Asher's P.O.V

It was nearing 1am as Asher made her way home, her mind still buzzed from the rum she drank at a party hosted by strangers. But hey, they had been friendly enough and gave her free drinks and the music hadn't been half bad even if it wasn't her taste. Digging into the pocket of her large green cargo jacket she fished out her old iPod and selected Beastie Boys before tucking it safely back in her pocket and pulling her hood up in case of rain.

She had been right about the rain as it slowly began to drizzle , soaking her grey high top converse and filling the air with the smell of dirty water and rust. She narrowed her tawny eyes and looked up at the heavy black clouds and sighed, it was at least 5 more blocks until she got to her apartment .Of course she hadn't thought to bring an umbrella when she had left that afternoon and she was regretting it.

Grumbling to herself about being irresponsible she trudged along and began to sober up by the time she was half way to her destination. The rain was falling heavily now and put her in a sour mood as she paused beneath an overpass to squeeze water from her coat and teal colored hair, which was a long tangled mess. As she shook her jacket out, while complaining to herself, she didn't notice as three figures made their way over to her.

Suddenly she heard a chuckle come from behind her and spun around, dropping her iPod in the process "Dammit..." She cursed and looked up to see three men approach her.

"Thanks for that." She said sarcastically "if you guys made me break my iPod you-"

"We'll what?" The man in front interrupted with slurred words, he had dark messy hair and blood shot eyes and was obviously under the influence of something "you're in no position to be making demands."

Asher paled slightly and attempted to retrieve her iPod but backed away when the man took a few steps toward her, making him and his friends laugh.

"Aw I think she's scared." One of his friends spoke, his face hidden under a hood "I like em when they're afraid like that, makes things so much more fun."

Asher glared at them and punched the dark haired man when he made a grab for her. Her fist connected with his jaw and she was thankful for the self defense classes she took when she was a kid. The man swore and rubbed his jaw before fixing his predatory gaze on her, and she could smell the grime and alcohol on his breath when he spoke.

"That was a really stupid move you dumb bitch." He growled and back handed her, sending her falling to the ground.

Asher's instincts kicked in and she ditched her jacket and kicked the mans legs as hard as she could before making a run for it. She could hear the men yell obscenities as her feet pounded against the pavement and adrenaline coursed through her body. But it wasn't enough, she felt her lungs start to burn from the exertion and cursed her bad smoking habit. Knowing she couldn't outrun them she ran down an alley against her better judgement, hoping to find somewhere to hide or lose them. Reaching a dead end she panicked and looked around frantically, noticing a fire escape to her right.

"If I escape this I swear I'll quit smoking." She prayed quietly as she made her way to the fire escape.

With a sense of urgency she quickly began to pull herself up the metal ladder, almost slipping a couple times, as she hoisted herself up toward the small balcony. When she heard voices she glanced up to see the three men make there way down the alley with frightening determination. Ignoring the pain in her lungs and the ache in her arms she continued up the ladder and felt a sense of relief when the balcony was in arms reach. Just as her slender fingers brushed against it she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head. Overwhelmed with dizziness she lost all the strength in her hands and fell.

When she landed the breath left her lungs and she gasped as the world spun around her before everything went black. The three men all laughed

"Time to have fun."

Raphael's P.O.V

It was turning out to be a dull night for Raphael and the rain was making his foul mood even worse. The day had started out bad when he woke up with a head ache and they ran out of aspirin the week before so there had been no help there. Then he was scolded by Master Splinter for not being focused during training and later found his punching bag had been damaged and no one would admit to it, though he was pretty sure it had been Mikey. So being fed up with his family he decided to go blow off steam and find some trouble.

But here he was sitting on his ass on some rooftop getting rained on, it probably couldn't get any worse. Then he heard his stomach rumble and he cursed at himself, he just had to jinx himself didn't he? That's when he heard it. There were voices coming from beneath the overpass next to the building he stood on. Walking over to the edge he looked down at the scene below him, chewing angrily at the toothpick In his mouth. At first it seemed liked the three guys and the girl he saw were just chatting but when one of the men grabbed for and she punched him he knew it wasn't a cordial meeting.

When he saw the man hit her his blood boiled and started making his way down when the girl ran with the men following closely behind her. As soon as his feet touched the ground he made his way to the alley way as the group disappeared behind a corner. Making sure he was hidden in shadow he pulled out his sai and and stood at his full height and stepped out, a determined frown on his face.

"Get away from the girl assholes." He spoke in his intimidating gruff voice, immediately gaining the groups attention.

The dark haired man turned around with an annoyed expression on his face and scoffed when he saw Raphael, only noticing his height and nothing else as the turtle was still concealed by shadows.

"I don't think you know who you're talking to kid." The man said and laughed when Raphael raised his weapons "look the little boy has toys" he mocked, making his friends laugh.

Raphael growled with impatience, he knew these men were drunk and probably couldn't see or think straight. But he wasn't about to let them take advantage of a helpless girl, or get away with hitting her. They were nothing but dishonorable filthy scum and he would treat them as such.

So he took a defensive stance and egged them on with a flick of his hand, and it worked like a charm. With a shout from the dark haired man his friends ran at Raphael brandishing nothing but flip knives. Now it was Raphael's turn to laugh.

First he knocked the feeble weapons from his assailants hands, kicking one in the stomach in the process and sending him sprawling on the concrete. He felt a sudden thump against his shell and turned to see the third man had found a piece of pipe, a terrified look on his face when he saw Raphael's face.

"F-freak!" The man shouted and swung the pipe down but Raphael caught it with a snarl.

He enjoyed the satisfying crunch the guys face made when his fist connected and knocked him out cold. Rolling his shoulders he turned around and stepped into the light and saw that the last man was visibly shaking which made Raphael smirk.

"Not so tough now are ya?" He growled and the man dropped his weapon and started lowering to the ground with his hands in front of his face.

"C-come on man, we w-were just having some fun ya know." The man replied nervously "w-we didn't mean any harm I s-swear!" He pleaded as Raphael stepped closer.

Raphael crouched down "oh of course you didn't, but you won't mind if I give ya something though would ya?" He said punching him square in the nose.

The man yelled in pain and covered his bloody broken nose with his hands "you bastard-" he froze when Raphael stood, towering over him and he quickly scurried away out of the alley before Raphael decided to "give" him something else.

Raphael spit his tooth pick out and turned to look at the girl with a sigh "what the hell do I do with you?"

He crouched down to get a better look at her and noticed blood in her teal hair and lifted some of it to see a good sized gash on the back of her scalp, it would need stitches. Lifting her gently in his arms he made sure she had no other obvious injuries but her dark jeans and Metallica t shirt seemed to be relatively untouched with no trace of blood. But didn't she have a jacket on beforehand? He looked around and spotted it beneath the overpass and hastily retrieved it and her iPod before making a bee line for a manhole about 20 feet away.

He knew Master Splinter would be angry but he couldn't take her to the hospital and he couldn't tell if anything else was wrong with the unconscious girl. Donnie would be able to tell and hopefully when she woke up she would go home without telling anyone about him and his brothers and everything would go back to normal. If only he knew how wrong he was.

To anyone who took the time to read this story thank you, this is my first fanfic and I hope you enjoyed it and stay tuned for the next chapter!