Chapter 1

I had just gotten back from another double shift at the hospital when my roommate and best friend, April O'Neil, came running into the door. I was flipping through the channels, still in my scrubs.

"Rosy. Rosy!" she exclaimed. "You'll never believe what just happened to me. I am freaking out! I just saw the Foot Clan attack!"

That got me to shoot up in my seat on the couch. If they noticed April, they could have found me easily. "What? Are you okay?"

April then flew into the story of what had happened to her that day. She told me about the interview at the docks and then her embarrassing reporting. Then she got to going back to the docks, only to see the Foot Clan attacking. But when she got to the part of someone fighting back, I looked at her with confusion.

"Wait! You saw someone fighting back?" I interrupted with a question.

April looked a little peeved that I interrupted her but nodded anyway; launching back into her story about the figure that she saw and the symbol that was left on the side of a container. She then showed me the picture of the symbol. "I've seen it somewhere before," she was telling me and then began to rant. "I can't quite remember where, but I know that I have. But there is someone fighting back against the Foot Clan. There is a vigilante in this city, and no one knows, but I do. I know, and now I have my story. There is no more froth and foam for me."

I put both of my hands on her shoulders and got her to breath. When her breathing had evened out, I let go. "April, you didn't really see anything, and you don't have any proof. I hate to be the one to say it, but they aren't going to believe you."

"But Rosy don't you think that I should at least try to get them to listen," April pleaded, her blue eyes practically begging me. I only sighed in response, running a hand through my natural platinum blonde hair. I had known April since we were kids, even if she was a few years older than me, and she had always wanted to be a big reporter. Ever since she started at Channel 6, she's been looking around for the big stories and trying to get her name out there.

"I guess, if you want to," I sighed. "I'm gonna take a shower."

"How did work go for you?" she asked casually as I got up. "Did they approve of your days off?"

I smiled at that. I had been working multiple double shifts at the hospital during peak hours and I requested to have a few weeks off work as an accommodation. "It got approved but I have to go in tomorrow to do some paperwork."

"It's about time," April shouted at me as I went into the bathroom. I shot her a smile before closing the door. I got undressed and, while the water was heating up, I looked at myself in the mirror. I had quite a few scars all over my body and multiple tattoos to cover them up. One was located on my left shoulder and was the Japanese symbol for family; the very same one that the vigilante had painted at the docks. I just didn't know why they would paint that particular symbol.

After my shower, I went to bed. The next day, over breakfast, April informed me that she wouldn't be in tonight. She would be going to a benefit that was being held and her job wanted her to go but was hesitant to tell me who it was for. I gave her a deep glare when she told it me it was for Eric Sacks. "You had better not tell him that I'm in the city April," I demanded.

Eric Sacks was my father and we didn't have the best relationship. I had refused to talk to him when I entered high school and even got a out of state scholarship for collage so that I could get away from him. When April wanted to move back to New York once we graduated, I only moved back on the condition that he would never find out that I was in the city. April didn't truly understand why I hated my father so much, but she agreed to my condition. So far, she's kept her end of the bargain, but with neither of us had been in much contact with any of Sacks Industries employees. But being in the same room with a man that April still looked up too, I was worried that she might let something slip.

April flinched at the glare. "You changed your last name Rose. There's no way that he would know that I was you that I would be talking about."

I just continued glaring at her. "I would hope that you wouldn't talk about your roommate at all April. I know that you don't understand why, but I have very good reasons to hate that man." I held up my hand to stop her argument. We would argue about this a lot over the years, me not telling her why I hated my own father. "I don't tell you because telling you would put you in danger and you're already in danger with me here and knowing my secret is bad enough."

We both left it at that and went about getting ready for our jobs. April gave me a hug and a reassurance that she wouldn't say anything before heading out. I didn't have to be in until later, so I took my time getting ready. I put on a tight black workout tank top and some tight black jeans. I decided to French braid my hair and put eye liner and mascara around my steel gray eyes. My lips were already a natural red color, so I didn't need any lipstick. Putting on my brown leather jacket and my wedge heel knee high brown boots, I hid a tanto in each boot, my gut telling me that there would be something going down; I headed out.

After a few hours of paperwork, I was finally done and was able to take three full weeks paid vacation. I was so happy that I practically skipped to the subway with a smile on my face. I was waiting in the subway on the train to come so I could do some training before April got home, when suddenly people started to scream and run. I didn't know what was going on and before I knew it, I was grabbed by a man wearing a mask and gun. He held onto me as the other people were put up against walls and near the rails.

Looking between the rails and to the other side, I saw that they had more people held hostage over there. I was held on to and we passed by some of the guys putting bombs on the wall. We had also passed by April as she was led over with the others. We locked eyes and she looked kind of scared. I was led over to a woman that looked like the leader. She wore an all-black ensemble with a white and black scarf around her neck. She had black hair with red underneath her bangs and a section under her ponytail as well. When her dark eyes caught sight of me, they widened, and a smirk appeared on her face.

'Oh shit,' was all I thought.