Hello everyone!

Here is my first full-length Ninja Turtles story, and involves Puerto Rican cuisine and culture, gangs, unlikely friendships, high school musical shenanigans, and [of course] mutants. Quite an interesting combination, isn't it? This story does not take place in a specific TMNT universe, and the story starts in late March 2016.

BIG thanks to RemTar85 for his help making this story come to be; he advised me and informed me about Puerto Rican culture and food while writing this story, as well as helping me with the Spanish words.

Enjoy!

Prologue

As I lay in the back of the car with a sack over my head, I thought about how my life could not get any worse than this. Then again, I had been thinking that same thought right before getting abducted, so I should probably keep my mind on other things before things did get worse.

For example, hoping that I did not die tonight.

Whatever sack they put over me smelled like gunpowder, and had probably held weapons before being shoved over my head. At least the guys who kidnapped me did not stuff me in the trunk; I was laid out on the car's backseat, my hands tied behind my back and my feet bound together with rope. I leaned towards the back of the seat, not wanting to accidentally roll off onto the floor as the car bumped and shook.

My abductors sat in the front seat, talking loudly as music blared over the radio, which muddled their speech [the sack over my head did little to help my hearing]. I had no idea what they even looked like; they had grabbed me so fast that I had no idea what was happening until I was being chucked in the backseat. They must be big, seeing that one of them had slapped a hand over my mouth when they kidnapped me, nearly covering my entire face as he muffled my yell of surprise.

I wondered where the food was; I had been making a delivery to an apartment a few blocks away from my family restaurant when I was taken. The bag had fallen from my hands, but I could faintly smell the chillo frito al mojito isleño and arroz con gandules wafting through the air. They had probably taken the bag with them, grateful for a free meal.

Dios te salve, Maria, I prayed in my mind, just in case I was in my final moments. Llena eres de gracia: El Seńor es contigo.

I had no idea why they had taken me, or what they were going to do with me. My Nana always said to trust in the Lord and He will deliver us, and if there was a time to do that, this was it. On the plus-side, if I was killed, then at least I would probably see my Mamá again.

But I still felt the mortal fear of bodily harm, especially when I felt the car finally stop as my kidnappers put it in park. I held my breath my breath as the music switched off, and the front doors opened and closed as the abductors passengers got out.

"Okay, let's get this over with," one of the guys said, and I was suddenly lifted out of the backseat, being carried over someone's shoulder. I tried to wriggle free, but the man held me in a tight grip, smacking the side of my head after he nearly dropped me.

"Stop that or I'll snap your back like a twig," another rough voice said, this belonging to whoever was carrying me. I immediately stiffened like a board, not wanting anything to be broken as I was carried to only God knew where. They had already threatened to hurt me if I yelled for help and said a word, so I kept quiet as I was carried to my death.

Santa María, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros pecadores. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I prayed the last part:

Ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte.

"Amen," I muttered under my breath, feeling myself being flipped upright and sat down in a chair. I felt someone else quickly start to wrap another rope around me, pinning me to the chair as a bright light came on, shining through the fabric of the sack. When I was finished being tied up, the sack was pulled off my head, the bright light momentarily blinding me.

I'm coming, Mamá, I thought, slowly opening my eyes as they adjusted to the light. Now, I would either be beaten, shot, or whatever happened to people that got abducted in New York City. My eyes opened further, and finally, right as I finally saw my captors, one of them said-

"Shit! This ain't the right guy!"

And that's the prologue! The first official chapter is next!

Also, the prayer he's praying is the Hail Mary, for those that are curious.

I do NOT own Ninja Turtles at all.