The song is "Crazy Times" by Jars of Clay (a great band, look them up)! I don't own the song or Tmnt.

"I'm going out. I-I can't sleep." I picked my bag up and slid it on my shoulder.

My mom smiled at me from the couch, "We understand sweetie, go on ahead. Make sure you get the gloves. Be back by morning so you can sleep some."

"Y-Yes ma'am," I smiled at her, pulling the black gloves on over my clawed fingers. Two of the fingers were stuffed so it seemed like I had all five. I put on my favorite blue knit beanie hat and went outside.

We'd moved to the city not long after my incident. I didn't mind too much, I'd had enough countryside anyways.

I'm nocturnal, and therefore I don't go to school anymore. I spend a lot of my time reading or watching documentaries to make up for the education I've been missing out on.

But sometimes I just have to get out of that stuffy apartment.

I looked around, dark brown curls bouncing and brushing over the top of my shoulders. I walked down the sidewalk, fidgeting slightly. I felt like doing something, but I didn't know what. I turned my iPod on, letting it play aloud, and turned the volume down so it wouldn't bother anyone. But, ask looked around, there was hardly many people around. At least, compared to the day time.

I smiled, the restlessness fading as I felt at peace with myself. I loved music, especially jars of clay.

"You're cold that way, and that's why you say the things that you say," my soprano voice flowed smoothly, and somewhat eerily, into the quiet the night held.

"You can't attract, the things that you lack... You're trying in vain," I lost myself in the song, grinning.

"It seems, its always the crazy times. You'll find, you wake up and realize. It takes, more than your saline eyes... To make things right..."

"What a pretty voice."

I nearly jumped out of my skin, and spun around to face an older kid. I, surprisingly, hadn't heard him and gave a small smile. His smirk nerved me, and I began walking back when I realized he was walking towards me, smile disappearing. The wicked tattoo on the side of his face didn't help to lessen my nerves.

"U-Uhm, Hello... Wh-what're you doing?" I bumped into someone behind me and heard a snicker, I spun away, looking at the tall, blond man I'd bumped into. He grabbed my wrist, jerking me forward and wrapping a strong arm around me, "We just want to play some... You are on our territory after all."

My instinct's we're starting to go off commanding me to run, or curl up, or do something to get out of this situation, "N-No thank you... Uhm... T-territory?" Had I crossed onto someone's property or something?

The tattooed fella grinned and turned his head to show clearly the tattoo. A purple dragon.

I was on gang territory.

I struggled against the blond holding me now, "Let m-me go! I-I'm sorry, I didn't kn-know!"

"Aww, no need to be so scared. In fact, I think you'll enjoy what we have in mind for you... Right, Alvin?"

I squirmed, and Alvin held me tighter, "Of course, Nicholas."

I didn't understand what they were talking about but it didn't sound good. My heart beat fast with fear and panic. My mind ran. I had nothing to fight with, and if I did then I wouldn't even know how to fight. What do people do in movies when stuff like this happens?

Scream. I sucked in a large breath, planning to scream til my lungs popped.

Nicholas stepped forward, pulling out a pocket knife and flicking it open. He had the blade under my neck, "No screaming or you'll regret it..."

A short but interesting beginning I think. The turtles enter in the next chapter. Please review! ^u^