Hey guys! Second chapter is up! Hope you like it!

The guys in this story are all in their twenties, btw. Leo is 24. Raph is 23. Donny is 22. Mikey is 21.

Isabella turned her head towards the gruff voice and saw three larger men, all carrying a weapon of sorts. One held a bat with a nail run through it. Another held a coil of heavy chains. The last one was carrying a knife and had two guns on his belt. The men walked up to the exhausted girl, who was still leaning against the wall, and they circled around her. Though tired, Isabella glared at all of them. "What do you want? Can't you idiotic, brainless, jerks tell that I'm too tired for your shit?" The tallest of the men whistled and grabbed her upper arm.

"Well, boys," he said with a sneer, "it looks like we found a good one." He pulled Isabella towards him and then slammed her against the wall roughly, making her cringe. The men all grabbed a hold of her, pinning her to the wall.

'Dammit, Izzy, think!' she thought to herself frantically. 'Fight! Do something!' The men began letting their hands roam over her well-endowed body and she struggled with the little strength she had. She was suddenly thrown to the ground and felt her clothing being torn off.

It was then when the screams began, but they weren't coming from her. They were coming from the men who were touching her. She looked behind her and saw a figure, fighting the men off with incredible skill. Isabella turned back around and tried to get up, but she was only able to crawl towards the alley opening.

She suddenly felt something on her shoulder that made her jump and turn back around. Her eyes widened as she stared at this creature. It looked like a terrapin, but taller with a human stance. It wore a purple mask and had a boe-staff as its weapon of choice. It stared down at her with navy-blue eyes and a concerned look. "W-What are you?" Isabella asked softly. The figure knelt next to her and looked at some marks that decorated the girl's body.

"My name's Donatello," it said in a softer male voice. "Are you okay?" Isabella nodded once and tried to stand up. Donatello helped her, but her knees buckled and she fell again. Donatello sighed then picked her up carefully and began walking. "They'll have help coming for them soon," he said as he look down at her. "Is it alright if I take you somewhere a bit safer?" Isabella nodded and sighed tiredly. She rested her head against the turtle's shoulder and, before they knew it, she was out cold.

…..

"Donny, who the shell is she?" Leonardo asked as Donny lay the girl on their couch.

"She was attacked by a few Purple Dragons," Donny said, feeling the girl's forehead.

"So?" their brother, Raphael asked with his arms crossed. "It ain't like dat don't happen often."

"This is different," Donny said as he lifted the girl's arm. "She has a brand on her lower arm. Plus, I checked the roots of her hair. Pink and blue are her natural colors." The youngest of the four boys, Michelangelo, suddenly walked over and grabbed the girls arm, staring at the brand.

"Dudes," he said, "I think I know what this is! I saw a symbol like this in my comic book!" Raph rolled his eyes.

"I doubt dat it would be da same thing, Mike," he said. Mikey jumped up and ran to his room, got his book, then came running back in. He flipped to the right page and showed Donny.

"Tell me this isn't the same mark!" he said indignantly. Donny looked at the symbol on the page and then the one on the girl's arm and his eyes widened.

"They're the exact same symbol," he said, astonished. Leo looked at Mikey and shrugged.

"Okay than," he said. "Enlighten us, Mikey. What does the symbol mean?" Mikey smiled and sat down.

"Well," he said, "There's this dimension that's close to ours. It's got people who look like us, but they aren't really like us, you know? Their hair is all in abnormal coloring and they are usually natural born fighters. The king, Corso Cialis, has two daughters. One is meant to be on the good side and rule, but the other gets all jealous and becomes the villain after giving in to her inner demons. This symbol," he pointed to the girl's arm again, "is the symbol of their race. It means 'to live or lose'." He looked up and nearly jumped out of his shell. The girl was staring at him with intensity in her amber eyes. The guys all looked at her as she sat up, rubbing her head.

"You are right about the people of the race," she said silently. "I do have a few corrections, however. The king you called Corso Cialis's real name is Coro Cialis. He also has four daughters, not two." The turtles all were staring at this girl who was apparently of a different dimension. "Where am I?" she asked.

"You're in New York City," Donny said, grabbing a cold towel from his first aid kit and handing it to her. She put it around her neck and groaned a little.

"I'm on Earth," she mused to herself. "Good."

"Who are ya, anyway?" Raph asked.

"My name is Isabella," she said, "and I'm from the 18thX dimension that your brother just informed you of." Leo looked at her and crossed his arms.

"If you're from a different dimension," he said, "how did you get here?" Isabella looked at him and shrugged.

"I jumped into a portal and ended up here." She swung her legs around and tried to stand up, but her legs were still somewhat weak and she stumbled forward into Donny's arms. Donny blushed a little bit as he helped her stand up. "The stupid portal exhausted me…" She felt her strength come back and she pushed away from Donny gently. "Thanks," she mumbled as she turned towards the front door. "Thank you all, but I need to go."

"Wait!" Donny said, a little louder than he meant to. Isabella turned towards him. "You can stay for awhile if you want to." Leo looked at Donny and grabbed his arm.

"Mikey, Raph," he said, "stay here and entertain her, please." He took Donny into another room. "Are you crazy?!" he whispered. "A random stranger from a different dimension just pops up and you just so suddenly say that she can stay?"

"Leo, she needs help," Donny said calmly, looking out the door to see Mikey showing the comic to Isabella and her smiling just a little at the inaccuracy of the book. "I have a feeling about her." Leo crossed his arms and eyed Donny seriously.

"Are you sure it's not just because she's the first girl here since April?" Donny blushed and looked away.

"Leo," he said softly, "she needs help. She's obviously never been to Earth before. We can't just let her go out and get attacked again." He stared at his brother with pleading in his eyes and Leo sighed and thought for a moment.

"Fine," he said in a minute. "If you wanna keep her here, than she's your responsibility. You keep her safe. You mentor her, got it?" Donny's eyes brightened and he nodded.

"Thanks, Leo," he said as he walked out and over to Isabella. "You can stay her if you want to." Isabella looked at Donny indifferently and stood.

"Thank you," she said. "You're very kind." Donny felt himself blush again and he led Isabella towards a spare room.

…..

Isabella lay on her bed and sighed again, wondering if her family, well her sisters, was at least a little worried for her. She thought about Carmen's look two seconds before Isabella jumped. It was both shocked and scared. Isabella sighed again and got up, looking at the time; 2:34 a.m. It would be late evening in the 18thX dimension right about now. Isabella was hungry.

She went out of the room, wearing nothing but a large tee-shirt that Raphael had lent her from his friend… what was it… Casey? Whatever. Isabella walked to the kitchen and silently opened the fridge. She saw a box that was flat and square and had an Italian word written across it. "What is this?" she asked herself.

"That's pizza," a gruff voice behind her said, making her jump and turn around. Raphael was sitting at the table, a beer in his hand. Isabella glared a bit and stood up, straightening the shirt that, what she didn't realize, only reached just above her thighs. She turned back around and grabbed the box. "Need some help?" Raphael asked, leaning slightly, eying Isabella's rather nice ass as she reached up to the cupboards for a paper plate.

"I'm fine," she said as she opened the box, staring at the food, somewhat confused. "What exactly is on this?"

"Pepperoni, sausage, and some olives, I think," Raph replied, taking a swig of his drink. "Hey, do ya mind grabbin' me another one of these? They're on the bottom shelf." Isabella opened the fridge again and bent down to grab a beer. Raph's eyebrows raised as the tee-shirt lifted to show what looked like pink lace underwear. He averted his eyes when Isabella turned back around and handed the drink to him.

"Can I have one?" she asked. Raph chugged some and then looked at the girl, somewhat amused.

"How old are ya?" he asked.

"I'm 20, why?" Raph leaned back in his chair.

"Then, no," he said. Isabella looked confused.

"Why not?"

"Drinkin' age on Earth is 21," Raph said. "Sorry."

"Then why are you drinking it?" Isabella asked, feeling both annoyed and confused.

"I'm 23," he said with a smirk. "why? How old do I look?"

"18." Isabella grabbed two slices out of the box of pizza and put it on the plate. She looked up at the microwave and stared at it. "You can help me with this if you want to." Raph got up and walked over to the girl. He grabbed the plate, opened the microwave, and reached up over Isabella. "Thanks." Isabella put the box away. Raph leaned against the counter, still looking at her, only this time, she noticed. "Did you lose something over here, Raphael?" Raph snapped out of it and looked her in the eyes.

"Sorry," he said, rubbing his neck. He turned around and grabbed his beer. "Night, Izzy." He walked out of the kitchen and to his bedroom. Isabella rolled her eyes and, when it was done, she grabbed her pizza and walked out of the kitchen as well and back to her room.

Chapter two is here, finally! Hope you guys liked it and chapter three will be up soon enough.

Raphael is still a guy, so nobody needs to say how much of a pervert he is. Honestly, a cute girl with a well-endowed body comes to live with a boy who hasn't really had a girlfriend and you expect him to be a gentleman when she isn't looking? It's Raphael for crying out loud. (I loved writing that part!)