Flicking his wrist, the sai sliced through the droplets of rain that beaded down from the murky sky. His body eerily crouched into a stance as he held his sai challengingly at the brother who always antagonized him. His pupils were blazing with resentment inside the red bandana as his face twisted into a scowl.

The opposing turtle stood tall in the rain, his hands slowly balling into fists as he breathed in the animosity that lingered around them. His blue bandana scrunched around his eyes as his forehead creased with disapproval. He ignored the pitter-patter of rain that flickered over his face as his eyes locked in a perilous glare with his brother.

Leonardo's voice oozed into his tone of authority as he slowly shook his head, "Don't do this Raph."

Raphael narrowed his eyes, his orbs sparking dangerously as hissed, "I'm done taking orders."

Leonardo's chest heaved deeply as his face grew into a deeper frown. Slowly, he reached back for his katanas, the acute blades tinking together as he drew them out. He remained rigid with his swords raised as he stared at Raphael, who was crouched in offence, sharp sais piercing the air. A moment of silence dragged between them, before a rumble of thunder tried to break their locked tension.

With the spring of an athlete, Raphael pounced off his back foot and charged, the weight of his suit having no effect on his speed. Leonardo drove forward with equal velocity. Their metal weapons scraped threateningly against the wet concrete as they pounded their feet and leapt into the air. Metal scraped against metal when their weapons met in mid-air collision before they both landed.

The second Leonardo's feet hit the concrete, his body flicked around, sword flying at the steel sai that was already aimed at him. With lightning reflexes, the blue banded turtle flipped over Raph's body and dove into a crouch. The fiery turtle kicked out his heavy legs as Leonardo jerked back, rising to full stance with his katana swinging. His threatening sword drove Raph back and he threw up his sai to block the offending weapon.

With a forceful swing of his arm, he knocked away the blade and drove his fists forward, pushing his brother away. Slowly, they moved along the rooftop, water splashing around them as their weapons clanged together in several blocking maneuvers. Small grunts drew from their mouths as their eyes clouded in steel focus on one another.

Raphael's arms pushed forward with mighty strength and Leo spun on his toes, using the momentum to swing a backhand before plunging forward with his second katana. Raph quickly blocked it and pushed the sword away as his face grew into a rage like a man possessed.

Both turtles thrust their arms, their weapons clashing loudly through the rain as they connected with brutal force. With an extra push, Leo shoved Raph backwards and circled him with his weapons still braced. He clenched his teeth as the fiery turtle flicked his sai again, his grip tightening around the solid handle.

With deadly determination, Raphael sprang forward again. Holding his ground, Leo gave a single twitch of his wrist in anticipation of the turtle rampaging at him. Raph raised his arms high and plunged his sais down, only to be blocked by the steel katanas and driven backwards. Undeterred by the setback, Raph spun his sais back into their upright position and tensed as the other turtle charged at him.

With another flick of his backhand, Leonardo thrust his swords. Back and forth, their arms lunged through the air as the blue banded turtle slowly backed the red banded turtle against the ledge of the rooftop. Leaping into the air, Leo cornered Raph with a final high kick. A katana swished menacingly across, grazing the hard shoulder of Raphael's suit. With furious reflex, Raph barged forward and threw down his sais, Leo quickly blocking the plunge with his katanas.

Drawing back his arms, Leo sprang forward for his own attack and Raph caught the blades between the teeth of his sais. Raphael's eyes were wide with wrath as he glared at Leo with unbreakable focus. Muscles flexed, tension built as the turtles struggled against one another's force. Both their forearms pumped full of adrenaline as their weapons shook against the strain of each blade.

With the scowl now a permanent fixture on his face, Raph bared his teeth and pushed harder. The intensity of his strength caused Leo to glance down in a moment of uncertainty. A clang echoed around them as the blades of Leo's katanas snapped under the mighty pressure. Leo only had a second to blink at the jagged ridge of his broken weapons before Raph leapt into the air and rammed a foot into his face.

As Leonardo began to recoil, Raphael spun his torso in mid-air and caught him in the shoulder, driving him quickly to the ground. Leo's eyes widened at the sai that plunged down against his face and he craned his neck angrily at the brother, who loomed over him.

Raphael was panting as he held his weapon in place, his other hand gripped firmly around the second sai by his side. Raph's amber eyes began to lighten as he slowly withdrew his weapon and stretched back to full stance. His angry gaze morphed with a confused mix of repentance as he stood back and allowed Leo to rise to his feet.

The blue clad turtle remained tense as he eyed Raph warily for a possible recurrence. Instead of springing another attack, the red clad turtle simply tore his eyes away and turned around. Without a word, he leapt off the edge of the roof onto an adjoining building and fled.

Leonardo's heart was still racing as the exhaustion started to seep into his body. Taking a moment to steady his breath, he gazed down at his broken weapons and sighed. He crouched onto one knee and picked up the handle to inspect the damage, when a sharp pain jabbed his arm. With a quick hitch of his breath, he peered down to discover a dart protruding from his bicep. With a slight shake of his head, he turned around to see the dark shapes that were climbing over the ledge of the rooftop.

He rose edgily to his feet and curled his hands into fists as the various Foot members approached him. The effect of the drug they had injected was quickly taking effect, and he blinked several times as the shapes of his assailants began to blur. They moved agilely around his dazed form, ducking from his swings and retaliating with their own. He managed to knock a couple to the ground, but more humans hastily ascended on him.

Within minutes, the blue clad turtle was forced to the ground, grunting from the heavy weight that dropped on top of him. His mind struggled furiously to pull through the foggy haze as he heard the voices beyond him. Straining his eyes against his drooping lids, he tried to peer through the array of legs at the two people who were talking. One had a deep voice, the other was clearly female and his instincts told him it was Karai.

A fist suddenly plunged into his plastron, causing the air to blow out of his lungs. His eyes were barely slits as he wrestled with the various hands that held him down as his wrists were tied. He drove out his elbow, forcing away the human, but more fists came back in replace. The creeping fog in his mind grew into blackness and he could only just hear the voice before he slipped into unconsciousness.

"You know what to do."

...

Leo's head was pounding as it rattled against the metal beneath him. He tried to blink, but his vision remained concealed under the tight black sash that wrapped his face. Tilting his head, he took a deep breath and picked up the smell of diesel and rust. His nostrils drew in deeper and he could vaguely catch the scent of vegetation, a foreign smell to his usual concrete surroundings. He could feel the momentum of the vehicle vibrate around him as they drove, and he pondered on how long he'd been out of it for.

He tilted his head again in attempt to find a peek-hole through his dark mask, and a firm hand suddenly slapped down, holding him in place. The Foot soldier did not speak to him, but merely stayed by his side to reassure no escape.

Time drew on slowly as they continued to drive in silence. Leo's head was spinning as he thought about their intention and what his plan of attack should be.

His ears strained against the noise, taking mental note of everything around him. The occasional isolated shuffle indicated to him that he was alone with one man in the back of a truck. He wondered if this compartment was completely sealed off to the front? The lack of conversation and movement made him think they must be.

His hands twitched within the bonds that tied them together, his fingers still having clear access above the wrists. He curiously twitched his foot to analyze the binds around his feet. As they continued their silent journey, his thoughts went into focus on a planned escape.

He may have been without his swords, but he could still feel the kunai wedged under his wrist pad, an extra weapon he had a habit of carrying since his training. He fought back the smile that wanted to creep to his lips, and for a moment he simply tsked at the Foot member's sloppiness for not finding it. Searching a fallen enemy for hidden weapons would've been his first tactic.

There was no way he could reach it with his wrists bound together, but that did not deter him at all. He could feel the weight of the human pressed up against him and was able to gain a sense of his position. Opening his mouth, he slowly began to rasp his words. His voice was incoherent as he tried to croak out a sentence. For a moment there was no response, other than the human's hands tensing. He continued this little act, knowing the human's curious nature would get the better of him.

Soon enough, he could feel the pressure on his plastron as the Foot soldier leaned closer to his mouth to try and make out what he was saying. Immediately, Leonardo drew up his knees and cracked them across the back of the human's head. At the same time, he twisted his torso and raised his arms to one side as the human's face crunched against him.

Before the man had time to pull back, Leonardo drew up his arms and his fingers dug into a pressure point in the man's neck, rendering him unconscious. He clenched his teeth at the heavy weight that thumped down on top of him and he bucked underneath until the human slumped off. Now free of an audience, he quickly sat and thrust his arms about until the kunai wriggled out from beneath his elbow pad. It lightly scraped down his arm and clanged onto the floor, which drew a satisfied smile to his lips.

He fumbled blindly for it and took hold in his nimble fingers. Turning the weapon upwards, he started cutting at the ties around his wrists until they eventually broke free. He dropped the weapon and reached up to unveil his mask and took a moment to spy his surroundings. He was definitely in the back of a truck, alone with the unconscious Foot soldier. The vehicle started to sway them back and forth as it took more twists and turns. Leonardo leaned down to retrieve the kunai and work on the ties around his feet.

He was still grazing through it when a groan resounded beside him. He shot a glance over his shoulder at the Foot ninja that was beginning to regain consciousness, so he started working more furiously on the bind around his ankles. The human only hesitated for a moment before lunging over and grabbing hold of the turtle.

Leonardo was pulled down and quickly flipped over as his feet tore apart the last shreds of his binding. His weapon was thrown from his hand during the motion.

A fist drove into his chin, sending his head recoiling back as the human pressed up against him. He twisted his torso and threw Leo onto his shell as he drove down another fist. Leonardo caught the offending arm before it could make contact. With a firm twist, he drew a cry from the man and lifted his arms to flip the human onto his back. He sprang on top of him, straddling his torso as his hands flew down. His fists fought against the flailing human as the truck screeched to a halt, the other ninjas obviously alerted by their tussle.

As Leonardo continued to fight, the human's hands scraped against the truck floor, fumbling over the handle of the kunai. His fingers curled around its handle and he yelled as he swung his arm, driving the weapon into Leo's arm. The turtle flinched at the sharp sting that pulsed down his arm but continued to fight. He was able to block the second stabbing attempt, but when the back doors of the truck flew open, another painful incursion stung him. His eyes flung to the doors as more ninjas scrambled in. He then turned back and ducked as his opponent tried to stab him again.

He rolled off the human's torso and kicked away the approaching ninja. The human on the floor bolted upright and lunged at him again as two more ninjas crept into the back of the truck. In lightning speed, the turtle was punching against arms and legs that thrust into every part of him. A burning pain suddenly soared through his side and he peered down in shock. A sharp dagger embedded in his skin just beside his lower plastron. It was a much larger weapon than the kunai, and he quickly thrust out his leg and kicked away the man before he could plunge again.

A pair of hands curled around his neck and started to squeeze as he kept fighting. His chest started wheezing as his hands scraped at the fingers that were blocking his airway. Another ferocious sting trembled through his body as the knife drove deep into his leg. When the fingers suddenly released from his neck, all he could do was gasp for breath. Pain raged through him as he wrestled against the strong hands that began to lift him.

Four Foot ninjas carried him out of the truck despite his struggles. His alert eyes caught enough glimpses to realize they were on a bridge. The human's hands began to slip from Leo's blood that oozed down his torso and he squirmed free of a foothold and kicked a leg out. He heard a gratifying grunt of pain and continued to wrestle against the others, but every twist of his muscles sent scorching pain soaring through his body.

The man he had kicked away returned with a vengeance, driving his knife deep into Leo's side again. The turtle howled as blinding pain invaded his vision. He didn't even have time to regain from the shock before the four Foot soldiers heaved him onto the ledge of the bridge. He could hear the raging water below, hinting a whirlpool of steep rapids. He only got one final dig at his enemies before the Foot members hurled him over the side of the bridge.

Co-written with ccshadow, a good friend from deviantArt. Read and review please. My first fic coming from the 2007 movie.