Okay everyone since I'm eventually going to have a fic for ALL of the TMNT Here is the fic for my favorite of all the turtles Raphael. I'll get to the next Chapter of my Don fic soon! Well yes I hope you enjoy this one and I don't OWN TMNT or I'd probably have done a whole lot more with it...and I'd die happy.

She rolled her eyes at the locked door and the owner of the voice at the other side of it. She opened her window and climbed out onto the fire escape and into the boisterous air of New York. She closed the window harshly behind her and slid down the fire escape's ladder onto the damp alley concrete. The drag of her longs jeans against the sidewalk could be heard as she walked slowly with her hands in the pockets of her black hoodie. She took a deep breathe and smirked as the smell of the city fresh after rain filled her nostrils. Her smirk grew as she felt the wind blow her spiked black hair, an air of freedom surrounded the fairly tall girl. She walked straight, with squared shoulders, and a long proud stride.

She watched the speeding cars pass by her splashing droplets of fallen rain upon the damp ground. She surveyed her surroundings as she entered familiar territory. She let a grin pull across her lips as she spotted a pair of familiar faces. She crossed the middle of the street looking both ways for on-coming traffic. When she reached the other side of the street she greeted the two familiar figures and spoke with a Brooklyn accent.
"Well if it ain't the purple dragons. What are you two goons doin out here so late eh?" A girl a bit taller then herself rolled her eyes and gave her a playful punch to the shoulder.

"We could ask you the same question kiddo." The girl's male companion stepped toward her and ruffled her black hair with a taunting smirk on his face.
"Shouldn't you be at home Babs? Lemme guess you got another lecture from hockey man?" The girl proclaimed Babs rolled her eyes and put her hand on her hip.
"I don't have a home alright? That guy has a screw loose if he thinks he can lecture me when he goes out playin hockey man every night." The girl in front of Babs laughed and pulled her along the sidewalk her male companion following after them.
"Come on we're gonna go hang out near the diner and wait for a drop."

Babs shrugged and stayed with them as the two Purple Dragons waited for their stolen package. When they received their package the three took routes through the alleyways with their stolen cargo. Babs looked alertly around her in the quiet alley. As she heard the tap of wood on concrete she groaned and stopped. Her friends looked back to her and eyed her curiously.
"Babs?" She crossed her arms and pointed up to the roof tops.

Her companions followed her finger and rolled their eyes and sighed. The figure jumped from a fire escape and pointed a hockey stick at the two Purple Dragons while his gaze was set on Babs.
"Blaire, you better sit there and wait till I'm done with these friends of yours." Babs rolled her eyes and shrugged leaning against the alley walls. She yawned as the vigilante in the hockey mask tied up her friends and walked toward her. He grabbed her arm roughly and dragged her from the alley toward home. He lifted the hockey mask and gave her a stern look.

"What is going through your head when you hang out with those thugs Blaire?" She wrenched her arm from his grasp and glared at him straight into his dark eyes.
"Whatever Casey, I don't need one of your stupid lectures. Stupid muscle head." Casey Jones growled and took her arm again dragging her into an apartment building and up the stairs. As they reached the place at least one of them called 'home' Casey pushed her gently onto the couch and dragged his red-headed girlfriend into the room.
"Talk to this kid April cause I can't get nothin through her thick skull." April sat near Blaire causing her to roll her eyes and set her gaze to Casey's fuming pace in front of her.

"Blaire, we were worried about you. Why do you hang out with those Purple Dragons? They're dangerous." Blaire shrugged like she always did when April tried to get in her head and 'relate' to her. She inwardly shuddered at the thought of April's attempt at Psychology.
"They're thugs Blaire! Criminals!" Blaire rolled her eyes at Casey's outburst.
"Blaire, we care about you we just need answers. Why do you do it? What can Casey and I do to make you feel more comfortable?"

Blaire hated it when they ganged up on her and pretended they cared.
"I dunno why I do it April! Maybe I'm just a stupid kid and there ain't nothin you could do about it!" Blaire got up and tried to stomp off only to have Casey hold her back.
"Oh no! You're not going to your room where you'll just sneak out again!" Blaire glared up at him and slammed her foot onto his toes forcing him to let go.
"You're not my parents you can't tell me what ta do!" She ran to the door slamming it on her way out and sprinting down the stairs.

Once she was safely outside with Casey yelling after her she slowed down. She didn't know where she was going to go she just needed to be away from them. She despised how they could so easily feign care and worry. They didn't care about her, they just cared about Casey not going to jail for being a vigilante. All she was to them was community service and nothing more. Every family had taken and given her back until no one would do it anymore. Even the orphanage couldn't wait to get rid of her and so they pawned her of to felons as community service.

She knew she could be difficult, but that was just because she was a teen. All teens were difficult sometimes it just took a gentle parent to really understand that. For all those people to just take her and throw her back because she was difficult made her even more difficult for the next person. She walked down the street her hands in her pockets the wind blowing in her face harshly. She heard the rush of night traffic beside her. She heard the familiar vibration of the ground and turned walking down a small flight of stairs into an underground room. The music beat hard and loud going up her legs and out her finger tips.

She walked up to the small bar and knocked on the surface until a familiar face turned to her.
"Hey! Well if it isn't Baby!" Blaire smirked and rolled her eyes giving a small hug to the male from the other side of the bar.
"Hey Frankie. Keep the water coming cause I'm gonna be here for awhile." The male nodded and waved her off before she walked out to the crowded dance floor. She slid off her hoodie to reveal her long sleeved tight belly shirt. She tied the sweater around her waist before she started swaying her hips to the beat of the music.

She felt all her worries melt away as she danced to Kat Deluna's Unstoppable. She felt many sets of eyes on her and that only served to widen the smirk on her face. She saw a cocky guy push through the crowd to her and moved to speak in her ear.
"Wanna dance?" She shrugged and wrapped her arms around his neck. She let out a low growl when she had to lift his hands to an appropriate spot. She was annoyed by but used to this kind of behavior from guys.

She felt a pull on her shoulder and stumbled back and looked to see an angry face behind her. Blaire swatted her hand away giving her an annoyed look.
"What tha' hells your problem?" The girl who had way too much make-up caked on her face snarled, and pushed Blaire back with her finger.
"Step off my boyfriend skank." Blaire glared and pushed her back, her inner fuse starting to shorten. This led to the two young ladies to start a verbal altercation the others face invading the space of the other.

Blaire who was the more intimidating had made the girl falter and yelled to her.
"Why don't cha give your jaw a rest and we'll take this outside?" The other girl although intimidated agreed. The two and a spectating crowd walking into the cold air and into an alley.
"Lay off my guy!" Blaire pushed harshly on the girl making her stumble back almost breaking a heel.
"Make me!"

The girl growled charging for Blaire and successfully grabbing hold of her hair. Blaire tried prying off her fingers but failed. She threw swift punches to the girl's torso making her release her hair. She then threw a quick jab to the stunned girls face and was bombarded by the girls friends blows. She was forced to the floor as the weak but numerous punches and kicks fell against her body. The crowd jeered at the unfair tactic of Blaire's opponent. Blaire only felt relief as she was pulled from the crowd of girls and onto the sidewalk.

The crowd scattered like cockroaches as Blaire was face to face with Casey once again.
"What is your beef old man I had it!" Casey stroaked Blaires bruised face and yelled to her.
"This is having it Blaire? You getting ganged up on is having it? Let's get outta here before the cops show up." Blaire pushed away from Casey and walked with him down the street quietly. She would never outwardly admit that she was glad Casey had come when he did. Her pride would never let her admit she was ever grateful for his prescence.

She felt the burn from the various bruises on her body start to ebb into existance. She just wanted to give the girl a few more good fists to her face. She knew Casey would never allow it but she had never been this angry before. She just wanted to break things and scream until she lost her voice. That wasn't so much to ask was it? Casey sighed deeply as soon as they were far enough away from the scene, and wrapped a strong arm around Blaire's shoulders.
"Blaire, I know how you're feeling kid, but fighting ain't the way to solve your problems."

Blaire ignored the urge to shrug his arm off and listened to him and let out a scoff.
"This coming from the almighty Hockey Man, vigilante of the century." Casey groaned in frustration running his free hand through his dark silky hair.
"Look, I'm not the best example for life, sure. Ya know, you remind me alot of myself back in the days." Blaire grimaced and gave him a look, not enjoying the thought of being compared to him.
"I'm nothing like you Casey." He used his gloved hand to ruffle her short black hair.

"You're more like me then you know kid." Blaire bit her lip and shook her head.
"Tell me that if in ten years I run around with a hockey mask on my face screaming 'goongala' at gangs." He took her head under his arm rubbing his fist against the top of her head roughly then releasing her.
"I meant, the anger and the fighting smart mouth." Blaire made a face and sighed-although, like most things she wouldn't say aloud- she was more like Casey then she knew. This was probably the first time she felt grateful for Casey's prescence, and it would most likely be the last.

When they reached home Casey had stopped April from asking about her bruises. She had just gone to her room and slowly plopped on her bed, being careful of the bruises. Before she knew it she had fallen asleep. The moon was high up in the sky, and the city night was finally silent when Blaire awoke to a noise. She heard the sound of footsteps on the fire escape and a light tap at the living room window. She got up from her bed and tip-toed to her window looking out of it. The only thing visible was a shadow, and it made Blaire's heart race in her chest.

She opened it silently as she heard another set of footsteps and saw another shadow. The two people headed up to the roof quietly. She silently followed after them hiding behind one of the towers of bricks. She heard Casey's voice as she tried her hardest not to make a noise.
"She got into a brawl today, and she was doing good until the other girl had her friends jump in." The other person chuckled and made a sound to signify pain she guessed.
"When is she going back to the orphanage?"

Casey sighed and Blaire made a face; she didn't want to go back there, ever.
"She's going back soon. April is worrying me though. She keeps talking about keeping her, saying that she needs guidance. I'm not ready for kids Raph, not at all. Especially not a kid with that much anger." Blaire gasped silently and balled her fist getting up without thinking and running torward the fire escape and jumping down. She could hear Casey's voice calling after her, but she didn't care anymore. She couldn't believe she had let herself give him even the slightest chance, he was just like all the other foster parents that tossed her away. She would leave and save him the trouble of getting rid of her, maybe take the money she had saved up from those allowences April gave her and take a train down to Florida.

She wanted to be anywhere but near Casey Jones. She hadn't noticed, but there were tears falling behind her as she ran down the already damp streets. She only stopped when she could no longer feel the current of breath through her airways. She felt cold sweat run down her face and she walked to a dark alley and squatted. she put her faces in her hands and just let herself cry. Truthfully, she did care about being thrown away, it killed her a little inside everytime she was given up. She just wanted that one parent to reach out to her and take the time to care and gain her trust.

She felt the tears stop and just let her forehead rest against her knees, the silence was, at the moment, her friend. She sat against the wall letting her head rest against the brick wall. She never wanted to see Casey and April again and she knew it would be too soon that the opposite would happen. Se got up wiping her face and cringing as she forgot about her bruises and cuts. She got up walking out of the alley, with the feeling that someone or something was watching her. She looked back scanning the roof tops and the street, but it was deserted. She could tell she wasn't far from Casey and April's apartment, so she picked up the pace.

She put her hands in her pockets, goosebumps rose on her skin as a breeze blew by. She pulled back her black tresses opposite the breeze and run across the street to a park. A desolate park at night was a gift from heaven to her as she sat on a swing enjoying the silence. She heard a rough voice from behind her, it sounded familiar.

"You shouldn'ta run from Casey like that." Blair jumped up and turned around glaring at the shadow that spoke to her, her fists raised.
"Whadda you know? He wanted me gone so I'm gone, you can go back to your master, pup."

She could see the eyes in the shadows narrow much like hers, they held the same anger.
"Go back, Casey's lookin for you." Blair scoffed and turned back around ready to walk away.
"Thank but no thanks, I know where I'm not wanted. Plus you can hang around and I won't be in your way anymore." The shadow jumped to blocked her way, and she was confused. She tried to push past him but he held her back, and it was starting to annoy her. She growled going to knee the figure only to meet a hard surface sending waves of pain through her knee.

She hissed and fell to the ground holding her knee. From where she was writhing, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. A giant turtle in a red bandana was looking down at her with an angry-and slightly pained- look in his eyes. At least she got the satisfaction of knowing she had hurt him even a little bit. Blair cursed under her breath as she heard the turtle call for Casey and April in the distance who came running. April ran to her touching her face, Blair pulled back angrily.
"Don't touch me!"

Casey tried to help her up but she only struggled pushing him away as she sat up in the park grass. When April tried again to touch her she slapped her hand away roughly yelling to her. "I told you not to touch me! Leave me alone!" April flinched away with pain in her eyes kneeling next to Blair.
"Blair what's wrong? Talk to me!" As the pain dulled away in her knee she stood up keeping her distance.
"Oh, now you want to talk? Maybe you should talk to Casey about him wanting to get rid of me! Just get rid of me like all the others did!"

April again tried to reach for Blair her mouth opening slightly to say something.
"Blair we...." Blair backed away glaring fiercly at the trio in front of her.

"No, I don't want your excuses! Take your freak friend and leave me alone!" she tried to turn and run only for the pain to shoot up her leg, making her stumble and fall. She tasted dirt in her mouth and she felt the tears pricking her eyes from the excruciating pain she felt. She desperately wished it would all just be over with and they could leave her be.