I DO NOT OWN TMNT, ONLY MY OCs!
Athena was perched on a small apartment building, looking down on a small, dark alleyway below her. It was another night in New York city, the lights causing a faint glow above the tall buildings. This was not her home. The trees, the open fields, and quiet roads, that was her home. She had come to New York when she was fifteen, her mother had finally found a job in a hospital, and she couldn't refuse the offer.
Before the move, her and her mother lived in a small town in the North of New York State. It was beautiful, the trees, the wildlife, all of it. It was her inspiration; she painted the trees in the fall, the snow in the winter, the new blossoms in the spring, and the rising sun in the summer. Moving to the city killed her inspiration. There were too many people, she could not go on quiet walks anymore without running into anyone. The only place that pleased her was Central Park, it was an hour walk away from her home, but it was her favorite place. She spend her summer days sitting on a bench in the park, looking at the sky.
That was until her little family got the phone call that would change Athena's life forever. Her mother had received a call, it was a nice day, the sun was shining, and it was warm enough to have the screen door open. They were sitting on the couch in their small living room when the phone rang. This was usually normal, her mother was always called into work early.
But when the phone dropped to the floor, and her mother started crying, she knew something was wrong. That was five years ago, five years ago to this day. Her mother fought the cancer that infected her lungs, for two and a half long years. Athena sold their house, sold most of their belongs to pay the bills, but nothing worked. Her mother was terminally ill. When her pain ended, when her mothers life ended, Athena was left with nothing other than her art supplies and a few pairs of clothes. She was left with nothing, and had no other family. The streets were her only option.
The alleyway below was empty, no one deciding to walk down it. She sighed, her shoulders sore from the backpack she had set down beside her. Her blonde hair was a greasy, messy, mop on her head, bits of it covering her bright green eyes. A baggy black shirt covered her long torso, and a pair of black basketball shorts covered her upper legs. She didn't wear shoes, instead she had bandage wrapped around the middle of her feet and hands. This made it easier to grip objects, and climb. She was muscular, her arms toned along with her legs from all the climbing and occasional fighting she was involved in. The streets were never safe, she could remember her first fight with a notorious street gang known as the 'Purple Dragons'. She was able to get away by climbing up one of the near by buildings fire escapes, her face was pretty messed up, and a large bruise formed on her shoulder from a punch that one of the thugs landed. Rubbing her shoulder she chuckled at how stupid she was then, mumbling to herself.
"I thought I could take three thugs.." Her voice quietly said to her before chuckling again.
A females scream ripped through the silence. A small girl had entered the alleyway, only to be confronted by a group of thugs, most likely Purple Dragons. Athena let out a huff, scanning over the lady who was now cornered. She was well off, and obviously didn't know her street smarts. Entering a dark alleyway isn't very wise, hell, it is never wise. But, many people still do it, thinking that they won't get mugged. Grabbing her backpack, she slung it over her shoulders, clipping it around her torso so it would be securely attached to her body. Grabbing her weapon, she aimed for one of the thugs. It was like a spear, a long metal pipe that was almost as tall as her with a sharp knife like object secured to the end with hockey tape. Standing up a little more, she threw it.
The spear hit one of the three thugs in the shoulder blade, a cry of pain echoing from him. It did not hit him hard enough to kill him, but it forced him to fall over. Athena jumped down, landing on the edge of one of the many dumpsters that lined the ally. She then quickly jumped off and backed into the shadows, her outline only visible. The thugs were too involved with their friend to notice her silent movements.
"Holy shit!" Screamed one of the thugs.
The two began to back away as the third fell to the ground, blood pouring out of his wound. Seeing her chance, she moved quickly out of the shadows towards the first thug, throwing her fist into his face. A crack sounded from his face, his nose breaking from the impact. He backed away, holding his face. Blood began flowing out of his nose as he began to run, his other friend following him.
She walked over to the thug on the ground and lowered her body to his level. Placing two of her fingers on his neck, she felt for a pulse. The beat of his blood rushing through his body was evident, he would be out for awhile, either that, or someone would find him. Grabbing her spear, she pulled, the blade smoothly sliding out of his skin and muscle. Rising up once more, she approached the woman who had now sat against the wall of the alley, fear spread over her features.
"Are you alright?" Athena asked, walking towards the woman, putting her hand out to help her up.
"H-how did you do that?" She stuttered out, lip quaking. "Is….is he dead? Are they gone?" The lady reached out her hand and grabbed onto hers, pulling her arm, she helped the girl to her feet.
Letting out a sigh, she let go of her hand and responded. "He isn't dead, but you should get out of here before he wakes up."
The girl nodded, but before running off she reached into her purse and took out a twenty dollar bill. The lady grabbed her wrist and forced the bill into Athena's hand before saying a quick thank you and walking away.
Authors Note: First real chapter! :D I hope you enjoyed it! The next chapter will be a bit more interesting, so don't worry!
