It was a bright and sunny morning in New York City. People in their cars were hustling and bustling trying to get where they want to go. Others were repairing the restaurants, homes and buildings that the Kraang destroyed during the invasion. It has been months since then and although the people have made remarkable progress, the city has been overrun with crime and poverty even more so then it has before. From the Purple Dragons mugging people, robbing houses and banks to Shredder concocting his dark plans in which the poor people of New York were none the wisers to. Although some people have managed to continue their lives with kids going to school and adults working at their 5 to 9 jobs, others unfortunately didn't have that loyalty.

On the sidewalk of the Bronx was a produce store with stands containing fresh oranges, apples, bananas and other produce placed left side of the store entrance. The thin, elderly manager of the store was outside brooming the proximity of his store. A hooded, feminine figure walked up the produce stand and picked up an orange. The thin figure looked to see to the man's back was turned. She put the orange in the front pocket of her hoodie and continued to pilfer the rest of the produce then, without noticing the girl brushed her hand past an apple, causing it to fall on the floor. The manager picked up the noise and turned around to see the hooded person looting with loaded pockets.

"Hey, Put those back!" the elderly store owner yelled. On cue the figure ran off

"STOP, THIEF!" the old man yelled as loud as he can pointing at the fleeing figure. Two police, who were sitting at a outside table near a coffee shop heard the man's cry and saw a running hooded person.

"Wha-HEY, come back!' yelled the lean, black officer, him and his more pudgy, white partner got up from their seats to chase after the young woman, the larger officer turning back to the table to quickly finish off his coffee and running back to catch up to the chase. The hooded woman ran as fast as she could with pockets full of apples and oranges, panting loudly as she tried to escape the cops, she looked behind her to see the black officer on her tail with his larger partner, catching up surprisingly fast despite his weight. The hooded girl made a quick u-turn into an alley. The police followed her to see that she has disappeared without a trace.

"What the…*pant* where did *pant* she go?" said the black officer

"I…*wheeze* don't know, it's a dead *whew* end, theirs no inkling on where she went, it's like she disappeared" said the heavier officer

"Man…this better not be some alien or mutant thing" said the black officer. "Well, I say we don't stick around and find out" added the white officer.

The two police walked out of the alley way confused. Above them, Peering out of a cracked window of an abandoned apartment room was the hooded girl. She walked away from the window and took off her hood. She looked to be about sixteen years of age and was of African descent with light brown skin, clean green eyes and curly hair that poofed in a round shape like a mini afro. She walked to the table in the middle of the run down kitchen, stepping on the dozens of eviction notices and health violation papers that littered the floors. She sat in the chair and emptied her pockets of the stolen goods. She grabbed two apples and bit into them with ferocity, a clear look of hunger in her eyes, she ate as fast as she can stopping only to cough from the amount she was putting in her maw

"God, I'm…so hungry" The girl thought to herself, swallowing the chewed up apples and moving on to peel the three oranges she stole. "I'm always hungry I haven't had a decent meal since that red haired girl and her dad was giving out soup and that was almost a month ago. Forcing myself to scavenge through the garbage and steal food from people and it's all because of those stupid aliens!" The mocha colored girl finished off her oranges and cupped her face in her hands. Breaking her train of thought

"I hate my life" she said out loud.

The homeless girl slumped back in her chair, her stomach painfully growled from the lack of proper food. She pulled up her sweater to see that her ribcage was starting to poke out, a physical memento of the lack of food she ate. Her skin stained with dirt due to the lack of cleaning she wasn't able to do since the lack of running water in her abandoned, roach and rat infested home. "Ugh…What are you going to do with yourself Lisa?" she questioned herself. Lisa got up from her chair and slumped herself on the dirty mattress that was set on the floor with equally dirty pillows and newspapers laid in front of it.

As she laid on her mattress she decided to pick up one of the newspapers. The newspaper was a fairly recent one, it only being two days old. She looked at the front of the newspaper and saw the headline.

"New York's Monster Hero, Muckman saves the day again!" The headline reads with a photograph of the literal garbage man saving an unconscious man and a child from a burning building. Lisa remembers when that happened. She actually saw Muckman running into her alley the same night that he saved those people. Talking to himself and speaking the name "Joe" leading her to believe that he had schizophrenia are something. She turned the page to read another part of the paper, one that ticked her off.

"New York's number of homeless persons increase and citizens concerned with the rising problem"

"Problem!?" Lisa threw the paper with anger indirectly scaring a rat, causing it to hiss at her. "Is that what people really see me and other folks in my status? A problem? Man, way to be considerate" Lisa angrily huffed and slumped back on the mattress. She closed her eyes just wanting to sleep the hunger and anger away.

*SLAM*

Out of no where a loud noise brings Lisa to her feet. She looked nervously to her door, hearing mumbled arguing between two people coming from the far left of the hallway

"What the heck…why are there people breaking into my apartment building?" she slowly walked up to her door and pressed her ear to the door to listen into the conversation outside the hallway.

"I mean, isn't Shredder making a whole army of freaks? Why can't he send some brainwashed cronies to do this kind of dirty work?" said a eccentric, kind of squeaky voice.

"It's not big deal comrade, much easier then stealing chemicals, all we got to do is take weak and unsuspecting peoples and bring them back to lab" said the deep accent heavy voice

"Lab?…" Lisa questioned to herself quietly in fear. Whoever these men are they must be doing horrible things to people

"Let's check this place first." the more English friendly voice said right in front of Lisa's door, a cold chill ran down her spine as the door knob jiggled furiously. Lisa looked frantically and ran into the broom closet and closed it to hide from the kidnappers.

"Allow me." the deeper voice said as the door was thrown off it's hinges in a single hit. Lisa peered through the closet's keyhole to see that the two figures are mutants. A mutant rhino and pig to be exact. The Russian sounding Rhino man and the thinner, punk hog searched Lisa's small apartment.

"Theirs no one here play cousin, what were we expecting from a place that was abandoned since the Kraang invasion?" Zeck said with crossed arms. Rocksteady just shook his head

"Nyet, look at table comrade, it is peels of the orange and cores of the apple and they are fresh" Rocksteady said pointing at Lisa's scraps. Zeck or Bebop as he's known by some looked over sniffing them with his acute snout, his direction however was brought to something else.

"UGH, Pew you what is that nasty stank!?" Zeck said grabbing his snout. "It's smells like a player hasn't taken a shower in months, wait…*sniff* *snort* two months to be exact…and it's coming from that closet"

Lisa gasped quietly seeing Bebop walking towards the closet, she backed away from the keyhole and onto the wall, she looked to her right to see a rusty, golf club left behind by someone who used to live in the apartment. She grabbed it and slowly inched towards the door to strike at the mutant. Zeck opened the door quickly prompting Lisa to strike him, the mutant warthog grabbed the club before it could hit him, Lisa gasped.

"Nice try sweetie pie" Zeck taunted. He pulled Lisa out of the closet and threw her onto the floor, the defenseless Lisa laid on the floor with the mutant duo looking down on her with twisted grins. Panicking, Lisa went for the opening where the door used to be but Rocksteady grabbed her by the foot and lifted her up.

"AH, LET ME GO YOU FREAK!" Lisa yelled as she flailed to escape from the Russian rhino's grasp.

"Go ahead, keep up with the fighting, it amuses me!" Rocksteady said as Bebop placed a rag over Lisa's mouth her screams muffled as a strange scent wafted through her nostrils, her eyes felt heavier as she drifted into an unconscious state.

Bebop smiled. "Sweet dreams, heh, heh, heh"