A/N: Inspiration: Shut Up and Drive by Rihanna. Idea conceived: Roughly around 11:00 in the night. Written: Roughly around 1:00 in the morning. Hoping: You all don't mind another racing type story from me, but the idea was too good to pass up. Also hoping that you all enjoy the story. Reviews and constructive criticism is welcome. Negativity and flames are not. Spread kindness, people. Please and thank you!

Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with TMNT. I only own the OCs, if/when they pop up. Cheers!


The rain pelted hard against his skin, water running down the visor of his helmet making it difficult to see. Amber eyes narrowed, fighting to see through the sheen of rain. He didn't dare take his hands off the bars. One wrong move and it was game over. He chanced a glance down to his left. It was a straight drop to a rocky bottom. The road was twisty and narrow. He felt every bump and vibration jarring his already sore, tired and achy muscles. He shook his head to refocus.

He could hear engines rev behind him. They were gaining ground. He looked in the side mirror, seeing three vehicles round the corner. One was a blue motorcycle, the other two cars, one purple, the other orange. His heart skipped a few beats when he saw the flaming red eyes blazing from behind the helmet of the motorcycle driver. He couldn't lose. He had to win. Not just for his sake, but for the sake of his brothers.

"Raphael!" came a sharp female voice.

Raphael snapped his attention back to the road. He took a turn too sharp, almost sliding off the edge of the cliff. He took several deep breaths as his heart fought to return to a normal rhythm.

"Eyes on the road and head in the race," the voice snapped again.

"Sorry, Shelly," Raphael said.

"Sorry ain't gonna bring you back from the dead if you go driving off the cliff," the voice chastised.

"You're right. Head in the game," Raphael said, shaking his head, refocusing.

He revved the engine and the shell cycle picked up speed, creating more distance between him and the other racers. His hands clenched tighter around the handle bars.

"I know," the voice whispered. "I miss them, too."

"I'm gonna make that slimeball pay for what he did to my brothers," Raphael growled under his breath.

"First, we win the race. Then we make that slimeball pay for what he did to your brothers," the voice reminded him.

Raphael glanced in the side mirror again. The blue motorcycle was closing the gap. He could see the reds of the driver's eyes. It was Leonardo's body, but not his soul. Raphael turned back to the road. The cliffs ended and the road widened into a bridge. Raphael heard the blade before he saw it. He ducked just in time to avoid getting his head cleaved off by one of his brother's swords. Raphael swerved to get away, but the tires hit off the slight edge of the bridge.

The other two cars followed suit. The front of the purple car opened up and electrified prods extended outward. Raphael looked over his shoulder when he heard the crackling of electricity.

"Seriously, Donnie?" he asked, swerving again when the purple car tried to electrocute his bike.

Raphael grunted when something slammed in the back of his helmet. Disks flew out of the hood of the orange car. He ducked once again from a sword.

"Raphael!" the voice shouted in warning.

Raphael shook his head and looked up. His eyes widened and time seemed to slow down. Leonardo swung his sword downward. Raphael screamed as the blade tore through his right shoulder. He lost control of the bike. The front tire hit the edge of the bridge and kept going. The other three racers stopped at the edge of the bridge and watched as bike and rider disappeared into the foggy depths below.

"How fortuitous for us," Donatello commented, his usual quiet, calm voice now cold and calculating.

"He's done," Michelangelo said, voice dark and mischievous.

"These bodies are ours, boys," Leonardo said, his voice deep and echoing. He sheathed his sword. "The deed is done. He lost the war. It's time for us to take our rightful place."

The three brothers revved their engines and drove off, leaving everything behind in a cloud of smoke and dust.


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