GK scowled as she made her way through the tables of her foster family's resturaunt. Stupid Lourdes, she thought in anger, she always fakes sickness when it's her turn to help out. The thirteen-year-old girl was really beginning to despise her younger foster sister.

Quickly, she slammed the serving tray onto the table where five young men in hoods sat. They glanced up in surprise and GK smiled through clenched teeth. "May I take your order, or have you decided yet?"

The one in blue nodded. "Yeah, we'll have the Deluxe Pizza, all the toppings, minus sardines."

She wrote the order down and picked up her serving tray, which had left a nasty dent in the table. Hurrying off, GK gave the order to her foster mother, Wendy. The woman gave her a tired smile and said, "Thank you, dear, you have no idea how much I appreciate you taking Lourdes' place."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah...I just want her pay for today, capiche'?" GK muttered out of earshot of Wendy. She then heard the door open and slam shut, and moved through the tables. Time to seat the next customer. A familiar man swept her up into a tight hug and said, "Hey, kid, how's work today?"

GK grinned at her Uncle Hun. He wasn't exactly her uncle, he was her godfather, but he told her to call him uncle. Brushing her bangs out of her face, she answered, "Hectic and horrifying. Lourdes is sick today, and on MY holiday too!"

Hun nodded in sympathy. "Ouch. Hey, ya think Wendy'll let ya free? Ya got other waiters to cover for ya."

GK nodded and grabbed her bomber jacket, following him outside. She grimaced as soon as she realized it was raining, and pulled her collar over her neck. Hun chuckled and made his way to an alleyway, GK following him. She noticed that there was a few of his gang in the alley and asked, "Another job, Unc?"

He nodded and said, "Yep. Ya know how I talk about those freaks that keep beating us?"

GK blinked, nodding.

"We managed to make one swear that they'd meet us at the docks for a li'l showdown. You're gonna help us."

GK grinned. And to think she had thought today was going to be boring. She followed her uncle to his motorcycle and quickly got on behind him. She felt the engine roar to life and the motorcycle peeled away from the curb, followed by the other Purple Dragons. Trying not to squeal, GK buried her face into the back of her uncle. GK then felt the motorcycle slow to a stop and raised her face, sniffing the salt air.

She got off the bike alongside Hun and glanced around. Only a few Purple Dragons were around and some guys in black pajamas. Wait, guys in black pajamas? Her mind did a double-take. Who wore pajamas in public? Well, I do, GK reminded herself, but nobody cares what kids my age wear...But adults wearing pajamas, that's just weird.

Hun chuckled at her expression and explained, "Those guys are part of an organization called the Foot. I work for their leader."

GK raised an eyebrow, now officially weirded out. "The Foot? Boy, I bet someone was drunk when they named their li'l club. And who wears pajamas for uniforms!"

Hun chuckled again, leaving her question unanswered. Instead, he pointed and said, "Looks like Vinnie's here."

GK looked and grinned as her boyfriend came rushing over to her. He scooped her up in a hug and whispered in her ear, "Hey, babe. You okay?"

She nodded, kissing his hidden face from under the hood. As usual, her lips brushed against scaly skin and the thirteen-year-old said quietly, "Didn't I give ya lotion for ya birthday?"

She saw him flash a sheepish smile. "Sorry, GK. But you know me, I can't stand girly stuff."

GK chuckled quietly and nuzzled him from under his hood. Behind her, Hun cleared his throat and said, "Alright, you two, cuddle up on ya own time. GK, I want you to make sure not to get in the way. Got it? And Vinnie—"

"What's the whole point of me coming here, if I can't help fight?" GK interrupted angrily. "You brought me here, only to tell me not to fight? Jeez, Uncle Hun, Wendy needs a few extra hands at the restaurant tonight!"

He growled, "GK, I said you could come. I didn't say you could fight though. Besides, we need someone to act like an innocent bystander who might just get hurt. We're planning to capture one of the freaks."

"So I'm BAIT!"

Vinnie decided to intervene. "Not bait, babe, you're just gonna help us in snagging a turtle. If we do bag a turtle, you can help us in trying to get the turtle to talk. Sound good?"

The teenager nodded sullenly, still feeling angry. Vinnie laughed softly and hugged her close, whispering, "And after this, we can go get a movie and head to my place, alright? We'll rent a scary movie to watch."

"With blood, and gore, and zombies?" She asked hopefully. Vinnie nodded, laughing. Hun cleared his throat again and said, "GK, get hiding now, we'll signal you when we need ya."

GK retreated to a nice shadowy spot, sitting behind a crate. She started rifling through her backpack, putting on her normal Purple Dragon gear. She glanced at the small mirror she carried and grinned some. She loved the bomber jacket her uncle had gotten her. And of course, there was the tattoo on her upper arm. GK rubbed the tattoo, excited and nervous.

She had heard stories from older Purple Dragons about the freaks that her uncle hated. Somehow, they manage to beat the Dragons, no matter how many gang members there was to defeat the turtles. The freaks were excellent fighters, and one Purple Dragon swore they were ninjas. GK rubbed her arm harder, becoming even more nervous.

From behind the crate, she listened to loud yelling and swearing, and occasionally a few gun shots. Suddenly, GK heard her uncle yell out something and immediately shot out from behind the crate. Almost instantly, she felt someone grab her and a young man's voice said, "What with you, kid? Are you TRYING to get killed!"

GK turned and saw a turtle wearing a black mask. He scowled in annoyance and muttered as he dragged her away from the fight, "Stupid kids today…they're everywhere, even when they should be home…"

Her upper arm was going numb and she screamed, "Vinnie! Over here, I got one!"

The turtle glanced at her in confusion and began to say something, but suddenly fell limp on the ground. Vinnie stood behind the turtle, holding a tazer. He grinned at GK before dragging the turtle into a small car and unceremoniously throwing it into the car. As soon as the car drove off, Vinnie walked back and threw his arms around her, saying happily, "We did it, babe! Oh man, this is great! GK, babe, I love ya!"

And with that, he kissed her.

GK blushed and hugged him back, smiling. She said quietly, "How about that movie, eh?"

Vinnie's House

Two hours later, GK rested her head in Vinnie's lap, feeling his thick fingers stroke her hair. She sighed contently and moved closer. Vinnie said quietly, "Hey, babe?"

"Hmm?"

"Will you ever leave New York?"

GK blinked at the question. She sat up and examined the fourteen-year-old, thinking. After awhile, she shrugged. "I…I dunno. I mean, I might when I'm older…but currently, ya have no worries. Why?"

Vinnie smiled and hugged her close. "No reason."

After that, the two sat in silence, the only sound being the movie. GK kept watching the zombies on the movie, not even covering her eyes when a particular gruesome death happened. Vinnie, however, made loud gulping noises when anything gory happened. GK noticed this and started laughing.

"You're hopeless."

"And you're completely bloodthirsty, my youkai." Vinnie answered, somewhat annoyed. GK laughed again and hugged him as the phone rang. She sighed in annoyance and picked it up.

"GK, get over here. We've got a problem with the freak."

"Hello to you too, Uncle Hun." GK replied. "What kinda problems?"

"The freak won't talk. I know ya have a…gift, I guess, for this kinda thing, so get ya tail over here. Now."

GK rolled her eyes and hung up, grabbing her coat. Vinnie watched her and said, "Something wrong?"

"My uncle is having trouble with the turtle. Wanna come?"

Vinnie shook his head, a small smile forming under his hood. "Nah. I know for a fact what things you do to stool pigeons."

The girl laughed and walked out of the small apartment, disappearing among the mass of people.

Purple Dragon's Warehouse

GK made her way to a simple warehouse in the nastier parts of New York City. She glanced around, trying to think about how she was going to get the turtle to sing. She could always use her usual way of getting others to speak, by psychically torturing them. But this was going to be a special case. She'd mess with the freak's head instead.

A small grin crossed her face as she entered her uncle's office. The turtle sat in the corner, knocked out, and circled in chains. She chuckled some and shook his shoulder.

"I know you're awake. Stop faking." Lightly, the thirteen-year-old kicked his side. She heard a low growl coming from him and grinned a bit. "Knew you were awake."

He spat at her, GK easily dodging the spit. "What do you care?"

GK attempted a friendly smile, but all he received was an evil grimace. She didn't attempt again and replied, "Because. I'm interested in you. I've never seen anything quite like you. Ya got a name, friend?"

"I'm no friend of yours." He snapped at her. "But you can call me Slash, I guess…"

"Slash, eh? Bloody fascinating name. I'm GK." She sat down in the leather chair behind her uncle's desk. Steeping her fingers together, she examined her prey. "So, Slash, you're how old?"

"Seventeen. And since when did Purple Dragons start recruiting kids?"

"Since my uncle said so. I'm one of the first. They also recruited me because I'm good at what I do."

"And what do you do?" Slash watched her carefully as well. She sighed a bit and sat up, a few strands of hair falling into her face. They didn't seem to bother her much.

"I'll let you figure that out later. You're to be my punching bag when it's training time."

"Oh, that's real comforting," Slash replied sarcastically. GK chuckled, walking out of the office. The turtle leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes and sighing. This wasn't going to be a walk in the park...