Hey guys, this is my fanfiction so I would love to get some reviews, but please be nice. It's a mix of TMNT and the movie Burlesque. The turtles are a mix of 2k3 and the movie from 2k7. If you have any questions, tell me.
Oh and sorry it switches point of view so much, next time it will always be Ali's point of view, except maybe some times but I won't let it switch like this so much in one chaper.

Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 1

||Ali Sallent

It had been a long night at the club tonight. Maybe even a little bit too long. She was tired as hell and wanted to get home as fast as possible. She waved everyone goodbye and when she got outside she plugged in her earplugs. She picked one of her favourite songs True Love and walked down the stairs and turned left. She was longing to a hot shower and her pyjamas. Her muscles were sore, but that didn't held her off doing some dance moves she learned today. She never really walked like any other person. There was always some hop in her step. And when she walked towards her home and it was dark and there was almost nobody on the streets anymore she noticed herself making pirouettes and some other moves. It was obviously because she was always happy when she left the club. She would never forget the day she left Iowa to come to New York and after a short week ended up at The Burlesque Lounge. First as some kind of waitress, finding a new friend in Jack and then later when Tess finally noticed Ali's abilities and ended up on stage she had, had so much fun. Her life couldn't get any better. She let out a small yawn and decided to go down the alley she always took. Not expecting to see anybody. But of course luck wasn't on her side tonight. When she turned around the corner she stopped in her tracks. There, a few feet away from her, stood 4 guys with evil smirks on their face. Three of them each holding a baseball club and the first looked unarmed to her. But he could have some gun hidden anywhere. The smell of alcohol stinging in her nose she clutched her bag to her body and took the earplugs out of her ears. "What do you want?" She exclaimed, glaring at the four guys in front of her.
"Oh, don't act so hostile towards us, baby. We've seen you dancing a couple of times. Mind giving us a private dance?" The unarmed man slurred.
She shook her head. "Not gonna happen tonight ass. If you wanna see me dance you have to pay. In the club." She said, sounding rather sure of herself but she was scared, scared to death.
"But we can pay you, in kind." He stated and started walking towards her. "Show us what you got baby, we will pay you good."
"No." She said and backed away, of course tripping over her own feet and she landed with her butt on the ground. Then something behind the four men landing on the ground caught her attention.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A gruff voice warned. Two brown eyes stared at her for a moment before concentrating on the four guys who were turning their attention on the voice now too.

||Raphael

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Raphael said into the shell cell and tucked it away before Mikey could complain more. While jumping from roof to roof a young woman with a light coloured coat caught his attention. Her dirty blonde hair blowing after her in the cold winter air. She wasn't just walking, it almost looked like she was dancing across the pavement. He started to follow her without even noticing it but then the voices out of a dark alley close to him caught his attention. Listening closely to the voices he noticed they were talking about someone. Obviously a woman.
"She always walks through this alley. When she's finished with her work for the night." One man said, at the way he was talking it was obvious he was drunk.
"But she won't be done tonight just yet." Another man said and sounded even more drunk than the other one. He glared down at the men who were now beneath him. He looked over the edge of the roof and still noticed the woman in the corner of his eyes. He silently hoped they weren't talking about her. He was supposed to go home, but if they were after her he couldn't just let something happen to her. That would be just wrong. He waited for a moment and followed the woman with his eyes and when she indeed turned around the corner into the alley he let out an annoyed sigh. Why did they always do this, he asked himself. When he heard voices coming from underneath him he listened to the conversation. His temper slowly coming up. The guys were up to no good and when he noticed three of the men were also holding a baseball club he let out a small growl. Why were there always this kind of guys. Nasty and dumb they were. All of them. When the tallest of the man stepped forward to the girl he didn't hesitate and let himself fall of the roof, landing perfectly on his feet. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He warned and let his eyes wander to the girl for a moment. He could see in her eyes she was scared but she let out a soft, relieved sigh. He saw the three men with the clubs walking towards him and he launched.

||Ali Sallent

She didn't know what had scared her more. The four guys or this turtle-man-thing. She didn't know if she should get up and run or she should stay and try to help the green guy out in some way. Four against one wasn't really that fair. But after a few second she noticed that – that wasn't necessary. She was slowly getting up when the biggest guy was backing away from the green guy towards her. If she didn't got up fast he would end up walking over her. Then in the corner of her eye she noticed some bricks laying next to a container. She didn't hesitate and picked up one and jumped up, because with her 5'4 she wasn't really close to the bulky guys head and slammed it down on the side of the man's head. Not that hard because it wasn't like she wanted to slam his head in. With him falling down and slightly feeling the victory she didn't notice that the green guy slammed one of the baseball clubs out of the other man's hand and it flew right at her, hitting her head. She blinked a few times before darkness surrounded her. At least she knew she wasn't dead.