Please note: This chapter does have the word 'bastard' in it. If this offends anyone, please let me know and I will substitute it for a different word. Thanks!

Random quote: "There are only 3 real sports: bull-fighting, car racing and mountain climbing. All the others are mere games."

~Hemingway

Disclaimer: don't own 'em..... yet -evil grin-; still writin' fanfiction

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The girl groaned as she sat up an hour later. "My knife." she said, searching for it. "Bastards musta took it."

She sighed and got to her feet, stumbling slightly. She leaned against a wall, waiting for the alley to stop spinning, then set off for the sewers.

She dropped down heavily, grunting from the impact. Luckily, nothing was broken or even sprained. Bruises covered bruises and her fur was matted with blood. She sighed and began to groom herself, picking the dried blood out with her teeth, like a cat would clean its fur.

She smeared some antibiotic ointment on her wounds to keep out infection, then curled up on her coat. She fell asleep, oblivious to the noise of the city above her.

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The clacking of wheels awoke the girl the next afternoon. She heard the cry of "Cowabunga!" again and bolted to the top.

"Hey girl! Wanna buy summa this?" a creepy-looking guy asked. She bolted before she could find out what he was selling.

The girl looked around cautiously. One could never be too cautious on the streets of New York. There were all kinds of dangers, such as the semi-truck about to run over some jaywalker in the street.

The girl watched in horror as the young man froze in terror at the sight of the large truck bearing down on him. The girl quickly quickly ran into the street and tackled the young man out of the way, rolling out of the path of the semi as it roared past.

"Thank you. The man said breathlessly, slowly getting to his feet. "How can I ever-" He stopped and looked around. The girl was gone.

"How could I be so stupid?" the girl hissed to herself in the safety of the sewers. "I was almost exposed! And for what? Some punk?" she shook her head before slowly walking along the path, away from where the wheel and shouts always seemed to come from. She went deeper and deeper into the sewers, getting... lost.

"I am such an IDIOT!" the girl wailed, slamming her fists into the stone wall. The skin broke and she looked at her now bleeding knuckles. She sighed before applying some antiseptic she always carried around, then continued walking. It wasn't like being lost was anything new to her anyways...

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"Hey guys, you hear somethin'?" the young turtle known as "Mikey" asked.

"No, why?" the one called "Leo" questioned.

"Just thought I heard somethin'." Mikey shrugged and then got back on his skateboard.

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"Now that I'm hopelessly lost, I might as well camp here." the girl sighed, spreading out her coat. She laid down and curled up, keeping her tail out of the sewage below her, and closed her eyes. Tomorrow was a new day

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REALLY short chapter there, sorry about its length, or lack thereof.

Lemme know how the story is progressing along, even if it's a quick HURRY UP AND UPDATE!! YOU TAKE TOO LONG!! or something..... I'd prefer something a little more nice and encouraging, but whatever....

Anyways, turtle action coming up next! Stay tuned, pretty please!

THREE reviews before I post the next chapter, pretty please. Please and thank you!!

-12kirby12