A/N: Hi world! Sorry if this little tidbit is too short. It's just that this is my first fanfiction... EVER. Please, please, PLEASE review so I can get an idea if anyone even likes this! Plus, constructive criticism and feedback is most definitely welcome! But please no absolute negativity or trashing. Thanks and I hope you enjoy! I do not own TMNT!

Why does my life have to be so goddamn hard?

I mean, would it kill someone to just let me off the hook from time to time? As if I don't already have enough crap to deal with being a teenage girl, I also have to dodge the Foot's attempts at killing me. But I guess I'm getting a bit ahead of myself aren't I?

I'm guessing you'd like to know my entire life story, why the Foot is after me, and why I just so happen to be running for my life. Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't have any free time for a back story. Like I said, being chased. Might tell you later.

But back to the running for my life part.

My arms pump at my sides, feet a blur on the pavement. A clap of thunder, loud enough to make windows rattle in their panes, rolls through the dark New York sky. I push harder as the first drops of rain hit my face, breath coming in short gasps. The sudden freezing May downpour sets to work, making everything slick. Rain soaks me through in a matter of seconds, and my short hair is pasted to my face. This was not my day. My toe catches on something as my other foot slips. I start to fall but catch myself, pushing off even harder. A cramp starts to work itself into my right leg and I have a stitch in my side.

'Stupid, stupid, STUPID!' that helpful little voice in my head screams, 'You just had to go out into the open so recklessly! You were supposed to be lying low dip shit! Or did you forget the last time the Foot caught up to you?'

I hadn't forgotten the last time they caught up. I still had the scar to show for it. But I had to go out, and I got sloppy. Hopefully this wasn't going to be the last time.

A high pitched whistling noise closing in fast catches my attention. I duck just in time to miss a throwing star aimed at my head, and I suddenly hear a lot more of the little buggers coming at me from behind.

I aim myself towards the nearest alley, sprinting like hell. Red hot pain slices through my left shoulder and right thigh just as I dive down the side street. I come to a screeching halt and quickly conceal myself behind a dumpster. Staying invisible as Foot soldiers race past, I tenderly touch my thigh. I hiss and pull back my hand, seeing the blood smeared on my fingers.

"Damn that smarts," I growl, wiping my hand off on my hoodie.

The peals of thunder and cracks of lightning continue as I quickly strip off my hoodie. I gently pull off my navy blue tee and set to work tearing it into strips. Shivering in my soaked, gray tank top, I dress my arm. And believe me, dressing a cut with one hand is very difficult. I manage the final knot and pull my hoodie back on. Standing up slowly, I peek over the dumpster. I can't dress my leg here. I mean, would you want to be in your undies in the rain? Not. Fun.

I take a cautious step out from my hiding place. It looks like all of the Foot have passed, but I can't be sure. Slowly creeping along the wall, I reach the opening of the side street. I look around the corner but don't see anyone out in the ongoing downpour.

"Okay, I just have to get back to the safe house and I'll be home free," I mutter, inching out of the alleyway.

BANG!

I jump at the sudden noise, my senses on full alert. Pulling back into the shadows, I look up. On the roof! There's someone there, and I'll give you one guess as to who it is.

"Dammit!" I squeak. Peeling out of the shadows, I run down the alley in a dead sprint. The Foot clan was on the flippin' rooftops!

I turn down another side street, and another, and another, but I can still see them in my peripheral vision. I dart to my right into another alley. But, unfortunately, this one is a dead end.

"Crap!" I yell, skidding to a stop. Whirling around, I run for the exit.

Whoosh!

Suddenly there's a wall of Foot ninja blocking my way. I make a u-turn, aiming to scale the wall. But low and behold, there's another line of black uniforms there too. I stop in my tracks, chest heaving. They stand there like silent statues as I fall into a fighting stance.

"Bring it on!" I shout at them, "I have a Two and a Half Men show recording that I want to get back to!"

I smirk, waiting for the first move.