Hey, hey!

I know some of you are ganging up on me to update more often, and I completely understand. When some authors don't update their stories a lot, I get edgy too.

But, just for the record, and unfortunently, I'm a.....procrastinator.

Truly horrible right? But hey, I can't help who I am. But, with some chatting from a friend, I will try my hardest to update LiaB once a week. If I can't, I'll let you know ahead of time.

Anyway, on with the story! I hope this satisfies your thirst!

Kat, Charlotte, and Torie are mine.

TMNT is Mirage.


It was three in the morning and Katherine had found herself a way into the NYPD station downtown. Why?

Two cops had found her curled up in a fetal position bawling her eyes out in the middle of Central Park about 2 hours ago.

Just my luck.....She felt so embarrassed. So......weak. So, this is my first impression on this city. A teenage girl that likes sleeping and screaming like a banshee smack dab in the middle of public parks....hope they can't check my records back home from here.

A young cop walked up to her, the one that drove her here. She was black, with silky dark brown hair cut short to her chin. Kat looked up into her almond eyes, almost too scared to speak. Almost.

"Well, what's the verdict?"

"The verdict is, you're an 18 year old teenager bawlin' ya' eyes out in the middle o' New York City at 2 in da' mornin'! What the hell was goin' through yo' mind, girl?!"

Kat had to laugh. The cop grinned and chuckled, shaking her head. She sat down next to her, and set the clipboard on her lap. The cop sighed, taking off her hat and slapping it on Kat's head.

"Listen, hon. You're a good kid. I can tell. But you were right in da' middle o' gang territory. If we hadn't gotten there in time, you woulda' been dead meat."

"Thanks, that's settling. Now I'll never go out side again." The cop rolled her eyes.

"My name's Torie, what's yours?" Torie's brown eyes smiled.

"Katherine. But you can call me Kat." The blond looked up at the brunette curiously. "Can you answer just one question?"

"Sure, sweet cheeks. Shoot."

Sweet cheeks? Kat huffed but went on. "Why are you acting like this to me? I thought you would be all 'You should be ashamed of yourself young lady! Wait till your parents hear about this!' and stuff. Or are you on special orders to be nice to the delinquent or something?" The girl's icy blue eyes narrowed suspiciously.

A splutter and outburst of laughter escaped the cop as she clutched her stomach. Kat huffed again. "What?"

"Oh, girl. You're a knockout! Literally." Torie gasped for breath, wiping away the tears from her eyes. Katherine raised an eyebrow.

"A knockout? Uh, thanks...?" she ran her fingers through her blue-blond bangs, still awaiting an answer.

"Well......NO, 'course I'm not doin' orders! Hon, I'm just tryin' to be hospitable. You were found cryin' in the middle o' Central Park, why in hell wouldn't I be nice to ya'?"

She has a point...Kat thought, somewhat ashamed, If Charlotte ever finds out about this, she'll never let me live it down.....ugh.

"So, Torie....." she struggled to start a decent conversation, but that was kind of hard when you were in a police station full of cops and unjailed criminals and gang members, well, at least they were tied up, right? "Uh, how long have been in the force?"

"Huh, ya' know, no one's really asked me that before. But I guess you'd be the one ta' start!" Another whooping laugh was let loose, causing a few cops talking around the main entrance glance awkwardly at the pair. Kat sighed, this chick was a character, wasn't she?

"I've only just started couple months ago," Torie's laughing died down and she proceded to answer the question. "but I'm makin' my way up to the big dogs pretty quick, so Watson better watch his back!" A low growl rumbled in her throat.

"I'm guessing that you aren't fond of Watson, are you?"

"Damn right, I'm not! That man's been a pain in ma' neck ever since I got here! He's got a grudge or somethin', and ever since he got assistant to the sheriff, he's been gloatin' and rubbin' it in ma' face for weeks!" Torie's face had grown a slight red tinge to it.

Kat struggled not to burst out laughing. "S-so, why haven't you done anything about it?"

"Oh, I have sweet cheeks, I'm workin' my way on up the ranks till I'm right under the trash, and then, POW! Right in his ass-kissin' pie hole!"

"Could you please stop calling me 'sweet cheeks'?"

"Ya' don't like it?"

"I've never really liked nicknames."

"Why? If ya' think about it, Kat's a nickname."

"Yeah, well, it's shorter, and easy to say. Besides my dad called me that, right after I was born. So it stuck." Kat's breath hitched, she bit the inside of her lip. Hard. But she barely noticed.

Dad...

"Kat? You okay?" Torie waved a hand in front of the girl's face. She shook her head.

"Sorry, this thing's been happening to me lately...." The cop frowned, gazing worriedly at the blond next to her.

"What kind of thing?" Her voice was serious, and her face didn't move. She had completely changed character in a matter of seconds. "Kat. What kind of thing?"

"N-nothing bad! It's not important, okay? Don't wor-"

"Torie, miss...uh...."

"Katherine."

"Katherine. Boss has ordered to take you home. So if you'll come wi-"

"Wait, I'm not in trouble?" Kat was stunned.

"Well, there's no serious charges from sleeping in a public park at night. It's just dangerous in this city, all we can tell you is to be careful and not do it again." The cop looked at Torie. "You can take her, Tor."

"What?! You got no right to tell me what to do, Watson!" she spat out his name like it was a bad word.

"I'm higher than you, Martin. You'll do what you're told. NOW. Deal with it." Watson walked away, his head held high with arrogance.

"Wow." Kat stood up and watched him snap at relaxing cops and slam an office door behind him. "He really is a jerk, isn't he?"

"You bet ya' pretty lil' ass he is."

The pair slithered their way through an erupting crowd of police officers at the main gate to get to the cars. They ended up getting jostled into the wall by what seemed like a struggle in the middle of the bunch, yelling and curses were heard along side the cracked sound of punches and kicks.

Kat thought of the vision. The echoes of a struggle.

"What the hell is going on?" she nudged Torie's shoulder. The cop shrugged, but pulled her along the wall, inching toward the door.

A sickening crack echoed throughout the whole building: a cop had been thrown into a wall, leaving a broken and dusty pile of limbs and wallpaper. An indent in the plaster left it's mark.

"Oh my god." Torie gasped and ran toward the injured figure. Kat followed her quietly, trying to get a quick glimsp of what all the comotion was about.

In the center of the shocked crowd, four smirking, and frighteningly framiliar figures stood. Their punk clothing and peirced faces spotted with blood. And the tattoo on each of their bodies was unmistakable.

Purple Dragons.

And the same ones that jumped her a few nights ago.

And unfourtunently, they appeared to remember that as well.


Read....and REVIEW ?!

I hope you liked it, I'm still in the dark, edgy mood, so here ya go! Not as dark as the last one, but the ending was edgy, right? I certainly hope so.

Speaking of endings....cliffhanger! Please, to find out more........read on.

I will be back!