I DO NOT OWN TMNT, ONLY MY OCs!
Night takes over the city of New York, lamps illuminating the streets with their light. Alleyways turn into traps during the night, darkness threatening to swallow up anyone who dare use them. But, there are few that can use these passages to their advantage, use them as hiding places, and homes. You see these people sitting against buildings, or on curbs. Sometimes you don't even spare them a passing glance.
You'll sometimes see them laying on benches, curled up trying to keep warm when the cold, fall nights change the leafs to amazing colours, and brings frost that covers the grass. They will sometimes hold out an old coffee cup, hoping that someone will give them some loose change for some food. Old, cut up, dirty clothes are some of their only possessions, but they treasure them.
The homeless.
These people disappear and reappear from these alleyways, sometimes you will never see them again after that. They will hide behind dumpsters, hoping to not be seen by the passing gang members. Some are very unlucky, they are seen, and they are used as the gangs punching bags. But, some of these people fight back,they refuse to be punching bags, they refuse to be taken down by these gangs.
This is the story of one of these people.
Authors Note: Hey guys! This is my first FanFiction post, and I hope you enjoyed this short Prologue! I promise the next chapter will be longer! ^^;