Hi! MidnightSilverChan here! This is my second attempt at,Fate Can Be A Funny Thing, which was origanally called, Riri Stands Once More, but I decided to change the title cause i like this one, and I really hope its more enjoyable this time! I tried to fix a few things, with the help of my Beta, Adriatic Rose! I want Riri to be a character that others enjoy reading about, who is not a Mary sue, and isn't perfect, but still brave despite her age and the horrible things going on around her. I also want the story to be somewhat more realistic. I don't want her life to be so bad like in most stories though, but I wanted to write a story of a character who's having a rough time in her life, and her friends, the turtles and humans, who help keep her on her feet, despite the fact she was terrafied of the turtles at first. I really hope you enjoy reading this! If any of you have ideas that you think could make this better, or errors you see that I should tend to, please tell me! Enjoy!

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I rubbed my gloved hands together and breathed on them for warmth, the chilly night air freezing my hands even though the soft gloves securely enveloped them. It was a bit past midnight and the crescent moon glowed gallantly upon the cemetery's grim surface, making the tombs glisten. I stood there, standing in front of my father and mother's tomb, today being the very anniversary of their death: my birthday. I had been there for only a half hour, but I was already shivering violently. Even so, leaving would only upset me more than I already was. It was my fault that they were dead; the least I could do was pay my respects. Zatch had offered to come with me, but I declined, for this was something I needed to by myself. Because I would be walking around in the middle of the night, Zatch secured me with my own pocket knife, which I had no intention of using whatsoever.

I lifted up my gloved hand and gently touched the scar on the side of my face. It started under my eye and went all the way down to the bottom of my jaw. I grimaced at the memory of how I had gotten it: on my tenth birthday, the one on which my father had died. I sighed once more and looked around. Fog surrounded the cemetery, giving it an eerie feel. I didn't like to admit it, but being alone at night in the middle of the cemetery…well it was absolutely terrifying to me. But I tried to be brave - for my parents -I reminded myself. I was usually a cheery person, the "crazy one" in our new "family" of three. It was made up of my two friends and me. Their names were Mimi and Zatch. I'd known them since I was a kid. We always played together as children, at a park nearby, the three of us were inseparable. But even so, it was now my birthdays that I hated the most; I was usually withdrawn on them. My friends understood and never pried much, but even with that, they always ended up waking me up with bashing pans, a happy birthday song, and a vanilla cake with butter cream frosting. (My favorite.)

I was truly grateful to have such wondrous friends. At least, I had one blessing on this terrible day. I ended up staying at the cemetery for another hour, talking to my parent graves' as if they were there. I told them about school, and how things were at home, and how I missed them. When my father was alive, we would do this at mom's grave. When I was done, I bowed like the respectful person I was and continued on home. But I wasn't able to shake the feeling, that aching feeling, that I was being…watched….and it bothered me, so I walked faster, pacing myself. The streets of New York were as lively as they were in day, after all, it was the city that never sleeps, so of course there were people everywhere. An occasional bump here or there by a pedestrian, a silent nod hello, but they didn't sit there and watch you. I still couldn't shake the feeling. My breathing started to get ragged, as it usually did when I was scared or nervous, and I tried to calm myself. We lived next to Central Park, which was still two blocks away, and I would be coming up to an alleyway soon. Oh how I cursed at the fact I had to go through an ALLEYWAY on my way home. But there was simply no other way I could go. I sighed and glanced around, and as far as I could tell, nothing was there.

The dreaded alleyway came up and I drew in a deep breath, ready to sprint if needed. I may not look it, but I can run fast. I was only five feet, so I wasn't very tall, but I just so happen to be the fastest in all the 7th grade, my grade of course, being I turned 13 today, I was a little older than most though. I turned into the alleyway, my inside alarms practically screaming that something else was there, but, like a complete and utter retard, I payed no attention whatsoever to them. I continued walking until I saw the little right turn I would make to get out of the alley and sighed in relief. But the watched feeling was still there.

Before I knew what was happening, I was suddenly kicked in my chest onto the ground by a large black boot, my voice letting out a squeak as my body connected with the cold hard ground. I tried to get up but ended up just coughing, and spitting out blood, the sight of it making my stomach churn. The attacker walked up behind me and from the corner of my eye, I could see he had a sword in one hand, while his other hand was curled into a fist at his side. He wore all black and had a funny foot symbol on his shirt. I coughed once more before turning to face him, my eyes showing no fear. I never showed it, even if that's what I felt. I tried to be tough so no one would mess with me. I was no Mary-sue, I assure you.

A mask covered almost all of his face, except for his eyes. They were cold, black eyes. He punched me back down as I tried to get up, and I flew back into a trash can. He picked up his sword and did some crazy ninja moves with it, then sliced my right arm, the front part of the blade going deep into my skin. I watched wide eyed as the crimson blood - tons of it - slowly started to come out of the cut, and then the pain started to sink in and I was screaming. He quickly withdrew his sword, the blood flying out in huge specks, and jumped a few steps back.

I gripped my arm and sank to my knees, the tears that I had been suppressing finally coming down like a waterfall. I sat there, writhing in pain as he just stood there and watched. What did he even want with me? He started running at me again, this time his sword held between both hands. This time, I knew he was aiming to kill me. I squeezed my eyes shut and bid the world goodbye. The thought of seeing my mother and father again almost made me a bit hopeful. It felt like minutes as I waited for death. And then I realized, it had been a few minutes, and I was still alive. Right?

I hesitantly opened my eyes, and a blurry green figure, no, a few blurry green figures were standing in front of me. My eyes widened a bit as I noticed they had shells. Tortoises? I thought to myself. Or…turtles…but…how? The pain in my arm, everywhere really, was so intense I started to get dizzy. Maybe I'm just seeing things because I'm dizzy from losing so much blood. There's no way like, four giant turtles are standing in front of me right now. Suddenly one of them turned to me. It looked like he was wearing a blue mask, the white part covering his eyes.

"Donatello." He said, his voice reminding me that of Zatch's, "Go tend to her wounds, see if she's alright, we'll handle this goon." The one turned to me, wearing a purple mask, and nodded at the blue one. He walked over and I inched back, even if it hurt to do so. All I could think was: WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL? !

"There there it's okay." He said somewhat soothingly, "Please just let me see that wound, it's really bad by the looks of it. Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you." Upon hearing this one talk too, my eyes went wide again and I inched back farther again, my back now touching the wall. I opened my mouth to scream, but only managed a small raspy sound. I could hear the other….turtles…fighting, and it sounded as if there were more enemies now. Wait…..turtles…fighting? That sounded so….just….not right somehow….turtles are supposed to be slow, and swim in water, and not like six freaking feet tall. And their definitely not supposed to talk. The one with the purple bandana, Donatello from what the blue masked one said, sighed and grabbed my wrist, making me flinch and try to pull away, with no luck. With his other hand, he took a bag off his shoulder, unzipped it, and pulled out some bandages. He began wrapping my wound, and I winced each time he came in contact.

"This is going to need serious cleaning later, it's a deep wound, it might need stitches too. But for now I'll just have to try and stop the bleeding. These bandages should help and-"

That's all I heard. Everything else felt so distant, I could here distant sounds like cars beeping and people shouting, but my vision was blurry. Was I going into shock? I could barely even process that thought. The pain became too much, and I blacked out, unaware that the four greens creatures now gathered around me. And right now, I truly felt helpless; just like a Mary-Sue….

I hope you guys liked it! If you want, please review and tell me how it was, and if there's any thing I can fix! I'll try to update as much as I can, so please bare with me! Also, to show my thanks to those who review and favorite, ill write your usernames in the beginning of the next chapter, thanks!

-MidnightSIlverChan