Disclaimer: The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were created by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird. I just like to write my own stories with the TMNT.
PROLOGUE
I have always thought of myself as unlucky, or perhaps too lucky. There is death all around me. I lost both my parents in a car accident two years ago. In some way I survived the ordeal. People would say to me, "You're lucky you survived," or "It's unlucky that you lost your parents." What would you say? Am I lucky or unlucky? My friends were violently killed in a school shooting last year, yet I was spared. Am I lucky or unlucky? I have yet to figure that out. I call myself Luck. Whether it means good luck or bad luck....it's up to you.
I finished high school at seventeen and moved to New York the next week. Finding a job was much harder than I thought it would be. I managed to somehow land a job as a warehouse office secretary. I think the owner hired me just because of my looks, but I desperately needed a job. I was running low on food at my apartment. And when I say apartment, I mean more like two room tree-house. I was barely surviving.
I worked hard at my job just to hopefully get a raise in pay. I was always courteous to my boss, a mid-twenties Asian man, Mr. Hasegawa. He was quite frankly a very attractive man. Beautiful hazel almond eyes, framed with high masculine cheekbones. I could tell he hid a toned muscular body under the expensive suits he wore. I might have even fallen in love with him if it was not for that smirk he liked to give to me. It made me feel like he was hiding deep dark secrets. Like, I was a simple pawn in his mind. Perhaps it meant something else. But I took it as a subliminal warning not to get involved with him.
I worked every weekday 9-5 at the warehouse office. I silently went about my work, answering the mysterious phone calls, filling confidential documents, and providing coffee to Mr. Hasegawa and important visitors. One day I happened to overhear part of a conversation between my boss and a client.
"What about your secretary? Why did you not let me send over someone from the organization?"
"I did not want a man to be at my beck and call. I prefer someone easy on the eyes."
"Does she know anything? I worry sometimes you are too trustworthy, Akira...."
"Do not worry. She knows nothing. I simply have her do paperwork. I like to have her around."
"If she does, you know we will kill her. We can't risk anything at this stage!"
"There will be no need for that. Don't go trying to scare her either! I will let no harm come to her!"
"Oh...falling for the girl are you? I see how it is....what is her name?"
"Luck Waldgrave. Now, I think we are done with this business agreement for today. I will call you tomorrow to finalize the matter. Good day Mr. Takahashi."
"Good day to you as well."
A million thoughts went through my head. There was no doubt in my mind something sinister was going on in the warehouse. Things I should not know. My first thought was to quit the job. I certainly didn't want to be killed. But then I realized that if I up and quit, Mr. Hasegawa would know I knew something. So I couldn't quit. Besides, I was curious as to what was going down. Maybe I would hear something more if I stuck around.
The things I found out shocked me to the very core. I was in for the adventure of my life.
