I don't own the turtles. I'm just borrowing them.

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Chapter 1: New Surrounding with a mix of Curiosity.

The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality.

Albert Einstein.

Dear diary,

This is Kailie, I usually don't keep journals, but with the time I've been having so far I think it would be a good idea to start keeping one. I just arrived in New York a week ago to stay with my older brother Jake in Manhattan for the summer. My Mother thought it would be a good learning experience for me. Well it started out ok, I took a plane out to New York; it was an ok flight I guess. I've never been on a plane before so it was all quite new for me. When I arrived my brother was there in the lobby waiting for me. He seemed very happy to see me which is not unlike him, he's usually always happy to see me, we really get along great.

When we arrived at his apartment it was 5pm. I unpacked and went into the kitchen / living room and sat down on the couch in front of the TV, and waited for Jake to finish his call. He said he would take me sightseeing. As I looked around the room I noticed that the main color scheme was red and black; the walls, a dark red with black trim, displaying an assortment of weapons; the furniture, black leather, steel and glass.

I remember thinking to myself, 'Man how in the world is he able to afford all this stuff? Does he really get paid that well?'

'Even the appliances and counters are red and black… Is that counter made of marble? Nah, it's probably just that imitation stuff. Then again…'

I started to fidget on the couch, a little impatient. I never really liked staying still for too long, so I got up and went to the window. The view was amazing compared to what I was used to, which was woods- nothing but woods. Don't get me wrong, I love the woods, but I was a little bored with them. I marveled at the steel, concrete and glass giants in awe. I don't know how long I was looking out the window but when I turned around Jake was off the phone and sitting on the couch patiently waiting. That's the difference between us;

Jake is 25 and stands about 6" 5' with medium lengthen jet-black hair and bright green eyes. He's also very tan (I think he gets that from our father). He's well built and lean- just saying that about my brother makes me giggle. You know the kind 'a guy you would expect to see a herd of fan girls chasing. Well at least that's what happened last summer when he came down for a local con. Oh and to top it all off, he's way to over protective of me. He's always following after me like a crazed mother hen whenever he's around; I can't say it's helped in any of my brief romantic endeavors. He loves swords and anything else dangerous and isn't modest about showing off his talent.

Me on the other hand… well, I'm 19 and stand about 5" 5' with long brownish blond hair. My eyes are dark brown and I'm as pale as a ghost, I don't like the sun that much, I get sun burnt to easily. I guess I have a normal build. I have muscle but nothing like my brother, he's much stronger. Personality wise I'm hyper and more open-minded about a lot of things. I like to read those old mythology books and anything paranormal. I'll admit I can be very curious and not really think things out before I act.

"You ready to go sight-seeing Kailie"

"Yep! So, where are we going and do we have to take a cab again?"

Oh, did I forget to tell you about the cab ride to Jakes apartment? Well, let's just say it was heart pounding and nerve racking, to say the least. I've never been so afraid for my safety in my entire life. I really don't think the guy knew how to drive. Jake on the other hand was calm as usual throughout the whole ordeal while I was trying as hard as I could to keep from screaming and clawing my way to safety. I mean, the sharp turns weren't a problem; it was nearly hitting every other car in our way, then running the four red lights. The guy was most definitely nuts. Let's just say I was happy to get out of the cab.

"Nah, I think it best if we walk. It'll help you get more acquainted with the area in case we were to get split up. That and I don't think you'd like to go for another ride in a cab anytime soon."

"No! No I wouldn't! The last guy was nuts. I prefer to walk, thank you."

"Ha ha! Not everyone drives like that around here, we just got lucky today."

"Lucky! You call that lucky? We nearly hit several cars and we actually DID run four red lights!"

"Nearly is the key word. In any case, we got home a lot faster than if we had stopped for those lights."

"Jake, you're insane, let's just go."

"Alright! You got what ya need?"

"Yep! I got my backpack and money."

"Then, let's go."

So, we left his apartment and journeyed down the bustling sidewalk. There were a lot of little shops near Jake's apartment. There was also a newspaper stand at the end of the corner. Jake stopped and picked up The New York Times, scoping out the sports page no doubt. I settled on a weird looking magazine and flipped through it. Stopping when I saw an article that read "Are there really 5ft turtles roaming the streets of New York?" My interest was perked, so naturally, I continued to read. The local shop keeper stated that he had been locking up his shop at ten o' clock last night when he was robbed by a man wearing what he described to be, black pajamas when out of nowhere a figure that looked like a large bipedal turtle in a trench coat, came out of nowhere and chased him down... (And that's when Jake interrupted me.)

"Kailie, what are you reading?"

"Huh? What? Um, I was just reading this article it looks interesting. This guy was robbed by some dude in pjs but a figure that looked like a turtle wearing a trench coat came out of nowhere and- "

"Oh, Kailie. You know that stuffs a load of shit."

"Yeah, but you never know…"

"Yes, Kailie and I suppose bat boy and bigfoot are real too!"

"Could be!"

"Your gullible, ya know that?"

"I am not."

"Yes you are."

"It's called being open-minded, Jake! What wrong with you?"

It was strange how he reacted to the article. Normally he'd just laugh at me or shake his head. He seemed on edge.

That's when the man that ran the paper stand interrupted.

"Hey, ya gunna buy dat? Dis ain't no library, kid!"

"No she-"

"Yes sir, how much?"

"Six, fifty."

"Here," I gave him the money and thanked him.

"Yeah."

"I can't believe you just paid six, fifty for that bullshit."

"Ok Jake! Just drop it, ok? It's no big deal… honestly whatever crawled up your butt and died; do me a favor and pull it out."

"Kailie?" Jake sighed.

"What?"

"I'm sorry, it's just you're too trusting sometimes, and not everyone is telling the truth. I'm just trying to look out for you, that's'all. This isn't some small town in-"

"Well, thanks Jake, but I'm a big girl and I know the article isn't true, it's just interesting. Nothing more."

"Right…" He puffed in defeat.

We continued our journey down the sidewalk. I believe it was 8 P.M. when we finally got to the café Jake worked at. He was a cook there, and he usually worked Monday through Fridays from noon to one in the morning but they gave him the day off because he needed to show me around and get me adjusted. He told me earlier that he would have to go back to work tomorrow morning at eight so he could get in some more time and make up for the day he'd missed. I nodded, and I felt a little bad for him having to take off work just so he could show me around, and lose a day's pay. He could have just waited till Saturday to show me around, but what was done was done. We were just about to go in the café and get something to eat when this guy appeared out of thin air and began to talk up a storm with my brother. I was a bit startled by this stranger. He was around 5',8" 5',9" brown skin, blue eyes, reddish-yellow hair - It looked like his head was on fire - he was wearing black and red X cargo pants, and a black shirt with a flaming skull on it - didn't help my earlier opinion about his hair.

"Hey Jake, how are ya?" He chirped.

"Good, just showing my sister around the neighborhood. About to get some eats. You?"

"The same. Oh, the eating thing, that is. Heh heh. Because, I know my way around and all."

"Yeah, sure, Kevin." He said with a raised eyebrow and a lopsided grin.

"Hey, you must be Jakes' sis. I'm Kevin, how are ya? You like New York so far?"

"Hi! Names Kailie, I'm doing great, New York is quite big. I like the change." *This guy ain't running on all four cylinders*

"That's good, I'm glad ya like it here."

I was starting to get bored just watching the two of them drown on and my mind was beginning to drift. So I decided to wander toward the end of the sidewalk. I turned around and looked down the alley but what I saw startled me a bit, there was a dark shadowy figure in a trench coat looming by a dumpster; staring right back at me. Well this is when my brain stated screaming at me "runaway you idiot" but my curiosity got the better of me. So, I started to walk over to it, but it jumped onto a fire escape and continued upward till it got to the roof. I swear my eyes nearly popped out of my head. I backed away slowly trying to remain calm and figure out what I had just witnessed but it just wasn't working. My brain was fried. I continued to back away, but I felt someone behind me and let out a yelp, that's when I heard Jakes voice.

"Hey, what's wrong Kay? It's just me, Jake."

"Na-no-nothing", I stammered out.

"It doesn't sound like 'nothing." His brow furrowed; voice concerned.

To be continued!

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