**Author's Note: Hi! For anybody who actually kept up with this story, you're probably wondering why I've updated this story when I finished it like a million years ago... Well! I decide to fix the awful paragraphing that my old phone caused, and make actual chapters! I hope it works out okay! :-) Thanks for reading anyhow! **
It was a dark night; the moon was covered by the clouds, and the air felt heavy with an oncoming storm.
New York was as quiet as New York could get, with minimal traffic.
People were holed in their houses because of the approaching rain, making it the perfect night for the turtles to sneak from the sewers to get some fresh air.
Michelangelo, the youngest turtle, slid his skateboard down the railing of steps to a library, as Leonardo sped by on his scooter.
Raphael caught up in his inline skates, a competitive smirk on his face.
Donatello came up a close last, his bicycle almost catching up with Raphael, and his purple flag whipping in the breeze behind him.
"I'm closing in, Mikey!" Leo exclaimed, as his scooter neared Mikey's skateboard. "We'll see if you ever challenge ME again!"
"I don't think so!" Mikey laughed, pushing his board with his right foot.
"Somehow, I don't think this is completely fair," Donnie huffed, pedaling his bicycle furiously.
"Get over it, Einstein," Raph replied from ahead of him. "Ya should be used to comin' in last."
Donnie rolled his eyes and pedaled faster, passing Raphael up with a laugh.
"How does my flag look from back there, Raph?" Donnie gloated.
Leo pushed past Mikey, but the orange turtle grabbed onto Leo's arm and flung him out of the way.
Laughter filled the empty backstreets as the brothers raced to the corner.
Suddenly, thunder rolled through the sky, and lightning flashed.
"We should probably get home," Donnie called. "Judging by the sudden drop in temperature, and the volume of the thunder, I'd say it's about to start pouring any second!"
"You're only saying that 'cause you're losing!" Mikey complained.
"Technically, Raph's losing, Mikey," Donnie corrected, annoyed.
"Won't be that way for long," Raph huffed, speeding up and passing Donnie with a triumphant, "Yeah!"
Thunder rolled again, and the skies opened up above them.
The turtles ducked into the pelting rain, and slowed down their 'vehicles'.
"I tol-" Donnie started.
"Don't ya dare say I told ya so, Bonehead," Raph threatened.
Raph reached down and pressed a button behind his skate, sending the wheels up into the sole, turning the inlines into normal shoes.
Donnie folded the handlebars of his bike, and turned the wheels up, sliding the small rectangle into a pouch on his back.
Mikey carried his skateboard in a holder on his hip, while Leo folded his scooter in half, pushing it into a pouch across the back of his shell.
"Come on, guys," Leo said sadly., as he headed back toward the manhole that led to their sewer and wiped the rain out of his eyes.
The turtles got halfway there before they heard something in the rain.
"What was that?" Raph asked, cocking his head to the side to listen.
"Let's go check it out," Leo suggested, running through the rain into an alley. His brothers followed along behind him, all curious as to what the noises were.
They exited the other side of the alley, the street lamps reflecting the falling raindrops. There were tons of small robots, all huddled up around something.
"I knew those metallic noises sounded familiar," Donnie said.
"Mousers," Raph growled, whipping out his sai.
"Look!" Mikey exclaimed, pointing into the misty rain. There was a girl with long black hair. She was up against the wall of a building, frantically kicking at the Mousers that surrounded her. Her wet hair stuck to her face and she tried to grab onto a loose brick to haul herself up away from the little robots.
"We hafta save her!" Mikey exclaimed, running into the rain with his nunchucks out.
"Mikey, wait!" Leo called, but his brother was already fighting the Mousers.
Raph shrugged and took off as well, always up fora good fight.
Donnie and Leo followed reluctantly, pulling out their weapons and running toward the action.
The Mousers still tried to get to the girl, but the turtles intervened, putting themselves in front of her and fending the robots off.
The Mousers grabbed onto their weapons with their teeth, and Raphael tried to fling them away.
The girl pushed past Leonardo, as if wanting to get caught, gasping as a Mouser grabbed hold of her leg. It sent her sprawling onto the ground. Leo reached down and yanked it off, hurling it about fifty feet to the left. He gave her an odd look.
Suddenly, the Mousers stilled, stopping completely. The robots made a single, simultaneous beeping noise, and turned and fled, disappearing into the darkness.
"Well...that was weird," Mikey stated, dropping his arms from his defense stance.
All the turtles were gasping for breath, as they put their weapons back in the holsters.
Raph reached a hand down to the black-haired girl, who was still sitting on the wet concrete.
"Look, now, we ain't gonna hurt ya or nothin' so-"
He pulled on her sleeve to help her up, and the fabric ripped at the shoulder, baring her arm.
There was a tattoo winding up her elbow, all the way to her shoulder.
"Ah, shell," Raph said, surprised, seeing the purple dragon.
The girl grinned.
She covered her nose and mouth with a hand, and jumped back into the alley.
There was gas all around the turtles, and they almost panicked. The gas choked them, and they put hands to their throats, trying to breathe.
Nobody was able to get a word out before the fogginess clouded their minds and they passed out.
The last thing the turtles felt was the rain hitting their faces.
Then nothing.