A/N: Hello dear readers! This is my first ever complete fanfic, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles THE MOVIE. Based off the first movie! I OWN NOTHING!

(EDIT: For those of you who have already read this, I have added and edited parts of the story. I will be doing the same for every other chapter, so if you see something missing or something that wasn't there before, this is why.)

R&R and Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Wrong Place at the Wrong Time

"This is Carlos Chang O'Brien Gambe, reporting to live on Channel Six News. More reports of disturbances and theft in our fair city. I will now hand you over to our young interviewee volunteer, Miss April O'Neil, who will tell us her side of the subject. Miss O'Neil, please tell us your thoughts on the matter."

The reporter passed the microphone over to a young teenage girl, who appeared to be no older than sixteen. Her hair was a dark auburn colour, she had a few freckles dotted across her rosy cheeks, and had light, sparkling blue eyes. Her wardrobe consisted of mainly yellow apart from her dark blue shorts, black leggings and dark brown boots.

April O'Neil swallowed thickly. She was nervous, but of course who wouldn't be, knowing they were on live T.V for the first time ever? But this is what she always wanted, wasn't it? To one day be a professional reporter herself. She had volunteered to be interviewed that day by Carlos Chang O'Brien himself! This was her chance to prove herself, so how could she possibly refuse?

She took in a deep breath and took the microphone from the reporter. She squared her shoulders and cleared her throat; she could do this.

"Well, Mr O'Brien," she began, "these are obviously much more than just a series of small, isolated incidents. It's apparent that an organized criminal element is at work, and at the moment, business is good. So good, in fact, there appear to be no eyewitnesses to any of these crimes. With complaints ranging from purse-snatching to breaking and entering, police switchboards have been swamped with the angry voices of more and more citizens, who have fallen prey to the recent surge of crime that continues to plague the city.

"Instead of getting better, things have gotten worse. Even more alarming is the baffling and often bizarre nature of these crimes. From my research, I've found that merchandize of every size and description, from phones and televisions, any many other electronic appliances have been disappearing from store shelves and storage areas at an alarming rate. Even the victims themselves rarely glimpse the thieves. Sometimes people don't even know they've been robbed until it's too late. In fact, it seems that police don't even have any eyewitnesses yet; only a few reports of young boys or teenagers to the scenes have been whoever is behind these crimes, one thing is certain; these are much more than just a series of random incidents."

"So who do you think we should rely on for help, Miss O'Neil?"

"Who are we gonna call? Unfortunately, the police are the only ones available to help fight off what people are now calling 'The Silent Crime Wave'. But maybe the most disturbing silence is that coming from City Hall. This is April O'Neil on channel Six News"

The reporter smiled at her confidence before turning back to the camera.

"This is April O'Neil and Carlos Chang O'Brien Gambe saying, stay tuned for more Eyewitness News."

April walked home later that night, feeling better than she had in all her sixteen years on this earth. Not only had she had the chance to be on live television and be interviewed by Mr O'Brien, but she had also been given the chance to feel like a real news reporter, had been praised by him by her impressive research and reporting skills, and had even been offered a job at the studio

But most important of all, she had made her father proud.

She had received countless text messages from him that day, telling her how he watched her on the T.V, how brilliant she was, how fearless she looked…and how he loved her so much, and how proud he was to call her his daughter.

Her mother would be so proud of her too.

April quickened her pace. She couldn't wait to get home and see his smiling face and tell him more about it.

She suddenly heard a soft squeak from behind her. She turned sharply and squeaked herself when she saw that rat skitter across the floor and ran past her as if it hadn't seen her at all. April let out a breath, calming herself as she watched the rat dissapear into the alleyway. She didn't hate rats; in fact she rather liked them, being one of her favourite animals. It simply surprised her.

April continued on her way down the dark streets to her Aunt's apartment, where she and her father were staying for a while until they could officially buy their new house in a few weeks. She loved staying at her aunts place, for she lived just above an antique store. She used to play or 'investigate' the objects down there when she was little.

That place held dear memories for her and her family.

Suddenly, she heard a shuffling noise behind a large white van parked near a fence to someone's small back garden. Her curiosity took over her, and she went to investigate. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a group of teenage boys, probably around eighteen or older, hauling various objects from flash lights to assortments of wires and other electrical appliances they could find, and throwing them hastily inside the van.

Oh great. She had just run into some of the very people she had warned New York to sat away from.

One of them spotted her and gasped sharply. The others quickly turned around and saw her too, all freezing where they stood as they stared at her. A tall blonde one with a strange look in his eye casually approached her. "Bad timing" he said, a small grin forming on his face, revealing dirty yellow teeth.

April took a few steps backwards."You're telling me" she replied, swallowing nervously and prepared herself to run.

The yellow toothed guy smirked and shoved his hands in his pockets smugly. "You're that chick who was on T.V. Heh, you're even more prettier in person…I could use some fun right about now."

Her eyes widened. He wouldn't…he couldn't.

But she realized as he took another step towards her reaching for what looked like a knife in his pocket, he could.

And if she didn't get out of there, he would.

Letting out a cry of terror, April turned on her heel and bolted down the streets, running as fast as her legs would allow her to, with the street boys in hot pursuit. She could hear them chanting 'grab her purse! Get her!' as she ran. However, one of them managed to grab her and pull her down to the ground and hold her down, despite her intense struggles.

"Hey! Stop! Let me go! What do you think you're – HELP!" she cried desperately as she struggled beneath their grip, but one managed to slap a hand over her mouth, muffling her pleas.

This was it. What had started as the best day of her life, had now taken a turn for the worst.

Suddenly, the lamppost light above shattered, and all was suddenly dark.

"What the hell is this?" one of the boys cried.

April felt the weight of the boys being ripped off her and her mouth being freed as she heard a flurry of movement around her, punches being thrown and grunts and cries of pain echoing in the darkness.

"Far out, dudes!" she heard someone cry in triumph, before all went silent once again.

It was in that moment where the police arrived due to the amount of noise, shining their torch lights on the scene, and appeared to be just as baffled as the young frightened girl sat on the ground as they gazed at the scene. The boys who had pinned her down were now tied up and badly bruised, groaning in pain and some of them mumbling about giant men in hard suits. April looked around, her heart still beating hard against her chest, but saw no one else but the police and the scum bags that had tried to rob and even violate her.

"You alright ma'am?" one of the police men asked, placing a gentle reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah…I'm fine…" she replied shakily with a nod, still unable to fully grasp what had just happened. The policeman told her to stay put a moment whilst they gather up the punks, so she took that time to take one last look around her to see if there was any sign of her saviours.

Suddenly, something caught her eye; a long, sharp pronged object lying on the ground near a manhole cover. Quirking a brow, she shuffled closer and squinted her eyes down upon it. From what she could remember from her studies in Japanese weaponry in History class, it appeared to be a Sai. She knew those boys had no other weapons besides knives, so this must have come from one of her saviours.

Making sure the police weren't looking, she slid herself over to the weapon and quickly stuffed it inside her messenger bag; if she ever got the chance to find the ones who saved her life that night, she would give it back.

However, unbeknownst to her and the policemen as they helped her to her feet and into a police car, the owner of the weapon was cautiously peering out from underneath the manhole cover, and had seen her take it and stuff it in her bag.

"Damn!" he cursed, before slipping back under the metal lid, and returning to the sewers below.