<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2015/014/5/8/april_by_jennyverse-d8dypxd.jpg)</div>The night was long and drawn out. But not free from it's dangers. New york these days was extremely dangerous, from thugs to rumors of mutant creatures. It was ripe for story, but a news reporter had to try and find the right one. April was not content with a spree of conveniant store robberies, or simply echoing the growth of violence with a call for peace. He needed more, he needed to get into the fray. Even if it risked his life, he needed to find solid evidence of gang connections, solid proof of the impossible, actual stories.<br/><br/>April was silent as can be, as he slowly crouched and walked into the alley. He made his way to the dumpster, hiding behind it with his camera held tight. He had been following this man for hours. He was more then a simple thug, but a lieutenant in the Purple Dragon. Triad wannabe's, with a penchant for street violence and noisy messy work. But as of late they have been quiet. By their standards at least. They have progressively became more organized, better trained, and well connected. Though April had no idea on whom or what was causing this. He had an inclination they had to be in some kind of partnership.<br/><br/>For the time being, April was content with what he has gathered. Photo's of a drug exchange, proof that the Purple Dragon is trying to move up from street thugs. Proof they were moving up in crime. Turning to walk away however, April was met with a swift punch to the gut. Shocked by the sudden urch in his stomach, he couldn't move, and as a result was pushed back. He tried to keep his footing, but simply walked back and fell to the ground. He had been made, and was now surrounded by angry wanna be martial artist's with a penchant for over compensating with violence. He did all he could do,<strong>"Help!"</strong>He screamed as loud s he could. Hoping his plea would not go on deaf ears.<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/351/d/a/raph_by_jennyverse-d8a56rs.jpg)</div><strong>"Mmmhmm."</strong>Raph gave a small hum of agreement as they walked down the cold nightly street's of New York. Tonight's Pizza in hand as they made their way towards the sewer main closest to their dwelling. Mikey had been going on for some time about her new RPG, and though Raph himself had a fondness for video games, he knew little of rpg's and was more of a violant gamer, shooter's, fighting games, beat'em up's were his cup of tea. But the problem was, he didnt feel up to talking about them, After all, he had a lot on his mind. Recently, he has been feeling un fulfilled. If it was not the fact he had to deal with his brother being in charge. It was the fact he had the need to use his skill's. Secretly, he has been coming out at night, playing the vigilante, trying to help those in need while also venting frustration. It was a bad habit, he knew that. And a bad reason to hurt people, even if he was helping others. But his sensei kept them all on a tight leash when it came to using their skills, and he needed to feel like his own man. Even if it meant keeping it a closely guarded secret.<br/><br/><strong>"Sorry' Mikey...Perhaps they are a metaphor. Ya can't make an omelet without crack'en a few eggs. Or something like that I guess."</strong>He was grasping at straws trying to stay relevant in his sisters conversation. But luckily a distraction had came to his rescue, and further they may have to come to another's rescue! "Yep, I hear'it!" He said, as he sprung into action. He knew Mikey would be all for helping a person in need but he needed to make sure he was first on the scene. Not as some glory hog, but to make sure she didnt walk into some trap. After all she was his lil sister, and he'd gladdly take a scar or two then let some creep get a hold of that 'soft round behind.' Her faith in him having her back was reciprocated by the fact he did.<br/><br/>Running into the alley, he can see this guy in an yellow jumpsuit getting the crap smacked out of him. They did at least have the good grace to avoid the face, and it seemed they were in time to keep from broken bones, bad big bad bruises or god forbid internal bleeding. Setting the pizza on the dumpster lid, he sprung into actin.<strong> "Hey, wise guy."</strong>Raph said, as he ran up behind one of the bigger goon's and socked him upside the back of his head. The sheere force of the blow knocked him out in seconds flat, leaving four more at hand. Well, three more, since the sudden interruption resulted in the guy holding the suit case running off with his tail between his legs.<strong>"Ok, ok. He's a pussy, who else want's'te be smart and high tail it out'a here?"</strong>All Raph served to do was antagonize them, which was exactly what he wanted. One of them came at him with a knife, whitch was easily thrown from the thugs hand, before Raph bestowed upon him a tooth rattling round house to the jaw. The guy flipped to the air and landed against the concrete, with a loud thud.<strong>"Hey Mikey!"</strong>He said in a cocky tone.<strong>"Level up."</strong>He said as he gave a small celebretory fist pump, followed by a playful wink, at least he paid some attention to the prospects of an rpg. Enough so to make a joke. After a small chuckle, he left the last two to his sister, knowing full well she can handle a short stocky guy, and a  tall thin one. He walked to the man in yellow, and hoisted him over his shoulder. The guy was knocked out, and they couldnt leave him behind in this neighborhood. He would sooner be mugged and stabbed in his sleep then make it till the morning.<strong>"Ok Mikey."</strong>He said, after letting her handle the goons.<strong>"We should be getting that pizza home. Im sure you wont argue with a guest, maybe he like's a good rpg? Or cute green chicks. Either way, it would make'ya happy."</strong>