Surprise! Guess who decided to add two more chapters to the length of Suicide? Me! That's right; after this chapter, there will not be one chapter left, but three! Yay!
See, it was taking too long for me to write a simple chapter, so I broke it into two pieces to update quicker. But then, I realized that would leave me with an odd number of chapters, and I can't stand that! Unless it's three or a number that ends with five, I cannot have an odd number of chapters!
(shoulders slump) Yeah, I think I figured out where my writer's block for Dead of Night drifted off to. Do I need to spell it out for you? I do? Okay. S-U-I-C-I-D-E.
But anyways, I guess I'll just get to writing now. 'Kay, everyone ready? Then let's begin!
Disclaimer: I had a dream once that I owned the TMNT. But sadly, that's exactly what it was. Only a dream.
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For a reason he couldn't justify completely, Donny found that he kept looking at the time. The little digits of the clock changed slightly, as if it had been waiting for him to look its way so it could show off.
8:36. Almost thirty-six hours since Raph had found Leo and dragged the memory out of him. They met up with them on there way to help Raph search, finding that he'd already found their brother.
Raph didn't tell them what he'd heard until they had brought Leo back home safely to the lair. The blue-banded turtle hadn't moved from his bed since.
Donny had had his suspicions, so he wasn't surprised when they turned out to be correct. The purple-clad turtle was just happy he'd been the one around when it was proven. He didn't know how his brothers would've handled the situation at the time.
Basically, Leo had gone catatonic. The next morning, Don had been checking up on him when Leo woke up. But he didn't do anything else.
Sighing, Don returned to his task at the present. It was his turn to watch their brother. It had also been that next morning when he realized the cut on Leo's arm had gotten in an infection.
Checking it again, he saw that it was worse and began to clean it out again. He was thankful that Leo was catatonic at the moment. He'd never really been a good patient.
He found a clean bandage; pure white and devoid of small, light patches of blood. Don lifted his brother's arm and unwrapped the old bandage.
Leo never moved. Not as if he was expecting him too.
In fact, besides the gentle rise and fall of his chest, Leo only moved when the strength of the infection that had a hold on him overpowered his body. He only slept when his fever forced him into unconsciousness.
Looking in the clock, Don saw that he still had almost an hour before Mikey came. Turning back to Leo, he bowed his head and cried.
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"Hey, bro." Mikey spoke softly. There was a small smile on his face, but anyone could tell it was being forced. "I can watch Leo now. I made you and Raph some sandwiches. They're on the table, if you're hungry."
Donny stood up. "Thanks, Mikey."
"No problem."
No other words were said. Donny left the room; Mikey took his former seat by Leo's bed.
Slowly, Don walked to his lab. Out of habit, he turned on his computer and opened the Internet. The screen sat still before him. Then, he reached out to type in the search engine's search box.
Ever since he'd heard the story, several things had been bothering him. The kid Leo met… who was he? The boy had had a huge impact on Leo's life; in effect, their lives. They needed to know more about him. Like why he thought Leo, at six years old, would be like him.
After almost twenty minutes of searching, he found a newspaper article dating back nine years. There was a school picture of a teenaged boy; he was wearing a slight smile, but like the unusual one Mike had worn minutes ago, you could tell it was forced. He had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes that stared through the viewer like they could tell everything about them just from a glance.
And from the way Leo had described him, that could have possibly been true. Don knew immediately that this was the boy.
He started reading the article.
TRAGEDY IN THE SEWERSThe body of Logan Acker (14) was found in the sewers one week ago on the eighth of October. Autopsy results have come back showing that there was so struggle. The report also states that there was a very considerable amount of rat poison found in Acker's blood and organs. That, along with the tremendous quantity of water found in his lungs, could be the cause of death, but the police are investigating further on the massive wound found on Acker's head, which caused severe head trauma.
The NYPD is not giving any information as to this case being investigated as a homicide or a suicide.
Logan Acker leaves behind his father, Paul Acker, and twin brothers, Scott and Henry (13), in his memory. Paul Acker, a businessman, was away at the time of his son's death. He described his son as 'responsible and perspicacious well beyond his years'. Younger brother Henry says, "Logan was a great guy. I could never have asked for a better big brother. I just wish I'd been a better little brother." A teary-eyed Scott said only one thing about his brother. "I miss him." The message is short, but a powerful reminder to families everywhere to cherish every moment with their loved ones.
The Acker family has arranged a funeral for Logan at Hope Memorial on this Saturday at 4:00 PM.
Don sadly shook his head. The media had no respect for the grieving.
He didn't know if the police had ever found out what the case truly was; a suicide or a murder, but he knew it had been in fact two suicides and a murder.
Logan had killed his spirit, but that suicide went unnoticed, just like Leo's had for so long. Then he killed his body. It was that one that led to the murder.
Nine years ago, when Logan decided to take his life, he'd taken Leo's with him.
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It was different every time. And it scared the crap out of him every time. The day he met the boy replayed in his head over and over again, never letting him stop.
Sometimes he was a six-year-old meeting the suicidal teenager, other times he was fifteen and reliving the event in his own body. Sometimes, it'd switch. The six-year-old would know what was happening while the older turtle was witnessing it for the first time.
Even scarier, he started seeing the memory from his point of view. Every time he fell in the water, he felt as if the water was real, his lungs filling with water and blood. Leo wished it were a dream every time.
But instead of waking up, it would start all over again.
This time was different though. This time, Leo started in the water. His memories were getting shifted around, he knew. At all times, the boy had been the only one in the water, but this time, Leo was there too. He felt somewhat better that he was watching this in his own body.
But then he saw the boy down there. And he was still alive. And just like when he was talking to him in those last few minutes, he'd never wiped the blood from his nose.
All Leo could do was stare.
Then the boy spoke to him. His voice was clear, as if he wasn't under the waters.
"Welcome to your dark side."
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Lately, I've been mad because no one's been updating. Then a little voice went off in my head. It sounded like this: 'Neither have you, you bonehead!'
Uh! I'm so sorry that this chapter was so short! Please forgive me! You'd think that with all the time I've had lately, I could've done better. But I couldn't! I've failed! (runs off crying)
(comes back) Please review! (runs off crying again)