When the clock strikes ten, it's true

You won't know what to do

Only two hours left

Then your soul is good as dead

Then the clock strikes eleven, oh no

You are on death row

You only have an hour left

Before you have lost your head

The clock has just struck midnight

Don't try to put up a fight

When you hear the footsteps come

There isn't even time to run

...

12:00 am

She gasped and ran into the closet, slamming the door behind her and clutching the doorknob with both her hands. It was locked, but that wouldn't help at all-except possibly to give her more comfort. The door shook as a scream echoed from the other side and the girl's hand burned from holding the door closed.

"Leave me alone!" She cried.

There was a loud crack, and she looked up to see that a hand had punched through the door, and was grasping at her.

She looked down and her eyes darted to the discarded baseball bat. She tried to roll it towards her with her foot, but she couldn't reach. She took a deep breath and let go of the knob, diving for the bat and turning to the door. It was gone-ripped out of the frame and discarded in the living room-and the horrible creature was standing before her.

"Go away!"

The monster let out a scream and darted at its victim.

The girl shrieked, closed her eyes, and swung.

Raphael leapt off of the building and into the alleyway, smiling as he shook his head.

"You guys want to get caught or something?" He tisked.

"Leave us alone, you freak,"

He chuckled,¨ Can't do that-sorry-but if there's two things I don't like, it's purple dragons, and purple dragons without bruises."

The lead gang member flipped out his knife," Try it turtle."

The red-masked terrapin grinned," With pleasure."

He ran at the tattooed thug and punched him in the chest, sending him flying into the wall. He slammed his arm down on the robber's back and the criminal let out a breathy gasp, before falling to the ground.

He looked up at the other purple dragons and raised an eye ridge.

"Wanna go?"

The thugs looked at each other warily and turned back to him. Raphael grinned and crossed his arms.

"Boo!"

They ran away into the street, and Raphael looked down at the unconscious criminal. He scoffed and made his way to the fire escape-climbing up to the rooftops.

Raphael leaned his shell against a smoke pipe and sighed.

"Too easy,"

"There you are,"

Raphael turned to Casey Jones-who was panting heavily.

"Oh, sorry," He grinned," I left you back there."

Casey glared daggers at his mutant friend," Left me? You freaking ran to the other side of town! What happened?"

"Some purple dragons dude,"

"You couldn't wait for me?"

"I told you, I didn't mean to,"

"Man, if only I had your fitness," Casey joked," I'd be able to run away from anything when I wussed out."

"Like from shock from seeing your ugly mug?"

The hockey-playing teenager scoffed," If anyone's making people run from a gross face, it's you."

Raphael looked down at his feet, and Casey realized his mistake.

"Oh, sorry man-you know that I think you guys are awesome,and-"

"What'ya talking about Casey? I'm fine-I don't care. Funny joke. Now let's head back to the lair,"

Casey frowned-he knew when Raphael was covering up his emotions-but he also knew to never bring it up. He shrugged.

"Sure man, whatever you say,"

Raphael stood up, and turned to the direction of the lair. HIs eyes, however, darted over to the window to an apartment. The lights were flashing like strobes-and Raphael nudged Casey.

"Look,"

"Kraang?"

"Most likely,"

"Let's do it,"

They ran to the apartment, and tried to open the window from the fire escape-but it was locked.

"How else can we get in?"

There was a scream-and Raphael grunted-before smashing the glass with his elbow. They crawled in, and ran to the sound of the yell.

They turned the corner to see a tall silhouette of a creature in the doorway-back to them-reaching into the closet. There was a loud thumping noise, and the monster let out a scream-reaching for it's temple with one hand and stumbling backwards.

Standing with a baseball bat was a teenage girl-about 17-covered in blood and sweat. There was a loud screech-like metal upon metal-and the tall creature disappeared. The girl dropped her bat and looked up, spotting Raphael and Casey. At the sight of the large mutant turtle, she let out a cry for help, and crumpled to the floor.

"Come on," Raphael walked up to her.

"What?"

"We're bringing her to Donnie,"

"What?! What if that freaky demon comes for her?"

"Well then be glad you have so many baseball bats. Now help me lift her up,"

Casey sighed and walked over," What was that thing?"

"I don't know,"

...Then the clock struck one…