(A/N: Did you all guess correctly??! We'll see!)

Roxy POV

I put my hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt I was wearing and shivered. Winter is coming, and I was sure if I didn't find a place to stay soon then I would freeze to death. I have been going to the mall until closing time every day and then survive the night and come back.

Today was the day class got out for winter break for my school. I expected to see people I knew there, but it didn't matter to me anymore. I was about to go and use the bathroom, when a familiar voice sounded.

"Roxy??! Oh my god! Is that you??!" My eyes widened and I turned around. That's when Orianna came into view. She ran up to me, tears at the brim of her eyes. "Where have you been? I thought something happened to you…" She hugged me. I turned from her hug, and then she looked at me frightened.

"You have no idea, Orianna…" I told her, and she looked me up and down.

"You never say my whole name unless something is up. Now, tell me Roxy… You can tell me anything…" She said with concern.

"I know I can tell you anything. I just…"

"You just what?" She asked.

"I don't want you to pity me…" She took in a breath.

"What is it?"

"Ory… Mom died in May… And…" I informed her with a tearful voice.

"Oh my god, Roxy… Have you… Been homeless?" She asked. I finally let the tears flow, and nodded.

"You know, you could always stay with me and…" I cut her off.

"I don't need you to pity me Orianna. I have been pitied enough, and I don't need help. I am perfectly fine on my own." I turned to walk out of the mall, it was dark out (I could see out the doors) and she grabbed my arm.

"But Roxy…" She started, but I jerked my arm out of her grip.

"Don't." I warned her. She looked upset, but I ignored that and headed outside. Once I got out there, it was snowing like no tomorrow. I felt my hands grow cold and my cheeks grow numb. I walked into an alley way so no one would see me. I walked in the dim light and then suddenly, something didn't seem right. It wasn't until I had someone grabbing my hands behind my back did I know someone was following me. Or someones… There were two of them. One showed up in front of me.

"What are you doing in the alleys this late at night, babe?" He asked me in a tone I recognized all too well.

"Let. Me. Go." I ordered. He laughed. I tried to rip myself from the hold I was in. The smile was wiped off his face, and was replaced with an angry frown.

"Don't you move, bitch!" And he back handed me, hard. I knew that was going to leave a mark. "Now hold still, and maybe you'll enjoy this…" After saying that, he ripped off my sweatshirt and I shivered at the cold wetness falling down on me. I closed my eyes, for I knew what he was going to do. He ripped my shirt in half and the bare skin on my torso (not covered by my bra) was exposed to him.

"Stop! Please…" I begged. Him and his partner laughed.

"You wish, girl…" The man behind me told me. I started to cry. Then he started to try to get my pants down, while the man in front of me was undoing his own. I cried harder.

Then out of nowhere, the grip on me from behind is gone, along with the hands tugging at my jeans. I also felt confused when the one in front of me stopped what he was doing and stared behind me, wide eyed. He backed away and I took that time to turn and see what happened. The man was dropped to the ground a shadow, a bulky one, unconscious.

"Don't you know better than to try to hurt innocent, young girls?" This shadow said in a Brooklyn accent different than my own. He took a step into the light, and I was overwhelmed by the color green. His skin… Was green. A shell came into view… It was a giant… Turtle…

"D-Demon… T-take my money, take what you want! I'll leave!" He dropped money and multiple amounts of weapons at the turtle's feet. Just thinking about that turtle made me want to drop everything I had on me… Even though I had nothing. The turtle's voice was intimidating… But he was far more muscled that any human I have ever seen. He had weapons at his sides, and the red band covering his eyes made him all more creepier. The man turned and ran as fast as he could. Without even looking at the turtle again, I dropped down and picked up all that the man had left. He dropped a twenty dollar bill, three knifes, and a pistol. I reached to grab the twenty, but a two toed foot stepped on it.

"What do you think you're doing?" The turtle said, his arms crossed. He had a thin jacket on that fit tightly over his muscled biceps.

"I am collecting the cash so I can sleep somewhere tonight." I said, exaggerating my accent.

"What? You homeless or something?" He asked.

"Yeah, I am. You got a problem with that?" I stood, and shivered when more snow fell on my bare skin. I got in his face.

"Actually, no. I don't. You need a place to stay? We got an empty room at my place." He offered. I looked into his eyes and saw nothing but truth. I knew I could trust him with this.

"Fine. What's your name, anyways? Or do you even got one?" I stopped exaggerating my accent at the sentence. He softened up to my normal voice.

"Raphael. But call me Raph. What's yours?" He answered.

"Named after an artist, huh? And the name is Roxanne. But call me Roxy." I replied. He nodded.

"You cold?" He asked. I gave him a look that told the answer. I replied anyways.

"What do you think?" At that he unzipped his jacket and slid it off. Man, the jacket made his muscles look smaller. And I thought they were big then… He's ripped! He put the jacket around my shoulders, and I slipped my arms into the arm holes. The sleeves fit very loosely around my arms. "Thanks." I zipped up the zipper.

"No problem. Let's get heading." He told me. I began to follow him, but he came to a stop at a sewer opening not too far away. He pulled of the top.

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Never would." He said, before helping me down into the sewers.

(A/N: It's the Raphinater to the rescue!)