You had just left your job. It was a rough day considering all of your coworkers were creeps or on crack. You walked through New york and gave a sigh. It was diffrent, now that mutants roamed around, of course your not own to judge what them, you didn't really care what they did, but sometimes you miss being able to walk down the street without hearing someone talking about those four turtles.

You froze, you could year loud, banging in the alleyway next to you. Now, to be frank, you weren't one to check on people when they seem upset. It just wasn't in your nature. But if someone was being beat by some drunk creep, you're not gonna stand there and watch. You walked into the alleyway with your hands gripping your pepper spray with a grip that could kill.

And that's when you froze it was... a mutant. But this one seemed familiar. They had wings, and you're pretty sure you could count 4 arms. You screamed, pressing on the pepper spray can. The mutant yelled, covering his eyes.

"Ayo, what the- Mutha fucka! Damn, girl, you wildin’ out! The hell wrong witchu sprayin’ me like that?! You tryna blind a brotha or what?!"