Enter the Turtle.
New York, the big apple! Also the pit of existence, filled with gangs, thieves and.and.LAWYERS!!! (A/N: GASP!) So naturally people would fear live there. Not to those who are used to it, such a person as April O'Neil.
"Much more than small isolated incidents, it's now apparent that an organized criminal element is at work; and business is good." She talked into the camera informing all who listened.
"So good in fact, that there appear to be no eye witnesses, to any of these crimes." continuing the report on a small outdoor T.V. not knowing that right next to it a small teen was snatching a man's wallet.
Passing it off quickly to different people, the last one leaned against the wall as an armored hand reached out and took it.
"Instead of getting better, things have actually gotten worse." The news anchorwoman went on with her 'juicy' story. "Even more alarming, is the baffling and bizarre nature of these crimes. Even the victims themselves don't know they've been victimized until it's too late."
An old woman nodded her head as she listened to the radio besides her. Turning for a split second, she didn't notice a creep of a kid take her stuff until he jumped down and started running.
He ran away, ignoring the angry shouts of the newly robbed woman. The boy streaked into an ally with a white van. Inside the vehicle there were strangely dresses men, wearing all black ninja outfits, red sashes and had netting that seemed to give them fly eyes. Other young men started to toss the stolen objects to the flyboys.
"Theses are more than just random acts of thievery." Aprils voice is heard as the white van drives to a large dark building.
Inside, bright lights filled the area. Workings on checking out the stolen goods were boys. Young and old all hurrying so they would be praised by a bald man. He was obviously of Japanese origin, and had no personality. With a strait face he grunted and nodded to those who he thought deserved it.
Going back to April's report, she wrapped it up, "This is April O'Neil, on channel 3 signing off." She smiled, then sighed as the camera went off.
Walking into the darkened city may be frightening, but she did it anyway. A looming shadow fell over her. Hearing footsteps, she turned, well at least tried to. A hand covered her mouth; muffling her panicked screams.
"Don't you know it's dangerous to walk in the city alone." a thick New York accent whispered into her ear.
As the hand let go, April spun around. Shooting a glare at the figure she snorted, "Streak! You almost gave me a heart attack!"
The one called 'Streak' chuckled, "Well what I said was true O'Neil.I told ya ta meet me at yo' work!" the younger girl explained.
Rolling her eyes the anchorwoman took a good look at her friend. An Irish beauty with a city attitude. She her red hair in a loose ponytail, which matched her blood red, Sports bra. The only other thing she wore were baggy black pants.
Hearing a slight squeaky sound, Streak bent over and picked up a sewer rat. "Yo Rizzo" she cooed to the bubonic animal.
Gagging, April visibly shuddered, "How can you pick up such vermin!?"
The cuddling of the rat stopped as she smirked, "Wazza matter? Don't like Riz?" she held the rat to the older woman's face.
"Eek!" jumping onto the curb to enlarge the distance between her and the sewer animal.
Suddenly the rat jumped from Streaks arms, and into a gutter.
Shrugging the girls started to walk home. Turning the corner, they bumped into a couple of guys loading a truck. It was already half way packed with stolen merchandise.
Green eyes flashing, the red headed firecracker took a fighting stance. April just stood gaping.
"Bad timing." one gang member stated, moving towards them.
Shaking like a leaf, the reporter nodded, "You're telling me."
Streak chose this time to attack, sucker punched him, and a roundhouse kick in the face knocked the goon unconscious. Taking that as a sign, one of them tackled April to the ground. She screamed at the top of her lungs, "NO! STOP! HEEELP!!!"
While fighting more baddies, Streak worried and glanced at the pinned woman. Catching her off guard, one guy socked her in the nose, causing her to fall next to her friend.
Suddenly something hit the only light, creating total darkness. Grunts, fighting sounds, shrieking (On April's part), and the occasional "Watch it ya jerks!" could be heard. Soon all was quiet.
Red and Blue lights flashed over them. Hearing sirens, the girls sat up and looked around. All the punks were tied up!
"Sheez, talk 'bout your man o' mystery.." Streaks eyes went wide.
April just nodded. She noticed the bad guys were all frightened and looked at the police almost welcoming.
Next to the scene, a red masked stranger lifted a manhole cover. He watched as Streaked picked up a Sai.
"Killer." the exited teen mummered, twirling the object in the air.
The stranger groaned, "Aw man!"
He then saw her stick it into her jacket, "Damn!"
New York, the big apple! Also the pit of existence, filled with gangs, thieves and.and.LAWYERS!!! (A/N: GASP!) So naturally people would fear live there. Not to those who are used to it, such a person as April O'Neil.
"Much more than small isolated incidents, it's now apparent that an organized criminal element is at work; and business is good." She talked into the camera informing all who listened.
"So good in fact, that there appear to be no eye witnesses, to any of these crimes." continuing the report on a small outdoor T.V. not knowing that right next to it a small teen was snatching a man's wallet.
Passing it off quickly to different people, the last one leaned against the wall as an armored hand reached out and took it.
"Instead of getting better, things have actually gotten worse." The news anchorwoman went on with her 'juicy' story. "Even more alarming, is the baffling and bizarre nature of these crimes. Even the victims themselves don't know they've been victimized until it's too late."
An old woman nodded her head as she listened to the radio besides her. Turning for a split second, she didn't notice a creep of a kid take her stuff until he jumped down and started running.
He ran away, ignoring the angry shouts of the newly robbed woman. The boy streaked into an ally with a white van. Inside the vehicle there were strangely dresses men, wearing all black ninja outfits, red sashes and had netting that seemed to give them fly eyes. Other young men started to toss the stolen objects to the flyboys.
"Theses are more than just random acts of thievery." Aprils voice is heard as the white van drives to a large dark building.
Inside, bright lights filled the area. Workings on checking out the stolen goods were boys. Young and old all hurrying so they would be praised by a bald man. He was obviously of Japanese origin, and had no personality. With a strait face he grunted and nodded to those who he thought deserved it.
Going back to April's report, she wrapped it up, "This is April O'Neil, on channel 3 signing off." She smiled, then sighed as the camera went off.
Walking into the darkened city may be frightening, but she did it anyway. A looming shadow fell over her. Hearing footsteps, she turned, well at least tried to. A hand covered her mouth; muffling her panicked screams.
"Don't you know it's dangerous to walk in the city alone." a thick New York accent whispered into her ear.
As the hand let go, April spun around. Shooting a glare at the figure she snorted, "Streak! You almost gave me a heart attack!"
The one called 'Streak' chuckled, "Well what I said was true O'Neil.I told ya ta meet me at yo' work!" the younger girl explained.
Rolling her eyes the anchorwoman took a good look at her friend. An Irish beauty with a city attitude. She her red hair in a loose ponytail, which matched her blood red, Sports bra. The only other thing she wore were baggy black pants.
Hearing a slight squeaky sound, Streak bent over and picked up a sewer rat. "Yo Rizzo" she cooed to the bubonic animal.
Gagging, April visibly shuddered, "How can you pick up such vermin!?"
The cuddling of the rat stopped as she smirked, "Wazza matter? Don't like Riz?" she held the rat to the older woman's face.
"Eek!" jumping onto the curb to enlarge the distance between her and the sewer animal.
Suddenly the rat jumped from Streaks arms, and into a gutter.
Shrugging the girls started to walk home. Turning the corner, they bumped into a couple of guys loading a truck. It was already half way packed with stolen merchandise.
Green eyes flashing, the red headed firecracker took a fighting stance. April just stood gaping.
"Bad timing." one gang member stated, moving towards them.
Shaking like a leaf, the reporter nodded, "You're telling me."
Streak chose this time to attack, sucker punched him, and a roundhouse kick in the face knocked the goon unconscious. Taking that as a sign, one of them tackled April to the ground. She screamed at the top of her lungs, "NO! STOP! HEEELP!!!"
While fighting more baddies, Streak worried and glanced at the pinned woman. Catching her off guard, one guy socked her in the nose, causing her to fall next to her friend.
Suddenly something hit the only light, creating total darkness. Grunts, fighting sounds, shrieking (On April's part), and the occasional "Watch it ya jerks!" could be heard. Soon all was quiet.
Red and Blue lights flashed over them. Hearing sirens, the girls sat up and looked around. All the punks were tied up!
"Sheez, talk 'bout your man o' mystery.." Streaks eyes went wide.
April just nodded. She noticed the bad guys were all frightened and looked at the police almost welcoming.
Next to the scene, a red masked stranger lifted a manhole cover. He watched as Streaked picked up a Sai.
"Killer." the exited teen mummered, twirling the object in the air.
The stranger groaned, "Aw man!"
He then saw her stick it into her jacket, "Damn!"