Hi guys! Well just warning you, this isn't my first fanfiction, but it is my first TMNT fanfic. I would REALLY appreciate feedback! I'll shut up soon enough so you can read the story, but I'll share a few details. This is set in the 2012 universe, and my OC's name is Celeste. She is a famous pop star, but in this story Hollywood isn't at all glamorous... You'll see what I mean later, I promise!

Four turtles stand on top of a building, looking over at Shredder's lair. Donnie had somehow managed to find out that something would be delivered to the Shredder. They had been waiting for hours, and daylight was approaching. Michelangelo had already fallen asleep, a very irritated Raphael had already made several sarcastic comments, Donatello was frustrated from being unable to hack into some computer, and Leonardo was the only one who was still focusing on their mission.

"Leo! It's almost daybreak! We've been out here all night, and nothing! Master Splinter is probably worried sick about us! We need to go back home!"

Leo sighed. Raph had a point. But what about the delivery? Donnie, who seemed to be reading his mind, spoke up. "We can always come back... or sneak in somehow, and then find out what it is. We don't know what exactly is being delivered. It could possibly be nothing to be concerned about."

Leo had a feeling that whatever would be delivered wouldn't do anyone good. But after glancing at his exhausted brothers, Leo decided to go home. "Someone wake Mikey up." Raph smiled for the first time all night. "My pleasure!" After cracking his knuckles, he violently bashed Mikey awake. "Okay, let's go home now." Raph said. As soon as the words left the red clad turtle's mouth, a sleek black limo pulled up near the Shredder's lair. Seconds later, a middle-aged man came out, and went to the other side of the limo to open the door for someone. His hand held out, to help out a teenage girl. She went out the limo by herself, ignoring the man's outstretched hand. A bunch of Foot bots came out of nowhere, leading them inside.

"Was that the oh-so-important delivery? Just some chick!?" Raph's arms crossed over his chest as he huffed. "I don't know, okay? It could be!" The leader retorted back, his aggravation growing.

"What would the Shredder even want with a girl like that? Do you think she's a new kunoichi?" Donnie asked, clearly puzzled. "Maybe. If we see her again, stay suspicious of her." Leo ordered. Donnie, always thinking, spoke of another situation."Well... or she could be a prisoner that Shredder will be torturing and or doing unspeakable things to." His brothers shot Donnie an aggravated glare. "What! It's a possibility!" His brothers groan, and turn away to go home.

Celeste's POV:

My manager, Lester Gibbs, smiles. I have learned to hate that smile. I hate everything about that man. But he's the best in the buisness, and there is no way I could fire him; without punishment that is.

We had both landed in New York this morning, and scoped out interesting spots to potentially shoot a music video here. We were in a limo now, on the way to who-knows-where. I knew this wouldn't end well for me.

"Come on Celeste, it won't be that bad." Lester said, as if he was reading my thoughts. "It always is!" I snap back. His eyes flare, giving me an angry glare. Instinctively, I flinched.

I fight the urge to scream. This has been happening for two years now, why aren't I used to it? "Because it's wrong." I mutter, quiet enough so Lester won't hear. As soon as I feel the limo stop, a feeling of absolute dread washes through me. Someone opens the car door for me. A few years ago, I would have used this opportunity to run, hide or scream. But I'm not the girl I used to be. I know now that there's no escape. If I want to keep singing, then I have to do it. No matter how wrong, how it makes me loathe myself later, I must do it. But, much to Lester's disapproval, he can not break my spirit. He will not. I will stay strong no matter what.

A bunch of men came and retrieved my manager and I. The men were dressed as ninjas for some reason. They wore black clothing and had bulging red eyes. None of them spoke. They led us into a strange building, past a bunch of prison cells and into some sort of throne room. A man clothed in silver armor was waiting for us.

"Right on time." He said shortly, his deep voice echoing throughout the dome. The man grabbed my arm, and turned to Lester. "You may leave. Come and get her tomorrow morning." I now noticed the man had a syringe in his hand, filled with a clear liquid. Most likely some kind of drug, to make me pass out. This certainly wouldn't be my first time. Still, I started to struggle against this man, but it was all in vain. He was so much stronger than me, and even less patient than Lester. Within seconds he had kicked me to the ground, and injected me with a drug. I looked up desperately at Lester, but he had shown time and time again how little he cared about my well being, I'm not sure why I bothered. The last thing I heard before I passed out, was my manager saying, "I hope she pleases you, Master Shredder."

How did you guys like it? I really would like to know...Like I've said, this is my first TMNT fanfic! Should I continue or not?

-Olivian101