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could catch him! On wheels, Casey was way too fast! He skated circles around Raph. He rolled over parked cars, smacking Raph with his hockey stick every time he came around.
    Once on his head!
    Another on his shell!
    And a third to the jaw! There was no way of stopping this spinning skate-storm of doom! All Raph could see was a revolving blur around him.
    He could feel his anger bubbling up in his throat.
    First his brothers push him too far.
    Now this kid pushes him down to the ground?
    Casey skated forward to finish him off, but Raph—rage coursing through him—recovered in time to grab Casey’s hockey stick and rip it away. He rolled upright and pinned Casey against the hood of a car. He grabbed him by his hockey pads and slammed his head down with a painful thud.
    â€œUgh!” Casey wheezed. “That hurt!”
    In a legendary fury, Raph roared. He put his foot down on Casey’s throat, and raised his
sai
in the air.
    He brought the blade down.
    And Casey Jones screamed—until he realized he was okay. Nothing happened.
    Raph couldn’t do it.
    â€œWhat am I doing? Maybe I do have anger issues,” Raph said, talking himself down. As he sheathed his
sais
and loosened his grip, the petrified Casey saw a way out.
    He flicked his wrist, releasing a crackling bolt of electricity from underneath his arm pads.
    The homemade electroshock weapon!
    A few thousand volts dropped Raph to his knees. He tumbled backward, nearly getting hit by a car in the process. He spun to dodge it, and when he turned back, Casey was already down the street—holding on to the bumper of a taxicab, skitching away to freedom.
    â€œYou ain’t seen the last of me, Turtle!” Raph heard Casey yell before disappearing around the corner.

April couldn’t believe her eyes: Casey Jones was actually in school! He had become a rare sight around Roosevelt High lately.
    April and her friend Irma walked up behind him. April was excited to see him after he’d missed their last few study sessions. “Well, well,” she said with a smile. “Casey Jones finally makes it to class! What a surprise! Ready for the big trig exam today?”
    â€œTrig exam?” he mumbled into his locker. “Oh yeah …”
    Casey didn’t turn around to talk to her as he normally would. It seemed like he was trying to hide something.
    â€œI was up all night,” he said, finally turning around. “Studying …”
    April gasped. Casey’s face was a swollen mess, completely covered in purple-and-black bruises!
    â€œReally? Did your homework punch you in the face?” she asked.
    Casey tried to cover. But the only thing he could come up with was “I had … uhhh … last-minute hockey practice.”
    â€œI thought the rink was closed after dark, ever since that mysterious fight broke out there a few weeks back,” Irma said, butting into their conversation. She pushed her glasses up, leaning in to take a closer look at Casey’s injuries. “So how exactly did you get those bruises, Casey? Huh?”
    â€œWhat are you, Irma, my interrogator?”
    Irma rolled her eyes at him, walking back to class. She tried to pull April along with her, but Casey managed to steal her for a quick moment.
    â€œI saw something crazy last night,” he whispered to her. “A mutant.”
    A dark look fell over April’s face.
    â€œC’mon, April,” she heard Irma nag from down the hall. “We’ve got our exam, and I will not be late this time!”
    Casey and April shared an apprehensive look. He desperately wanted to explain his whole bizarre night to her. But it was too late. … April was already off to class.

The popcorn was popped, and the guys were ready to settle in for a butt-numbing marathon of their favorite TV show. Donnie got comfy in his spot on the couch, until Mikey cannonballed into the cushion next to him, sending popcorn