(hiding under a table) I fear sequels… But, because you, my readers, wanted it, I'm writing one. (begging) Please like it!

So, let's get to the first chapter.

I hope it'll be nearly as good as its predecessor… Speaking of which, if anyone's reading this and has not read Suicide (I), you should read that first. It would make more sense, I believe.

Oh, and I should probably mention that this takes place eight months after the end of Suicide, nine months if you're counting the beginning. And the guys are sixteen now.

Disclaimer: I would wage war on Eastman and Laird for ownership of the TMNT, but during that time, all funds would have to go to fending me off and there'd be nothing left to make more episodes of our favorite show. So that's not a good idea, huh?


In the winter, a turtle had to be careful while outside. And that rule had yet to exclude the teenage mutant ninja variety. It was a shame, really. Leonardo enjoyed watching the snow fall gracefully from the sky; he loved to see it untouched on the ground, sloping gently over mountains and hilltops without a single footprint to mark its purity.

New York City, however, was not one of those places where it would be untouched. Here, snow was practically extinct. With the exception of a few piles of survivors you might find on rooftops and other frequently unpopulated places, all that was left of it was slush: gray and wet; dirty and malleable.

But those places, though he could and did see them often enough from a distance, were not the spots where Leo usually went. He actually spent most of his time, like the rest of his brothers, in the areas where no one would usually go. He seemed to have something in common with the snow.

It wasn't rain, but it was almost as calming, at least to him.

He really needed to head home. The sun was starting to go down. Leo usually didn't go topside when the sun was still out, none of them did, but as of lately, he'd felt a need to avoid the darkness.

It wasn't that he was afraid of the dark, he never had been, but darkness, in the last eight months, had frequently been more than a sign that night was coming…

And that, he was afraid of.

Leo sighed. As a child, Master Splinter had often reminded him and his brothers how important it was to confront their fears. And while Leo had done that, he'd still ended up avoiding the scariest thing he ever saw.

He had hidden it so deep within himself that no one ever knew what it was, even him. Somehow, somewhere along the way, he forgot it. And while it was a thing worth being forgotten, Leo paid dearly for it nine years later.

But he remembered now. And Raph, Mike, and Don knew now, too. It was amazing how beneficial that had become. He didn't have to hide it from them, like he'd hidden other feelings before in his life. They were there to help him when he needed it, and though Leo, like before, in some cases, still refused to accept some of their help, he was grateful for that.

Often however, he wondered if Splinter had ever known. As a six-year-old, Leo had witnessed a boy commit suicide. Though the memory eventually was repressed, he didn't think it had happened immediately.

Had his Sensei sensed something wrong with him? Leo was sure he must have. Had he perhaps seen it as well? Leo didn't think so. He remembered the rest of his brothers had been with his father-figure when they found him that day, and they weren't as screwed up as he'd turned out to be. Did Splinter ever ask him what had happened? What he saw? If so, Leo couldn't remember.

And that wasn't because that too was a repressed memory. It was simply because of the cursed fact that he'd been too young to remember that, along with the actuality that he might have been too upset at the time to do so.

He sure couldn't ask Splinter. He'd been dead for nearly a year now. It was late January. A couple more weeks, and the first year without him would be official. Naturally, everyone was a little depressed at the moment.

Leo bit his lip, heading for the nearest manhole cover in the alley to his right. He didn't have to go out in front of people; there was another alleyway that connected the two locations behind a shop. There was one way he could find out, and the desire to just get it over with gnawed at him from the inside every day.

After his death, when the turtles were cleaning out his room, they found that Splinter had left each one of them some items and a letter, in the case of his death. While they now all had taken their things, each in time, Leo had yet to open his letter.

Taped to his wall, it looked at him everyday. He was afraid to open it; feared that there could be more to his lost and found memory than he wanted to know. Raph often encouraged him to take a look at it, but Leo always declined, telling him he'd do it when he was ready.

But Splinter must've known something, Leo was sure of it. Even if he hadn't understood what had actually happened, he must've realized that something bad had happened that day, now ten years ago.

God, he missed Splinter. He had yet to find a healthy way to grieve for him though, but he didn't cut himself. That's what had led up to discovering what had happened. Raph had caught him one night, one katana slicing through his arm.

But he was trying.

Crying would've been a good way, but Leo could only manage to do that every once in a great while. The boy who had killed himself right before him had given him a little lesson about life before he died, and though he hated him for it, the words had stuck with him.

But slowly, with the help of his brothers, he was learning to reject those words. Leo tried to remind himself how lucky he was to have them. And he had April, Casey, and Leatherhead too, even if they weren't around as often.

And of course, he still had Logan.

Leo frowned, stopping by the manhole cover. Logan Acker was the boy who had swallowed rat poison and then jumped off the drainage junction ten years ago. He was dead. But, after Leo remembered those events eight months ago, he'd gone catatonic for a week. He still went catatonic sometimes, but never as long as that time.

The spells were unpredictable, as well as how long he'd be gone. Once, the blue-clad turtle had been fine for a month. Then, he'd go catatonic thrice in one day. Sometimes he was detached from the rest of the world for only a few minutes, other times, it'd be hours.

Only one thing stayed the same. Every time he went catatonic, Logan was there.

This wasn't the Logan Acker that had killed himself. According to this Logan, he was the darkness of Leonardo's mind.

But he still had the same traits. Just like the real Logan, this guy was scary. Perhaps even more daunting than the one he'd actually met.

Logan wasn't really a guy Leo liked to consider being there for him, even if he was around him as much as any good friend or family member. Logan was more like a very loud and nosy neighbor. He knew, and would, make his presence known whenever he felt like it. He also enjoyed reminding Leo of certain darker memories, not forgetting the main one, of course.

Shivering, and not just from the cold, Leo pushed the manhole cover aside. Even after eight months, he was still the only one who knew about the Logan in his head. His brothers knew about his catatonia, that was impossible to hide, but they didn't know all that went on in his head.

Mikey did know about the dark side. That was what Logan had called it. Leo didn't know why, but he talked to his youngest brother more about what happened there than Donny or Raph. But he didn't include Logan, of course. Mike was actually a great help. The 'game' he played when Leo would sometimes repeat other's words seemed to bring him out of it most of the time.

But if things got really bad, like when Leo saw the memory again, he tended to go see Donatello. Sometimes, that memory would be twisted around: shown from different viewpoints; combined with other thoughts. Once, Leo thought he could feel the blood, even after he was back. Don would talk to him, try to calm him down. He was better at that.

And he went to Raph when Logan told him something about himself that he feared was true. And while, like everyone else, his red-banded brother didn't know it was 'Logan' that had told him such things, he was always sure to explain to Leo that it wasn't true. It worked, for the most part. But Leo still had his doubts.

Finally, pushing the manhole cover aside, Leo took one last look at the winter scene before going into the sewer. He really needed to go home. When he was gone for more than two hours without a word, he tended to worry his brothers, whose first thought would be that he'd gone catatonic while topside and was freezing to death.

He'd finally gotten his swords back from Raph a few months ago, but, although he was still the leader, his brother threatened to take them away again if he ever tried to do something stupid. And while going catatonic wasn't something he tried to do, getting away from the lair was.

He was still the same old Leo, and Raph was still the same hotheaded Raph, but the two had changed a little, becoming more like each other every day. Leo still had yet to decide if that were a good thing or not.

As loud as New York was, all seemed quiet as he watched some snowflakes drift lazily to earth. Smiling softly, he reached out his hand; palm upturned, and caught a few. Since he was cold-blooded, they didn't dissolve as quickly as they would have if he were a human. The patterns, small as they were and therefore hard to see, were nevertheless beautiful. Leo tried to remember them as they slowly began to melt against his skin.

With a satisfied sigh, he wiped the water off his hand and jumped into the sewer, pulling the lid above him closed as he did so. As he headed home, Leo tried to think of the snow; good things, happier things, but all he could think about was the feeling that good times would soon be up.


Above him, on the surface, the sun started to slowly creep beneath the horizon. And while it went, even though the moon was shining and the lights of New York were lighting its streets, the sky began to grow darker. Bit by bit, the sun vanished and with each piece of light lost, the darkness spread and grew.

It reached out everywhere, and though it barely affected the bright buildings, it slipped into alleys and darkened corners, gradually deepening to blackness.

The darkness, though without heart, mind, or body, is patient. And everyday, it waits however long it needs to for its turn to rule over the light.


Please tell me that didn't suck!

I mean, it is a prologue, and prologues basically explain what's happened since the last story, right? Well, if it's a sequel… you know what I mean!

But it wasn't horrible, was it? It's not like I'm expecting a standing ovation, but it was at least decent, right?

Please tell me! Just review! Please!