Seeing as I have a hyperactive imagination, I wanted to write a story in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Universe after seeing the most recent 2014 movie. I apologize for any deviations from the canon, as this is me taking what little I know of the universe and turning it into my own little story. I do not own the rights to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Light danced on the walls of the dark room. Flashes of blue, green, and gray, all originating from the corner of the room. I stared without blinking at my computer screen as I continued working on my song.

A lot of the time, I ended up scrapping my projects midway through. Perhaps the melody wasn't right, or the rhythm track wasn't working out. Or maybe the track just didn't have the right feel about it. Sometimes, everything about the song can be fine, but the song itself just doesn't ring well. That happens all too often. But this song had the right feel to it, and I knew it was going to turn out very well.

I finished up the section and glanced at the clock. 2 o'clock. Christ it was late. I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my burning eyes tiredly, then saved the project before turning off my monitor and getting out of the chair.

I walked into my living room and turned on the light, then immediately regretted it as the light blinded momentarily. Sighing, I closed one eye and made my short way over to the bathroom, of which I turned the light on as well.

With my eyes finally adjusting, I slowly opened my eyes and looked at myself in the mirror. I was 21, 6 feet 5 inches tall, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes that were more on the dark green side than the brown. I probably should have been a basketball player, but I didn't care for the sport. Sure it was fun, but nothing I could really stick with for long.

I turned on the cold water in the sink, then leaned out of the bathroom and grabbed my water bottle, which was just an old soda bottle. I screwed off the cap and dumped out the old water, then put it under the sink.

It filled up quick. Turning off the water, I took a swig of the drink before screwing the cap on and heading to my bedroom, making sure to turn off the lights on the way. I didn't bother to turn on my bedroom light as I put my water on the bedside table before stripping down to my boxers and climbing into bed. I was out within seconds.

Midway way through the night, my eyes slowly opened. I was looking out the window next to my bed, which gave me a view of the alleyway behind the apartment building. It wasn't uncommon for me to wake up in the middle of the night, just gazing down into the alley. It was always quiet.

I took a long, deep breath, then closed my eyes and fell asleep once more.

My eyes opened as the sky brightened, as they always did. I always had a nasty habit of waking up when the sun rose, which meant I usually slept in during the winter and woke up early in the summer. It was reaching late November at the moment, which meant... yep, 7 o'clock. Lovely.

I groaned as I rolled out of bed and to the bathroom, where I turned on the shower and started washing the night away. Three minutes later, I was grabbing my laptop bag and walking out the door.

I never ate breakfast at my place. There was a nice little café on the corner that had free Internet and delicious muffins. As I stepped out on to the sidewalk, the early morning chill hit me. I grinned as I ignored it and walked across the street in my jeans and t-shirt, ignoring the glances the other people in their warm coats were giving me. I never did understand how, despite their presence in the cold for half the year, New Yorkers still acted like it was freezing outside when it was only 20 degrees. But then again, the whole week had been a toasty 50 degrees, so the temperature drop was a little odd.

A tiny bell dinged as I entered the café and took my usual seat in the corner booth. I enjoyed this seat because I could work on my laptop without people peeking over my shoulder, which was a pet peeve of mine. Setting my bag down on the cushion besides me, I pulled my laptop out and put on the table, just as one of the girls who worked there came over to my booth. I think her name's Claire, but I could be wrong since I'm awful with names.

"Will it be the usual Michael?" She asked, not even bothering to pull out her notepad. I smiled and nodded.

"Yeah… Claire… right?" I asked, praying I was right this time. She shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"Again, that's my sister. My name's Lucy. Honestly, how many times are you going to get our names mixed up?" She asked as she turned away and walked back to the counter.

God, I hated that. I always overthink it and end up getting wrong what I usually get right. "Whatever, I'll get it when I get it." I think to myself as I turn on my computer and begin browsing the websites where I post my music; Three hundred new views since last night. I was finally gaining traction in the music community. It had only taken a couple of years of music making and working random jobs.

"One blueberry muffin. Are you sure you don't want coffee?" Claire asked as she put it in front of me.

"I'm good. I've gone this long without it, I think I'll last a little longer." I say as I pick up the muffin and take a bite out of it.

"Okay then..." She sighed as she went back to the counter.

12 hours later, I found myself back in the same corner booth, sipping on a hot chocolate. It had been an irritating day. A music studio that I had filed an appointment at had failed to mention that they were behind on the rent, and by the time I had gotten there, which was halfway across New York City, they had completely emptied the place out. Leaving me to walk through the city until I had finally gotten back to my apartment to stash my laptop, before returning to the café.

Getting up from the booth, I dropped some money at the register and said goodnight to the sisters, before walking out the door with the warm cup of hot chocolate in my hand. At first, I considered returning to my apartment. I then decided against it and began walking down the sidewalk.

The sky was already dark. Sunset had been at around five in the afternoon, which meant that the cold night had acquired a kind of menacing feeling, despite the busy city. I was on the poorer side of town, so not many people were out and about. Maybe that's why I felt like it was ultimately creepier.

I walked for nearly half an hour before I found myself nearing my place again. I was only three blocks away when I turned down an alleyway. It was a shortcut to the alley behind my apartment. Midway down the alleyway, I paused as a glint of green a top a pile of what looked like metal in the corner of the alley. Curious, I walked over to the pile and kneeled, before reaching forwards and moving aside one of the metal fragments, which looked like bits of an old car, to reveal a small pool of luminescent green liquid. A better word for it would be mysterious space goo, but that doesn't matter. Curiously, and a little idiotically, I stretched my hand out and scooped the liquid up in my hand. Little drops dripped out through the cracks in my hand as I leaned forward and sniffed it. "Hmm, no smell." I thought to myself as I stood and turned away from the pile of scrap metal.

I must have done this far too quickly as my foot caught a slippery patch of pavement, causing my feet to disappear out from under me and my body to smack face first into the ground.

I woke up sometime later. It was still dark out, and the green liquid was gone. Feeling dazed, and a little bit confused, I stumbled to my feet and limped my way towards my apartment. I was freezing cold, and I really felt like taking a hot shower right about now. It took me 5 minutes to get back to my apartment, and as soon as I entered I stripped my clothes and turned on the water to boiling hot. I gasped lightly as I entered the searing heat, but quickly grew accustomed to it as I leaned against the showerhead and let the hot water run down my skin. I stood there for ten minutes before drying off and pulling on my boxers.

Opening the bathroom door, I paused for a moment as I rubbed my chest, which felt like a ball of ice was forming inside of it.

"I need some sleep…" I muttered to myself as I walked to my bedroom and climbed into bed, in which I fell into an uneasy sleep.

About halfway through the night, I awoke to the feeling of intense pain all across my body. It felt like I was both on fire and encased in freezing cold ice. The pain was so intense I couldn't breath, allowing me to only scream silently at the ceiling for God knows how long.

A nightmare… Was the only I thought as I suddenly sat straight up in bed, for a moment completely clueless as to my location. It all came rushing back to me in the next few moments as I stared at the wall, recalling the intense feeling of pain I had felt. Suddenly broken out of my staring contest with the wall, I threw my legs over the side of the bed and jumped to my feet. "Damn, I feel great!" I thought to myself as I walked into the living room and flipped on the T.V before grabbing a cereal box out of the cupboard and pouring myself a bowl.

"…the terrorist attack upon the Sack's building yesterday is believed to have been the work of the Foot clan. A terrorist organization that..." I glanced at the T.V as I headed into my computer room with my cereal and turned on the monitor. Twenty minutes later, I leaned back in my chair and stared at the screen. "Holy hell….."

There it was; the fully completed song that I had been working on. Never had I worked so quickly and effectively on something. "Well damn…" I said as I clicked save, grabbed my bowl, and walked back into my kitchen. Placing my bowl in the sink, I turned back to the T.V which was on a commercial break. "That's the first time I've eaten breakfast here in almost two months..." I thought to myself as I looked blankly at the television.

With a shrug, I walked over to the bathroom and hopped into the shower once more. It took me a couple minutes to wash the smell of whatever had happened to me the previous night, before climbing out of the shower and wiping off the mirror. What I saw looking back at me made me stop in my tracks. What had once been a skinny tall guy, was now a completely ripped guy. "Wha… wha... Holy shit…" I whispered as I looked at myself in the mirror. I even had abs. I took a few minutes to stare at myself in the mirror, then finally tore myself away from reflection and got dressed.

Ten minutes later I was back in my usual spot in the café with a blueberry muffin and my laptop. I had just finished uploading the new song on to the Internet and now was at a search engine, my fingers poised to type.

Foot Clan, I type, pulling up a myriad of results, ranging from news articles to conspiracy theories. I click on the first result and start reading, my curiosity increasing with every sentence.

I finish the first article quickly and open the next result, only to find a lot of the same things said in the first article. "Terrorist group, evil organization, blah blah blah…" I mutter to myself. "Who are they?"

I start typing quickly, and before long I find myself looking at a list of locations, names, and dates. "Now this is more like it..." I say, and then stop. "I just hacked a terrorist organization... What the heck am I doing? How…?" I lean back and stare at the screen, my mind racing. Through the thoughts racing through my mind, a date and location jumps out at me from the screen. Something was happening tonight.

I pull open a search engine and search for the address; A warehouse down by the river. I pause as I suddenly feel a kind of tickling in my brain. Time seems to slow as my hand, seemingly acting of it's own accord, jerks to the side towards Claire and the tray of drinks toppling towards the ground. As if caught by an invisible hand, the tray rights itself and catches the drinks neatly, then settles gently onto the ground, not a drop spilled.

"Claire! Are you alright?" Lucy asks as she runs around the counter, then stops, confused. "Didn't you just…?"

Claire just stares down at the tray dumbly for a moment, and then chuckles nervously. "Huh… that was lucky…"

"Yeah… Did you see that Michael?" Lucy asked as she looked at me. I don't answer her at first, as I'm still staring at the tray.

"Michael?" I shake my head and look at her. "Yeah. Whoa, that was crazy lucky. Wish we could have caught that on camera."

She shrugged as she turned back to the counter. "Whatever. Back to work Claire!"

I was quick to finish up my muffin and head back to my apartment after that.