The ShellRaiser careens out into the New York streets, following the Party Wagon in hot pursuit.

"Donnie, slow 'em down," Leonardo orders.

"Taking out the trash," Donatello calls.

He pulls a lever, firing garbage balls at the elusive van. Doctor Rockwell swerves the Party Wagon out of the way. Every shot misses.

"Deploying battering ram!" Leonardo shouts.

The ShellRaiser gets closer as the battering ram deploys at the front. It smashes into the back of the Party Wagon repeatedly.

Rockwell growls and shifts gears as he readies his own weapon. "That's close enough, turtles. He punches a button, sending black sludge onto the street behind the van.

"Oil slick! Oil slick!" Donatello screams as the ShellRaiser careens out of control.

The Party Wagon zooms away. The ShellRaiser whips around a corner before tipping over and screeching to a halt. As silence falls, Michelangelo struggles beneath Leatherhead and Pigeon Pete's combined weight. Diaval helps him out, lifting the turtle to his feet. The orange-masked turtle's arms tremble as he looks over at his brothers, tears in his eyes.

"They got away with Raph...with Des. We promised we wouldn't let Shredder get her again, dudes," he says, morose. Diaval lowers his head, his lips pursing.

Donatello shoves open the doors, allowing him and Leonardo to pop out onto the vehicle's side. "At least we know where they're going," the purple-masked turtle says.

Leonardo keeps his sharp sapphire glare on a spot in the distance as his fists clench. "Looks like we're gonna do what Raph wanted after all; take the fight to Shredder," he says, his voice deep and dangerous.

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Raphael lets out a groan as he opens his eyes, a bright light shining down on him.

"Where am I?" he mumbles, blinking a few times.

He cranes his neck to the left, just able to see Slash and Rockwell standing at attention. When he looks right, he finds Destiny lying on a table right beside him, cuffed tightly with frightened tears welling in her eyes. Seeing her makes him feel a little more hopeful. She's awake, which means...

"Des, use your wolf! Bust out!" he urges, a whispered yell in his voice. 

She trembles and shakes her head. "T-They numbed me...I can't. I'm too w-weak..."

"Destiny, don't panic. We're getting out of here. You're going to be fine." He thrashes against the bindings once. "We promised you. I'm holding to—" He yells as he tugs again. "I'm holding to that promise."

"R-Raph..." she whimpers, so soft he can barely hear it. "I...I'm s-scared..."

She lowers her head, tears running down her face. He grunts and keeps pulling against his bindings, trying to free himself. There's a whirring sound and the tables tilt upwards so that they're at an angle instead of lying flat. Raphael can now see Baxter Stockman standing before them while Emery and Tiger Claw spectate nearby.

Raphael's heart starts to pound faster and he again looks to his brainwashed friends. "Slash, Rockwell, snap out of it!" he pleads.

"It'zz no uzze," Stockman buzzes as he flits closer to the tables. He holds a wide-brimmed glass jar in his arms. "With my mind control zzerum courzzzing through their brainzz, rezzistance izz futile!"

The fly throws his hand up, trying to look heroic. Emery lets out a purr of laughter at the failed attempt as she spins her pistol in her hand, dragging a rag over the surface rhythmically.

"I'm really lousy at taking orders. Ask Leo," Raphael snaps.

Stockman lets out a few incessant noises of amusement. "We'll see."

He reaches into the jar and lifts up a squirming worm in a pair of tongs. His pixelated eyes flicking to Destiny and she squeezes her eyes shut. Her hand keeps flexing, closing and opening as if trying to grasp an invisible hand.

"Okay, that is disgusting," Raphael grimaces.

Stockman moves to Destiny, the worm wriggling as he gets closer and closer. "Zzzhredder never liked that you got away," he reminisces. "Conzzider thizz a redo. No talking or traitorouzz archerzz will help you thizz time."

Emery lets out a short, harsh laugh. Destiny tenses, but refuses to look up. Stockman nods to Slash and the turtle grips the wolf mutant's head, forcing her up. Her reddened eyes flicker open and widen as the mutant fly nears.

"Don't even think about it!" Raphael shouts, starting to struggle again. "You did enough to her before! STOP IT!"

Stockman cackles as he lets the brain worm crawl into Destiny's wolf ear. She screams, filling the laboratory with the heartbreaking cacophony as it echoes into every tunnel leading from it. Raphael's eyes widen in terror as her screams cut off and she falls limp, her breathing shallow. The red-masked turtle growls as his vision blurs red.

"You freaks! You'll pay for this!" he threatens, his biceps bulging with pent up rage.

Stockman readies another worm as Slash steadies the turtle's head. All Raphael can do is scream.

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Raphael comes to as he's thrown to the floor of an unfamiliar room. Destiny lands beside him with a groan and he immediately pushes himself up and crawls to her, his head throbbing dully. Emery and Tiger Claw turn and leave through a set of doors between two large statues while Stockman drones, hovering near the captured teens.

"Des? Destiny, are you still with me?" Raphael asks, pulling her up into his arms.

"R-Raph..." she trembles, her eyelashes growing moist with tears again. Her hand clutches the edge of his plastron near his lightning bolt chip. "My head...hurts..."

"Welcome to your new home, mutants," a menacing voice sounds from the far end of the room, sending shivers up both Raphael and Destiny's spines.

"Shredder," Raphael says.

The armoured man turns, looking faintly amused by the turtle's protectiveness over the girl in his arms. A dark chuckle escapes Shredder's mouth from behind his helmet.

"Or should I say...welcome back, Destiny," he says. "Don't worry, nothing is breaking you out this time. I made sure of it."

Raphael clutches Destiny's head, tucking it beneath his chin, but then his fingers brush something cold and metallic on her neck. He brushes her hair out of the way, allowing him to see that she has strange metal prongs attached to the skin of her neck. He touches one of them and it sends little shockwaves of electricity up his arm. He jolts. Destiny's face scrunches up and she clings to him even tighter than before.

Raphael pulls away and gets to his feet, his teeth grinding as he turns his burning glare towards Shredder. "You're going to pay for this," he growls, readying his sais.

He lets out a battle cry and rushes at his enemy, but right before his sai can do any damage, Shredder utters a single word that makes his arm freeze in midair. "Stop," he orders. Raphael struggles, his arm quivering but not moving as Shredder's eyes glint. "Now...bow to me."

Raphael's eyes widen, his pupils dilating, but then he blinks as his eyes go completely white. He drops to his knees, reverent to his new master. Destiny's parted lips tremble and a few more tears escape her as she stares at Raphael.

"R-Raph..."

Shredder laughs as he moves towards the girl, stopping directly in front of her. "Get up," he orders.

She flinches, but turns her face to the floor and doesn't obey. Shredder grips her jaw and forces her head up to look at him, the sheer hatred in his eyes making her feel like her blood has filled with ice.

"This time, you will succeed in the plans I chose for you so long ago," he promises, making her have to swallow a whimper of fear. "I took extra precautions for you, dog."

She shudders, her head starting to ache more and more. Shredder grips her arm tightly and yanks her to her feet, glaring at her as she again refuses to meet his eyes. She tries to fight it, but that same spiralling pain is returning, making her body become rigid and unfeeling. Her heart breaks.

"Obey," Shredder growls.

Her eyes go white, her body releasing its tension as her face is wiped of all emotion. He releases her, amused, and takes a few steps back. Raphael is still on his knees, patiently waiting for the next order.

"Attack me, both of you."

They launch into action immediately, their moves calculated and fierce. Shredder avoids each one with ease, his excitement growing with every passing minute.

"Harder. Without mercy," he orders.

The brainwashed teens obey.