And here's the next chapter! I hope you enjoy. I apologize for no turtles in the first chapter/prologue, but here they arrive!

Dislciamer: I don't own TMNT

Reyna felt something snap inside if her. Hand snaking down to her belt, she removed her folding tessen. It was a pretty piece, with an obsidian frame, black steel blade decorated with red fire designs, with extendable spikes from the tips. Flicking it open with the speed she'd been trained with, she craned her wrist and threw it. The flying blade spiraled in midair almost like a boomerang, and caught the nasty Japanese woman in the cheek, leaving a deep, two inch cut beneath her right eye.

She cried out in surprise, her grip loosening for just a moment, surprised. Seeing her chance, Danica kicked out one leg, taking the lady to the ground, knocking her legs out from under her. Reaching into her boot and whipping out her fan, she flicked it to full extension, brandishing it at the lady and pushing her glasses onto her face. In an instant her sisters were up as well, brandishing their own weapons. Danica knew the chances of them dying were extremely high, but she didn't want to die cowering on her knees. Might as well put the last fourteen years of tessenjitsu to use.

The lady leapt back up, shouted something in Japanese that Danica didn't quite catch, and they were rushed. Danica had never liked fighting, ever, but she could really kick ass if her life was on the line.

Thank goodness her life was on the line.

Blocking a punch, she sliced some guy's wrist, grabbing his bicep and throwing him over her shoulder. Everyone seemed surprise, she could feel it emanating in the air; she didn't exactly scream 'deadly kunoich'. She was rather small and petite in build, only about 5'1'', weighing only ninety nine pounds, with long legs, a small midsection, the usual. She wore the simplest, most modest clothes possible for a high school senior; right now, a knee length flowing blue and purple dress with a single white silk belt round her waist. Sporting a washed out, ripped at the elbows blue jacket, simple black boots, and her thick, not-at-all-geeky purple and green glasses, she wasn't exactly 'eye candy'. Not to say she looked bad or was hard on the eyes or anything, she just wasn't fancy or dressed up or anything. She had a very nice face, with soft pale skin dusted with uncountable amounts of golden brown freckles, a slightly upturned at the tip nose, and wide sea foam green eyes, she had a generous amount of natural beauty to her.

However, her pretty face nor skills with her tessen could save her. She and her sisters were soon overwhelmed by Foot soldiers, stripped of their weapons. They didn't just stop there though; they were restrained, beaten.

"You stupid little girl," sneered the lady, fingering her confiscated tessen. She struggled half-heartedly against her captors, one holding each arm, their feet jammed down on her own to prevent her from doing any more drop kicks. Everything felt heavy, not to mention she'd lost her glasses again. She was bruised, bloodied, her clothes were ripped. She could faintly taste blood somewhere in the back of her foggy mind.

"If you won't show yourselves!" the lady yelled over her shoulder. "We'll begin execution. These little brats," she brought back a fist and struck Danica in the face. "are first."

She squeezed her eyes shut, hearing the gun click... but then she felt it. A tremor rippled cross the ground, and suddenly the roar of a subway train was booming in her ears. Somebody, a male by the sound of it, yelled "ALL ABOARD!"

The lights flickered and died, and everything plunged into darkness. A cry of surprised Japanese called out, and a second later, a gun fired. Her shoulder exploded with a fiery pain, and she screamed aloud. It felt as if she'd just been injected with the world's most potent acid. In response to the gunfire, there were several more shots, whether misfires or not, thankfully not many meeting their initial targets. But she heard three other screeches of pain over the sudden chaos.

Someone called out "Like a shadow, brah!" sounding almost… happy?

It was as if the room itself had come to life. She saw flashes of light, battle cries, moans of sudden pain, sickening cracks- she was vaguely aware of the lady being tossed away as if she were a rag doll, smacking into a wall and falling to the found unconscious.

Clutching her shoulder and trying to block out the noise, she felt tears glide down her cheeks. Whimpering, her legs gave out and she collapsed to the floor. She curled in on herself, giving a terrified jerk as something suddenly grabbed her by her good shoulder and rolled her onto her back. She heard heavy breathing, and squeezed her eyes shut. "N- No…" she murmured. "Please…"

Then she felt it. The hand. It was warm, gentle, and friendly. Caring. It gently cupped her cheek for a split second, and a thumb wiped away the tear trailing her cheek. She heard soft beeping and clicks of some sort of machine, and the mysterious stranger breathed a sigh. The sound was surprisingly calming, and though she didn't have the strength to lift her eyes, she managed to lean her cheek against the warm hand, a tiny, painful, strained grin managed to tug up the corners of her mouth. Her savior gave a soft gasp, and she managed to weakly lift her hand, reaching out toward him. She never got there though, and her arm fell limp halfway.

Suddenly, she found herself unable to move. She had a split second to realize she was passing out before all the sounds clouded over and she lost everything.

…

'Oh no no no…' suddenly, the girl below him gave a shuddery sigh, and his diagnostic diagram made a drastic change; her breathing had become unstable and startlingly low. Her oxygen levels were hurriedly dropping, as was her heart rate. 'Oh please no…!'

The lights wouldn't be off for much longer. He'd only disabled the system for a good five minutes. This human needed medical attention- now- or her heart was going to stop. She was going to die. And he knew the authorities wouldn't arrive for at least two minutes; not to mention, who knew how long it would take to get her to a hospital with the city's infamous traffic? Even if they got her a medical chopper, it would be too late.

He couldn't let that happen. It was their duty, just as they'd been trained as such, to protect this city and its people. This girl was one of his people. He couldn't leave her here to die. Of course, their father would send them to the Hashi, but…

But she needed help. Not just any help, she needed his help, and right now. Not human help thirty minutes from now. And she had reached out to him, relaxed at his touch. He had to help her.

"Come on!"

His eyes flitted to the girl, his hand still on her cheek, free palm grabbing her fallen, cracked glasses from where they'd been hit away by Karai. "We have to take her with us." The cries of pain form the Foot and fighting of their other brothers momentarily drowned out their conversation to anyone else.
"What?!"
"She'll die if we don't!"
"We have to keep a low profile! Kidnapping a human is not the way to go about that!"

"She needs us!" he insisted. "We only have forty five seconds of darkness left- they're in critical condition. This were no ordinary bullets- they dissolve into poison, Leo! They'll die within ten minutes, if we don't help them! Normal human hospitals won't know the cure!"

"…Everybody grab one."

He let a smile slide onto his face, glancing down at the unconscious girl. Her heart was still beating, but it was slowing. Removing his hand from her cheek, he very, very carefully picked her up, minding her bloodied shoulder. She curled up almost reflexively, tucking her knees to her stomach, uninjured arm wrapping around her chest, other shoulder lolling uselessly. Curled up like that, she easily fit in the crook of his broad arm. Taking her dangling arm, he moved it up to drape over her knees, tucking the hand between her body and his plastron to keep it from knocking loose, ignoring her pitiful whimpers of pain. Supporting her miniscule weight with one arm, making sure she was tucked against him securely, they all fled out their escape route in the form of a maintenance tarp channeling up to the ceiling.

It took maybe a full minute before they relocated to the preset point atop a large building, a few blocks away from the scene. "Aw dudes, best night ever!" gushed the youngest. "We kicked some serious shell and picked up four babes!"

"Can it Mikey," Raphael ordered, clearly irritated as he glared down at the limp bundle of flesh that was the unknown human. Her skin was fair, and she wore mostly black. She smelled like coke, sweat, and blood, with a hinted undertone of faint strong perfume. "So, Donnie. Care ta explain why we just kidnapped a bunch'a girls?!"

"Not now," groaned the second youngest, ignoring his older brother's ticked off, challenging tone. He stepped closer, using one finger to activate his goggles, checking their vitals. "They're getting worse; this poison'll kill 'em if we don't do something."

"Woah woah woah, hold up bro!" the youngest exclaimed. "I thought they got shot, not poisoned!"

"The poison was in the bullets, dimwit!"

"Well, course of action, Donatello?"

"We have to take them back to the lair," he answered grimly, gazing down at the fragile human in his arms. She was just so frail, so tiny. He was pretty sure, even without their superhuman strength he could kill her in one blow. "I've synthesized an antidote for the Foot's poison- it should be enough to save them."

"So we get to take them home too?!" Michelangelo asked gleefully. He looked over the human he was clutching, dressed in short athletic shorts and a spaghetti tank top, a jacket on her shoulders. Even with her hair in her face and blood dappled on her sun kissed skin, she was good looking. "Oh dudes, she's hot; I can feel my shell tighteniiing…"

"We can hear you!" snapped the second oldest.

"Guys, not now. We have to get them that antidote."

"What about Sensei?"

"He never has to know," Leonardo dismissed. "We just go in, give them their injections, and take them back to the surface before he gets back."

"…I ain't riskin' my hide for some stupid chick."

"A life is a life," the leader insisted. "They deserve saving. Now let's go." He adjusted the little-in-comparison human body, and she gave a subconscious moan, and he made a mental note to mind her leg; she'd been struck in the left ankle. Leaping from the rooftop, his brothers following closely behind, silent as, well, ninjas, not whooping joyfully as they normally would after a successful excursion.

…

A few minutes later, they were pushing the sewer grate open that led to their home. "Is 'e here?"

The brains of the family shifted the girl into one arm, adjusting the functioning wheel on the side of his goggles. "I don't see him," Leonardo whispered. "Donnie?"

"My thermal scans indicted there's a seventy four percent variable there's a sixty one percent chance he's not here."

Mikey popped up behind him accidentally jostling him. "Huh?"

"He's not here," the eldest decided. "Ok, we all fall in. Quietly."

Obeying their older brother's orders with no complaints- from anyone- for once, they dropped in one at a time, in order of age. The three eldest, Leonardo, Raphael, and Donatello, each reached the floor with relative easy, landing with soft thuds and making somewhat of an effort to keep their human packages stable.

The youngest however, Michelangelo, came down with a considerably loud thump, his ninja gear clattering slightly. The human he was holding gave a whine of pain and curled in on herself.

"Shh!"
"Dude!"

"So guys," he began, seemingly not noticing his mistake. At least he had the sense to whisper. "If it's not already obvious with the girls, dibs!"

"Shh!" they all scolded.

"If Master Splinter catches us he'll send us back to the Hashi." Leonardo scolded.
"I ain't goin' back to the Hashi."
"Every time we're in the Hashi its because of you!" the oldest exclaimed in exasperation, shoving Raphael's shoulder.
"Well bro, you don't hafta worry about me draggin' you down anymore." He retorted, giving him a shove to the face.

"What's that supposed ta mean?!" Michelangelo suddenly interjected into his oldest brothers' banter.

"I'm goin' out on my own first chance I get." He growled giving his youngest brother a softer push.

"What? But-"

"He's not goin' anywhere," the oldest insisted. "We all stick together."

"Uh, guys, guys!" Donatello suddenly jumped into the conversation, sounding distressed. "We gotta bogey."

And that's a wrap. Hopefully you guys liked it, but I guess I'll find out in the reviews, won't I? Do yeah, please review, favorite, follow and whatnot; if you guys liked this one, I'll post chapter 3 later today.