground.

The dragon with the wakizashi walked closer to me, sword still in his hand and a malicious grin on his face.

"Well you should be."

He then swung his wakizashi at me, without even thinking I dodged all of his attacks I then instinctively grabbed and twisted his wrist with my right hand, prised the sword out of his hand with my left before finally throwing him to the ground with ease. As soon as he was on the ground I took a few steps back and dropped the wakizashi, amazed and shocked at what I'd just accomplished. I've never been taught martial arts before, I've never even had a single lesson and yet I had just stopped and disarmed a man who attacked me with a sword like it was second nature to me. The other gang members stared at me before they too charged at me. It was incredible; every time they went to punch or kick me I would dodge and counterattack with another move until I somehow managed to knock all of them to the ground.

As soon as the purples dragons were down I knew I shouldn't hang around for long, hesitating for a moment I decided to pick up the wakizashi and put it back in its sheath. Then without another thought I ran out of the alley and didn't stop until I reached the safety of my apartment.

It had been a few hours since helping that man and being attacked in the alleyway. I had just changed into my night things and was sat on the bed with the wakizashi resting on my lap, admiring its beauty. It looked like it had been crafted with high quality steel and it looked very sharp and strong. The hilt or handle was wrapped in striking black wrapping with white diamonds that finished it off perfectly. The sheath or saya as it is traditionally know as was also black with golden Japanese writing inscribed on it. 運命エイズ勇気を which translates into English as "Fate Aids the Courageous". How the purple dragons got their hands on it god only knows, but they'll never get it back not while I still stand.

I still haven't gotten over the shock of what I did in the alley…or how I did it. But I did do it and whatever happens next I know I will have to keep tonight's events a secret from deda. Speaking of which…I heard a knocking on my door.

"Vulncka, can I come in?"

"Just a sec" I called as I shoved the wakizashi underneath my bed. I then quickly got into bed and made myself comfortable before calling me deda in.

"Come in deda!"

Deda came into my room with a glass of water for me in his hand; he too had changed into his night things. He put the glass of water down on my bedside table and turned to face me, looking concerned.

"Are you alright vnuchka? You seemed a little distant when you came home earlier."

This was true, I had been awfully quiet since returning home and I did rush straight into my room without even speaking to deda. That was only because I was trying to hide the wakizashi from deda, if he ever found out what happened tonight he would never let me step foot out of the apartment again without him being there to watch over me and as much as I love him that's not cool when you're a teenager.

"I'm fine deda" I said trying to keep my voice from shaking. "I t-think… I just wore myself out today with all the excitement and… everything."

Deda raised he eyebrow at me, he didn't look convinced.

"Don't worry deda" I said hurriedly. "A good night sleep and I'll be as happy as a circus clown."

Although I was sure he still wasn't convinced, deda face lightened up and he chuckled. "Okay, sleep tight vulnucka." He said kissing my head before he turned and headed for his own room. I turned my head and watched him leave before calling after him.

"Noch deda!"

"Spokoynoy Nochi, vnuchka!"

I then heard his bedroom door close behind him and I finally lay down in bed, giving a sigh of relief. If only he knew the truth. I lay in my bed for ages but I couldn't sleep. I had barely been in New York for a week and today I just saved a man's life and prevented his son from feeling the same pain I've felt before. Not only that, I discovered I had martial arts skills I could only dream off and knowing I used them to help protect someone was the best feeling in the world. I don't know where these skills came from… but it would be a shame to keep these new skills all to myself.

I waited until I heard faint snoring coming from my deda's room, indicating he was sound asleep. I then crept out of bed and quietly walked over to my wardrobe. I then opened it and pulled out my black hoodie, a black t-shirt, a black scarf, a pair of black jeans, a black belt and my black converse sneakers. I quickly got dressed, tying my hair up in a bun to keep it out the way and using my scarf to cover my mouth and nose to conceal the bottom half of my face. I then headed over to my dressing table drawer and took out my mother's pendant which I put on around my neck for good luck, before safely tucking it underneath my scarf and hoodie. I then went underneath my bed and pulled out the wakizashi sword, I attached the sheath securely to my belt so it rested on my left hip. I then reached back underneath my bed and pulled out a metal case, inside was full of throwing knifes that were secretly given to me by the knife thrower before leaving the circus as a memento of my circus days. I took six knives, placing two in my hoodie pockets, two in my front jeans pockets and two in the back pockets.

Once I was ready, I pulled my hood down, opened my window and climbed out onto the fire escape and I climbed up onto the rooftop. As soon as I reached the top, I walked to the edge of the rooftop and closed my eyes as I took a moment to let the cold city air hit me in the face. In that moment the reality of what I was planning to do hit me like that cold night air.

I was going to help defend and protect this city, my new home from the evil that lurked in the shadows. I was going bring this city into the light and give people a reason to hope again.

I opened my eyes and marvelled at how beautiful the city looked at night. Then without my body knowing what it was doing… I was running. Faster and faster, leaping from rooftop to rooftop fuelled with this amazing overwhelming emotion I had never felt before. I yelled and laughed into the night with my heart so full of joy and happiness that I had never felt in a long time. I don't know if I will make a difference or if I'll fit into this city, but I do know one thing.

My life will never be the same again.

I hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed writing it and if you didn't like it, please leave a review so I can improve my story.

Translations from Russian to English in order of appearance.

Deda = Grandfather

Vnuchka = Granddaughter

Lyublyu tebya = Love you

Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu = I love you too

Noch = Night

Spokoynoy Nochi = Goodnight