A/N: Hey guys. Hope you enjoyed those last few chapters. Here's number four, and it's in this chapter that major changes will be made from now on. Don't let me keep you, go ... read... ;) Enjoy. :P
~Keiba~
Shadows engulfed the entire world of the New York City's rooftops. Only if one searched hard enough (and possibly with night-vision goggles) would they see two muscular shapes leaping from roof to roof. Far below, on the city streets and on the water of the strait, thousands of people gathered to watch the amazing light display for New Year's Eve. The Statue of Liberty stood tall, graceful and proud as always, watching the city's celebrations.
Back up top, the two shadowed figures slowed to a halt on a tallish building beside the river. Sitting on the ledge, they joined the excited crowd in the countdown.
"FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ON-"
"Mikey! Mikey, look!" Raph cried.
"Dude! I didn't get to finish the countdown!" Mikey whined, but his attention was caught by Raphael's finger pointing to inside central park, where an enormous stage was set up, lights shining onto the massive crowd. His gaze moved and followed to what he was pointing at. The fireworks were starting to die down, and the crowd roared in approval as –
"Mike, that's the purple chick!"
-As a lilac shaded ponytail bounced onto the stage, the owner holding a silver microphone in her hands. A sweet, high voice boomed out to the masses, slightly girly although it was fairly mature.
"Let's get closer, I can't hear what she's saying," Mikey suggested. In a matter of moments they were sitting in trees watching the flashing lights of the stage.
"Are y'all having a great time?" she yelled into the mic. The response was a fraction off of deafening. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" she roared. The sound crashed off the trees, and Mikey and Raph almost got thrown out of their hiding places when the mob countered.
Music pounded out of the humongous speakers at each side of the stage, and the young woman began to sing.
Nadya was on stage, and the adrenaline was coursing through her as she sang out to her fans. She bounced up and down to the music, the beat bouncing around the metal amphitheatre. She sang for her late mother, who'd died in a car crash three years ago. She sang for herself, for her enjoyment.
She sang for the little girl who constantly haunted her dreams.
Raphael watched as the lilac ponytail flicked and bounced with the beat of the song. She was a great singer. No, she wasn't great – she was awesome. She reminded him of someone. He racked his memory, trying to remember where he'd heard that kind of voice before.
"Dude! That's the chick – the new one. You know, the lady who's always on the radio?"
Ahh. That made sense. This was an up-an-coming pop singer. She was pretty good, steadily climbing her way to fame. Mikey had a lot of her music. It was amusing when he epically failed at singing along. Raph chuckled lightly at the thought.
"What are you laughing about?" Mikey asked.
"Never mind. We've got to get-"
He was interrupted by a loud crash. Both turtles whipped their heads back to the stage to see people running and screaming, and a flickering fire engulfing the sides of the stage. There was a horrible creaking sound, and the girl onstage stared up, frozen in fear as the heavy metal bar came swinging down towards her.