New character!

Korea

Korea loved dancing, it was fun and it suited her energetic personality. Roxie thought it was a waste of time, but she wasn't a good dancer and that was probably why. Korea danced with control and grace she had achieved after years of being trained in ninjitsu. They had just moved in from Detroit and they all thought that they were lucky to find a place in the sewers. Why they moved, their mistress never told them, she said it would be for the best.

When they found it, they had to clean it, something she and Roxie complained whole-heatedly about. But their Mistress was firm, and their dear sister, Asia used convinced them it had to be done. So Korea and Roxie worked together and complained to each other. It was fun.

She was listening to "Smack That," when the floor began to shake. She stopped and looked around in confusion. She didn't know there were earthquakes in the city. They never got any in Detroit. And what if the Den collapsed while they were inside?

She saw Roxie and Jazz look around also. Roxie was in the middle of her favorite pastime, beating the stuffing out her punching bag. Jazz was doing her thing and was playing some game. Odds are Asia was meditating or something, and Sasha was in her room, doing, who knows what.

There was a second rumble in the ground. Korea defiantly felt alarmed now, was this normal? Sasha came out of her bedroom looking confused. Even Jazz stopped her game to look about, their mistress came out of her room looking forlorn. Something was about to happen...

Wandering around Central Park in the rain was not something Korea liked to do often. She had not actually been in Central Park before, but a sign told her that was were she was. And it was not something that she wanted to do again.

Korea sighed and pushed a strand of wet red hair out of her green eyes. The rain was not as bad as it was a couple days ago, which was an all out storm, but it still was enough to keep most people inside. So why was Korea out there? Well, for starters, she wasn't most people.

She had gone back to her abandoned home only to change and grab a few articles of clothing. She did little else there. Being there was incredibly painful, even though she couldn't remember a thing that had happened that made it abandoned. All she remembered was a glowing yellow door, a portal. And... black lights, yes, black lights. She might as well have been trying to remember her last life for all that mattered

Asia, Roxie, Jazz, Sasha, and their mistress, Iris. How could they have gone? It was amazing that in quite possibly less then three minutes, she had lost her family.

Korea couldn't help but feel that they had abandoned her. Her mistress, her mother in a sense, was unable to protect her and her sisters. They had foolishly considered her the best fighter there was. They believed that she was someone who would protect them no matter what. It was quite obvious that their "Mother" had failed miserably. And her sisters were not much better. They had all promised to be there for her, but where were they now? Here she was, wandering aimlessly around New York, all alone. No one to go to, home seemed pointless. How could they do this to her!? What had she done to deserve this?

A sob worked her way up her throat and burst out before she could stop it. She sank down to her knees and leaned against a tree trunk and cried bitterly into her furry brown hands. What was wrong with her?

After a while, she knew that she could not stay there under the tree. She didn't have her hood up, and anyone could see her. After all, mutants you don't often come by in Central Park.

Korea was, at the moment, wearing a large, dark blue raincoat that covered her sword she wore at her waist. Unlike her Sasha and Asia, she didn't wear her's ninja style. Underneath it however, she wore a full ninjitsu outfit, she loved it and always kept it in good condition.

She stood up, using the tree to help her, and then moved slowly towards the buildings. Where should she sleep tonight? A warehouse? An abandoned building? Another section of the sewers? Her life for the past two weeks been pathetic. She sighed and decided to visit her old home. But she couldn't call it home anymore, it lacked that feeling. She wanted something to do, and she had to figure out what happened. But she would be doing it by herself.

When she reached the buildings, instead of going straight underground, she stayed in the alley, and traveled slowly towards where the entrance of the den was. She had just turned down Lasenger alley when she ran into trouble.

"Hey girl,"

Korea turned around to see who the speaker was, it turned out to be a very big thug accompanied by other big thugs. This was going to be fun, she needed and emotional outlit, these idiots will do.

"You speaking to me?" Korea asked sweetly, keeping her head down so he couldn't see her face. He laughed and strided forwards, "Yeah I'm speaking to you, my friends and I just wanna have a lil' fun," He grinned and grabbed her arm.

Big mistake.

"You wan' fun? I'll give you fun," Korea jerked her arm out of his massive hand and and punched him hard in the chest and, to the shock of his friends, sent him sparwling into the wall. He got back up and picked up a bit of pipe off the ground. His friends followed suit, one had a short and heavy chain.

Korea couldn't help herself, she smiled. This was going to be interesting. The one with the pipe attacked first, she easily avoided the deadly swing, and caught him in the middle with her knee, he grunted and went flying again. The one with the chain swung also, only to receive a powerful kick in the chest. The last thug was a little more hesitant, but attacked anyway, Korea finished off with a tornado kick that blasted him halfway down the alley.

All were down and unconscious, so Korea continued on her way, when it came to leg strength, Korea was incredibly strong, as she should be. She was after all, a mutant ninja.

She sighed and stopped for a moment in front of a broken mirror, what it was doing in the alley, she never knew. She slowly pulled back her hood to reveal her face.

It was covered in chestnut brown fur that was usually smooth and lush, now it was dirty and tangled. She had large emerald green eyes she was very proud of, long fiery red hair that, like her fur, was no longer well kept. Poking far out of her hair was two foot and a half long rabbit ears. And her nose was a small pink one.

Korea liked that way she looked, (Well not now, because she hadn't bathed in days,) and took great pride in the fact that she was different from her sisters. They were green, she was brown and wore clothes. But as much as she loved the way her hair matched her fur and her eyes, it was a lot of work. She had to use hair shampoo and fur shampoo. And she had to check constantly for fleas, because they were really uncomfortable. In fact she was sure she had some right now.

She decided that she should have a bath while she was in the den. There was a loud bark behind her, and she turned to find a large black dog staring at her with interested eyes. "Hi there," Korea said, holding out a four fingered hand, to her surprise, the dog came forwards and sniffed it. She put her hand in her pocket and drew out a wrapped up chunk of chicken she was saving for later. Korea offered it to the dog, in which he ate gratefully.

"All alone are you," Korea said, patting the dog on his head, "Birds of a feather, I am too." She smiled as the dog whimpered, "You don't have a collar," She said quietly, rubbing his neck. "Means you don't have an owner is that right?" The dog cocked his head, as if to confirm her suspicions.

She sighed, "Wanna come with me?" Korea asked rubbing behind his ears. "There should be food at our place," The dog gave a bark of joy. And licked her in the face. "Glad to see your happy," She said with a smile.

She turned and continued to walk down the alley, she felt better now because she now the dog trotting beside her. "What should I call you?" Korea asked him when they crossed the street to another alley, "You hafta have a name," She paused and searched for a good name. She then noticed the street they were on, "How about Riddle?" She asked him, "I like the sound of that name, what do you think," He jumped on her and smeared his dirty paws on her raincoat. But she didn't mind, "Riddle it is then," She said with satisfaction.

At last they came to the warehouses. She walked up to one of them and heaved the door open, "After you," Korea said to Riddle. He happily trotted forwards and Korea followed, closing the door behind her. She walked over to where she knew the elevator was. When she touched it, the door slid open. She then coaxed Riddle into it, he did not like the idea apparently. But followed when she told him the type of food they got there.

When they entered Korea's old home, she felt a burst of sadness. Not a thing has changed since she last came here. Everything was as she left it. A lump suddenly appeared in her throat, Roxie's punching bag was hanging as it always did, Jazz's controllers were sitting on the couch like she only just left it. Sasha and Asia weren't present. They always spent a lot of time in their rooms. But Roxie, Korea, and Jazz were always out here.

She felt something wet in her hands. She looked down to find that Riddle was attempting to lick her hand. It would be nice to think that he was trying to comfort her. But he was a dog, he didn't know what was happening, and what had happened. But nontheless, Korea needed some comfort.

She wandered slowly into the kitchen and found a couple pounds of beef in the freezer. She decided to cook it first for Riddle, and after she gave it to him, she turned back to the stove and cooked herself some eggs. Korea could never cook as well as Sasha could, but she could cook well enough.

She was eating her eggs when she heard the noise. Someone was coming into the Den! But who? The people that made it empty in the first place? She got up and closed the kitchen door so Riddle wouldn't get out. She then positioned herself right by the doorway, so she would be able to pounce on them. The voices were coming closer...

I seriously debated with myself whether I should have Korea in my story. But it just makes things interesting...