Race. [TMNT 2012]

042. Pain; Raphael

Song: Pain - Three Days Grace

"Mikey!"

   I leap on Tiger Claw and knock him sideways, saving my little brother from his gun.  I whip out my sais and face the tiger mutant with my teeth barred.  My muscles are ridged with anger and my heart racing with adrenaline.

   "Leave us alone, you sad excuse for a cat!" I spit, my trash talk running dry from lack of use. I grip my sais tighter to make up for my terrible insult.

   Tiger Claw smirks as he raises his gun to me. "I don't think so, turtle," he sneers as he shoots lasers at me.

   I deflect the lasers with my sais, cringing at how fast I have to move. I leap in the air and pick up my feet accordingly. I do good for a little while, but I quickly become winded. The lack of air makes my head spine and I end up missing a beat. A laser shoots me straight across the arm, leaving a nasty burn mark.

   "Agh!" I gasp in pain the agony causes me to drop my sai. Another shoots to my other arm forces me to release my other weapon as well. I groan as pain surges through my body, and I collapse onto my knees.

   I am so angry, so furious. My deepest desire is to crack Tiger Claw's head like a walnut, to seek out revenge for what his dead master did to Charlotte. I want to sink my teeth into his skin and rip it apart, watching the light slowly leave his eyes...

   Blinded by rage, all I see is red. I rise to my feet and let out a bloodcurdling scream as I run at the tiger. I carry him off his feet and send him sliding across the room, crashing right into the others.

   Evidently, my irrational action screwd us over rather than helps. Rahzar, Hun, and Fong move out of the way just before Tiger Claw and I bombard them. They stare with wide eyes as we roll across the rooftop.

   Unfortunately, my brothers aren't as fast. The four of us end up in a giant, twisted pile with Tiger Claw caught in the middle. With fur in my mouth I wiggle around to break free, but Donatello has me pinned under his weight. I can't move no matter what I do.

   "Don't touch my sweet little turtle tush!" Michelangelo whines as Leonardo shifts himself around.

   "My deltoid is being stabbed by a scapula!" Donatello complains as he spits out a nunchuck.

   "You shell-brains!" I snarl. "Quit whining like hatchlings!"

   "Everyone, stop arguing," Leonardo order. His face is planted into the rooftop, muffling his voice and denying its usual authority.

   Somehow, Tiger Claw manages to slip out of the mess. He look down at us and laughs coldly as his minions barricade us from escaping. They each flex their muscles as they gaze down at us, ready to pounce once more.

   "Looks like we've got you right where we want you, turtles," Rahzar comments gleefully, his tone close to a vicious growl.

   I glare daggers at Tiger Claw as he points his gun at my head. My arms are still stinging from the burns, and my legs are trapped inside the turtle pile. There's nothing I can do to defend myself. I grit my teeth and brace myself for the death shot.

   Suddenly, a small object flies by. It hits Tiger Claw's gun and sends it soaring off the building, right into the streets below.

   Astonished, all of us crane our necks to see a pair of new arrivals. A dark teenage boy with a skeleton mask, a redheaded teenage girl, and a brunette stand together, their legs tense. The boy has his hockey stick raised and several hockey pucks spread out before him. The redheaded girl had a tessen in her hand, twirling it through her fingers as she waits for a chance to use it.  The brunette teenage girl grips two daggers tightly in each of her hands, her green eyes narrowed dangerously.