Ch.1


Raph sighed heavily as he flicked through the many channels on the T.V., not even looking at one for a second before switching to the next.  He sighed again and slowly got up and headed towards the exit, passing Mikey.  He shoved the remote into the young turtle's chest, almost knocking him off his feet.

" 'Ere. There ain't nuttin on T.V. anyway's..." Raph grumbled as he headed out the lair's exit, walking through the cold, damp sewers alone.  Mikey didn't even question him, he just ran over to the couch and, like a reflex, switched the channel to the cartoon network.  Don walked past the couch, holding his labtop in one hand and typing with the other.  He looked up from the small screen and surveyed the area.  

"Where's Raph?" Don asked his younger brother, who was focused on the T.V. more than anything.

"Guess...." Mikey mumbled, without even taking his eyes off of the many T.V. screens with an old 'Scooby Doo' episode.  Don sighed heavily as he looked towards the lairs entrance.

"Probably went off to China Town....he better becareful, tourists are usually flocking around there this time of year..."

"Dude, you were suppossed to guess!" Mikey whined, looking back at his brother.  Donnie sighed as he plopped himself onto the couch, looking back to his labtop.

"Whatever, Mikey...." he mumbled, not taking his eyes off the screen.  Mikey slowly looked over his brother's labtop, seeing the contents of the desktop.  Amoung them a small window open to a chat room.  A smirk crept onto Mikey's face as he read the small conversation between Donnie and his cyber friend.

"Talking to your girlfriend again?" Mikey taunted him, nudging his shoulder.  Donnie turned his labtop so that Mikey couldn't see the screen.

"Chem_Grrl is NOT my girlfriend..."Donnie growled, as he went back to typing to the 'Chem_Grrl'...

"Chem_Grrl?  What kind of a chick name is that?"

"It's her screen name, moron.  And 'Chem' stands for 'Chemistry'." Donnie huffed, without taking his eyes off of the screen.   Mikey pouted a bit, but then went straight back to looking over his Donnie's shoulder:

[Chem_Grrl] You have 3 brothers? That must be a handful..
[Professer-Don] Ya, a BIG handful...and one keeps looking over my shoulder as I write this! D<

Donnie shot Mikey a look.  Mikey nervously chuckled, and got up off the couch and headed towards the kitchen.  He hid behind a kitchen chair and reached for a little toy on the table.

"Don't fail me now, little spy toy from Raph's cereal..." Mikey whispered to himself as he looked through the little spy binoculars to Donnie's screen......

....
[Chem_Grrl] God, today was a nightmare...
[Professer-Don] Why's that?
[Chem_Grrl] Oh, my sister just almost deleted all of my hard-drive.  I thought I was going to kill her.
[Professer-Don] Let me guess....trying to download some useless game and it corrupted the computer?
[Chem_Grr]l Ya! How'd you know...?
[Professer-Don] My younger brother's done that too many times to count.  I got so fed up with it I installed a system so that it would delete the download when it detected a corrupted file.
[Chem_Grrl] Neat! Gosh, I wish I was smart when it comes to computers like you...
[Professer-Don] hehe...Your brilliant when it comes to computers.
[Chem_Grrl] Thx. Ur so sweet....gtg.  My sister needs something.
[Chem_Grrl has logged out.]

Donnie didn't have time to react to the last comment before she logged out. He hopelessly sighed as he liad(sp?) his head on the back of the couch, staring at the ceiling.

"AHA!!"

"GAH!!" Donnie screamed, almost dropping his labtop.  He quickly caught it, and then looked over the back of the couch, to see Mikey with a smug grin on his face over in the kitchen.

"I KNEW IT!!! You like the chemistry chick!!" Mikey shouted, making Donnie uneasy.  He blushed a bit before shutting off his labtop and placing it gingerly on the coffee table.

"We're JUST friends, Mikey.." protested Donnie, as he started to head back to his lab.  He heard Mikey snicker.

"SUURRREEE, Donnie boy.  You think that..."  Donnie blushed even more as he rushed to his lab.

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Raph sat on an apartment roof, across from the street of Chinese shops and restaraunts.  He looked up and down the street for any pick-pocketers, but it seemed that there weren't any.

Just damn tourists... He thought as he watched a group of teenagers come out of a Chinese Pawn shop, looking into the bags at the merchendise they got.  Raph decided to wait another minute before he headed towards Casey's, although he knew there was no point in going.

"Probably got another damn excuse ta shoo me away...." Raph grumbled, watching more tourists walk up and down the sidewalks of China Town...



"New York....GREAT idea, Sarah.." Jesse growled at her friend, looking at all the cheap chinese merchendise.  Her friend pulled her into an one armed hug and laughed.

"Oh Jesse, it's better than spending your spring break at home like a Mountain Hermit."

"I have my damn dirtbike....and I was gonna go hiking up to the valley."

"Oh, loosen up would'ya?  You need to get out from that small town.  Go to new hights, meet new people!"

"Ya ya.  Like people are gonna like me...."Jesse sighed, watching a couple walk by her and her friend.

"Aww, ur such a softie underneath that hard canadian surface." Sarah teased Jesse, lightly punching her arm.  Jesse smiled at her friend.  Sarah, one of the most cheerful people Jesse had ever known.  Sometimes Jesse she was jealous of her.  Sara, a girly girl, had long, straight red hair, a goddess like body, stunning ice blue eyes, and a laugh that would bring in almost any guy.  And there was Jesse.  A tomboy with long wavy/frizzy mahogony hair, a slim build, emerald green eyes and a glare that could scare any guy away.  Back at home, in Canada, she and her friends were the mixed group of cliches.  She was the tomboy, who always had some crazy plan to 'have fun' and get in trouble afterwards.  Sarah, the girly girl, who could resight(sp?) all the shades of pink.  And then there was Michelle, an athletic girl who could play any sport, and beat anyone....

"Uh, Sarah?" said Jesse, looking frantically around.  

"What's the matter?" Sarah asked as she walked over back to Jesse with a small Chinese change purse she just bought. Jesse looked into Sarah's caring, soft blue eyes with her concerned, virbrant emerald eyes.

"Where's Michelle?"  asked Jesse as looked around the both of them, then stood on her toes to look over the growing crowd of tourists.

"I thought she was behind you?" Sarah asked Jesse, raising a brow.  Jesse looked behind her, only to see more tourists.

"She probably saw some ancient chinese sports relic..." Jesse joked, looking back to Sarah who was looking around frantically.

"You take a cab back to the hotel, it'll be safer than walking back when everything's so dark..." Jesse ordered, pushing her way through the thick crowd.

"W-Where are you going!?" Sarah called out to her before Jesse dissappeared into the crowd of tourists.

"To get Michelle! We'll meet up with you later!" Jesse called back to her friend.  After fighting through the tough crowd, Jesse came to the empty part of the sidewalk.  She carefully looked around the streets, which soon led her to a dark alley to her left.  Jesse slowly started to walk down the alley.

"Michelle?  You down here?" Jesse called out to her friend, cautious of her surroundings.  She never did like the cities, too many gangsters or ignorant people.   She reached the end of the alley, and looked carefully around the corner.  She couldn't beleive what she saw...

"Give me the damn purse, lady!" hollered the hooded man as he took Michelle's head and slammed it into the concrete wall.  Michelle fell onto the cold ground, still grasping her purse.  She took in another deep breath before she looked up into the creeps cold, heartless eyes.

"No." she stated, hugging her small black purse close to her chest.  The man frowned, and took Michelle by her blood stained shirt and pulled her up to his face.

"Then prepare for a world of hurt...." he growled as he got ready to beat the living daylights out of her.  Michelle snapped her eyes shut, a known reflex, and waited for the beatings to start.  The man gripped the lead pipe tightly in his fist, and brought down his arm, when he felt as if he was rammed by a car. He let go of Michelle and they both fell to the ground.  Michelle started to slowly push herself up off the ground, when someone grabbed her arm and pulled her up.

"Are you ok?!" questioned a worried Jesse, looking at her battered up friend.  It took Michelle half a minute to realize what just happened, and when she did she started to pull Jesse out of the alley.

"We need to get out of here!"  she pleaded, desperatly trying to get Jesse to follow her.  Jesse ripped her arm from Michelles grasp and looked back at the hooded man, groaning in pain on the ground.

"Go without me."

"What?! No way!" screamed Michelle shaking her head in disagrement. "There is no way I'm leaving you here by yourself!"   Jesse sighed heavily, looking over her shoulder to her horror stricken friend, who looked paste white from losing so much blood.

"Get moving, or I'll make you...." Jesse ordered, glaring at Michelle with those famous green eyes she was known for.  Michelle shivered as Jesse stared her down, and finally agreed to leave.  She started to run out of the alley, but not before shouting back at her, "You had better be at the hotel when I get out of the hospital!"

"I promise, I promise!" Jesse shouted back, cracking her knuckles as she watched the man struggle to get up off the ground.

"You know pal..." Jesse started to say as she slowly walked her way over to the hooded man, rolling up the sleeves of her hoodie to her elbows, "You got some nerve to try and mug my friend..."

"Heh...." chuckled the man, finally standing up straight and cracking his neck.  Jesse raised a brow and stopped at least 4 feet away from her friends attacker.

"What's so funny?  Your about to get your ass kicked by a 16 year old girl!"  screamed Jesse, getting a little frusterated with the guys sudden attitude change.  The man looked up at Jesse with a smug grin on his face, and he pulled off the hood that sealed his identity.  His appearance seemed something out of a horror movie.  He had scars all over his face, many that seemed fairly fresh.  His left eye was stiched shut, and his right eye was a pale brownish colour.  His hair short, blond, and spiked.  Jesse took a step back, disturbed by his appearance.

"You got some nerve thinkin' I'd come 'ere....alone..." the man said, accenting the last word.  Jesse didn't have time to react before two other men, with purple dragon tattoos on their arms, came out from behind the other man, weilding weapons of their own.  Jesse was now thinking that maybe she should've gone with Michelle and just got the cops to deal with this demented freak.

Crud... Jesse thought in her head as she spun on her heel and started to head out the way she came.  She didn't even take two steps before bumping into someone, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the ground.  She looked up to see two more thugs, with the same tattoo as the other two men.

"Where ya goin', beautiful?" snickered the more muscular thug as he cracked his knuckles, which looked as if he could crush her skull.  Jesse looked around to see a small circle forming around her.  She growled in frusteration.  No matter what she did, she always somehow got into a sticky situation.

"Didn't expect company, were ya?" asked 'scar face', crossing his also scarred arms.  

"Well, what a great Spring Break I'm off to..." Jesse mumbled under her breath, cursing herself for agreeing to go to New York with her friends...