In honor of the just passed holiday, a new chapter!

Discalimer: Yeah, okay, I don't own this fight scene; it's from the movie. But I just had to put it in. Seemed like it fit, ya know?

It was Halloween, but the demons Raf was facing weren't the ones you could hand candy to and wish them good-night and a safe holiday.

She's wrong, she's wrong, she's wrong.

These words had been chasing each other around Raf's mind since their conversation on the roof of her home. Unable to listen to her describe how much she loved him, he had fled the scene, making his exit so quickly and quietly that it had seemed to her he literally vanished into thin air. He hadn't, of course, and he hadn't gone far, either. He waited around as she called his name a couple of times, then gave up and went back inside her room. He'd taken off for good when she'd closed her window.

As he perched on the corner of a huge theatre, the things she had said the previous evening ran around in his head, rattling his brain. She had made Leo seem all great and wonderful, while turning him into the bad guy. Well, who could blame her? After all, she was Leo's girlfriend. She should be expected to stand up for him, defending his honor, as was only fair. He would have done the same for her. But she was so blinded by her love, that she couldn't see reason, Raf was sure. He was the only one who saw things how they were, and he was all alone in his views, as usual. Well, he was better off doing his own thing anyway, and not bending to the infantile rules of his broken home.

A movement on the rooftops nearby made him turn his head.

Great,he thought as his eyes fell on Leo's figure, silhouetted against the cloudy sky, bandana tails flapping in the slight breeze. This is exactly what I needed.

Fortunately for him, he was dressed up as the Nightwatcher, so his brother had no idea who he was, but all the same, he hated the sight of him, and getting up, he took off over the rooftops, every now and then looking over his shoulder to see him following, trying to catch up. He led him on a wild goose chase through Chinatown, which was rather dangerous because of the amount of lights and all the people that could see them, but he had hoped that maybe by running into the middle of traffic, he could throw Leo off, who would have preferred to stay in the shadows. But it was in vain, as he was jumping from neon sign to neon sign behind him. He scaled the fire escape of an apartment building, and headed over the rooftops again. As raindrops began to fall, he could hear Leo's feet slapping the concrete and shingles, and realized he wasn't going to give up.

He reached the edge of a building that said Red Eye Club in red glowing letters, and found he had nowhere left to run. The buildings around it were all too far away to jump to, and Leo was blocking his only way back. He had no choice. He was going to have to stand and fight.

"I want you to know," Leo began, yelling over the rain. "I appreciate your intentions, but you can't change the world like this."

Like what? Seeing that the bad guys didn't get away? He was doing all right, as far as he could see.

I don't believe this, he thought as Leo continued talking, though he couldn't hear very well because of his helmet. He's lecturin' me!

Who did he think he was? That because he was their leader that he could boss the whole city around? Did he really expect the Nightwatcher, the rogue hero of New York City, to listen to him? The Nightwatcher didn't listen to anybody. He followed his own rules.

"…so I'm going to give you this one chance to just walk away, and stop this vigilante nonsense!" Leo was saying.

Raf stayed quiet, because he knew that if he spoke, Leo would surely recognize his voice, and his whole cover would be blown. Actions spoke louder than words anyway.

Okay, Leo. Time to teach you a lesson, he thought as he pulled the chains he usually used for weapons out from behind him. The metal balls at the ends hit the ground with a loud clank!

Leo got it immediately.

"Look, trust me when I tell you, you don't want to do this," he said calmly, trying to avoid a fight.

But the fight had found him.

Oh, yes I do, Leo. You got no idea.

He lunged, lashing out at his brother with the chains. Leo dodged the attacks easily.

"Okay, well. I see you've got quite a temper!" he said, his hands in fists in front of him.

Raf tried again, and he missed again, Leo backflipping out of his reach.

"Hey, have you ever done this before?"

He was taunting him, and it only made Raf angrier. He responded by throwing them out in front of him, hoping to smash his opponent in the stomach with the ends, but again, Leo jumped out of the way.

"Oh, come on," he yelled. "You callthat an attack?"

He hated to admit it, but the year training in Central America had served his brother well. Most of the opponents Raf faced were down and out with just one of those attacks. But while he had experience and skill on his side, he lacked motive and drive, which was exactly what Raf had working in his favor. He had a reason to beat the snot out of his brother, even if he only got to do it as the Nightwatcher. He tried one last attack, which Leo cartwheeled out of, and vanished from his sight. He looked around, trying to see where Leo had gone, and then realized there was only one place he could be: behind him. He whirled around and sure enough, there he was, but he was just standing there. He didn't say anything; he just smirked, and somehow, that angered Raf more than if he had actually insulted him.

Okay, so the chains weren't going to work. Leo was way too swift for them. He would have to kick his brother's shell another way.

He held his fists up in front of him, bending his knees in the traditional fighting stance. Leo raised his arms to the sky, as if thanking the heavens.

"All right!" he yelled. "Finally, some excitement!"

And he brought his fists down, copying Raf. They faced off, then Raf raced forward.

The first punch he swung missed, and Leo jumped up, kicking him hard in the face. His helmet protected him from most of the blow, but that didn't mean he wasn't still dazed. He quickly recovered his equilibrium, and fought back. They kicked, punched, and tried to knock each other out, neither one successful.

"Funny thing about anger," Leo grunted, dodging another potential blow. He blocked Raf's elbow with his arm, a move that probably saved him a blackened eye. "If you let it consume you, soon enough…"

He ducked under Raf's arm, which had swung around from the side. The motion of his arm spun him around almost one hundred and eighty degrees, which gave Leo a chance to get out of his way, and disappear behind him.

"You'll loose sight of everything," he finished. Raf knew where his voice was coming from, and brought his elbow around. If he had connected with anything, he would have broken Leo's jaw, but Leo ducked again. Raf looked down, but he was too slow. Leo's fist crashed into his chin, sending him flying straight upwards and knocking his helmet off. He turned over in mid-air, just so he wouldn't land on his back, which wasn't a smart move either, because he came down hard on his chest, his helmet landing a few feet away. He stayed down, catching his breath.

"Finally," said Leo. "We meet face-to-face, Nightwatcher."

Raf groaned as he got to his feet, partly because he really was hurting, partly to make Leo let his guard down a little bit. The tails of his red mask, which he usually kept twisted up inside his helmet, had fallen down his back, and Leo saw these before the rest of his brother's head.

"Raf?" he asked as he straightened up. He approached his brother, disbelief etched onto his face. "What?"

Raf turned his head just a little, to get an idea where his brother was. When he came within range, his heavy metal boot shot out, connected with his stomach, and sent him flying backwards into an air-conditioning unit. Fine. There was no helmet to hide under now, so he was just going to have to confront him, and tell him how things were on the other side of the river.

"You are so smug, you know that?" he yelled as Leo picked himself up and spat out a mouthful of rainwater and spit. "You think the world revolves around you, don't you? That we couldn't possibly survive without the mighty and powerful Leonardo to guide us through our problems, huh? Well I gotta newsflash for ya. We got along just fine without you!"

"Oh yeah, and this qualifies as 'just fine'?" Leo shot back. "Dressing up like it's Halloween every night, and risking the safety of our family? I mean, come on Raf, what were you thinking?"

Raf's voice was a growl as he shook the rain out of his eyes.

"Don't push it, Leo. You can't leave home and come back expecting us to fall in line again, like your little soldiers!"

He spat out the last word like a curse, because that was exactly how Leo was treating them. He wanted them to follow his every word and command, exactly as if they were his little army.

"Then what should I expect from you, huh? And I was training! Training to be a better leader! For you!" He grunted in frustration. "Why do you hate me for that?"

"And whoever said I wanted to be lead? I'm better off callin' my own shots now, so get used to it!"

"You aren't ready!" Leo snapped. They were circling each other now. "You're impatient, and you're hot-tempered…" he ticked off his fingers, "…and more importantly, I'm better than you."

He hadn't meant it, of course. But too late: the words were out of his mouth, and there was no point trying to apologize. Raf wouldn't believe him, because he knew that was exactly how he felt, and trying to convince him otherwise was futile. Besides, both his pride and his temper were stoked up too high to back down now.

His red-masked brother laughed coldly. He was right; A.J. was wrong, and the Grand Master himself had just proved it.

"Oh, you know somethin' bro? I'd have to disagree with you on that one." He drew his sai out from behind him and beckoned Leo with the blade. Come on, he thought. Your hand-to-hand technique's improved, now let's see how good ya are wit' your steel.

Leo shook his head. He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to fight his own brother.

"Don't do this, Raf."

The eyes that glared back at him appeared red in the light, and were blazing just as hot, not a stitch of doubt in them.

"I'm done takin' orders," he snarled.

Leo sighed. Very well, if that was what he wanted, so be it. Better teach him a sound lesson right here and now than wait for it to get even uglier.

He reached behind his head and drew out his swords. They paused, waiting, staring each other down, then they charged at each other. The air rang as steel clashed against steel, the crossing of their blades splitting the night like lightening. Everything they knew, all their knowledge of their craft, they brought into this one fight. They slashed, sparred, stabbed, blocked, and rebounded, their wild screams accompanied by the sounds of their feet on the concrete, their blades as they met, and the rain on Leo's skin and Raf's metal costume. At last, locked in a furious stalemate, they battled each other's strength, trying to see who would give out first. A sound made Leo snatch a quick look at his swords, and he saw that they were bending, unable to withstand the pressure Raf and his sai were putting on them. In a flash, before he could think, Raf had given one final push and the blades were broken, leaving him staring at the stubs that were left.

Raf jumped up, kicked his defenseless brother to the ground, and pinned him down, one of his sai pressing into his throat. It was in this moment, when Leo's life flashed before his eyes, that someone screamed.

"LEO!"

Both their heads turned to locate the source of the scream, and saw, several stories down, A.J. on the sidewalk across the street. She had been riding her bike home from work, and she was soaking wet from the rain, her hair pulled back and plastered to her head like a helmet, her white school blouse drenched and see-through.

"Raf, no!" she screamed again.

Raf turned away from her. Everything was a red film, and that was all he could see. He pulled his arm back, the one that had held the sai to Leo's throat, and prepared to plunge it into him. He wouldn't be able to get to his heart, the plastron was too hard, but if he aimed right, he might be able to punch a hole into his windpipe. His eyes narrowed to mere slits.

Leo stared into his brother's pitiless eyes, hardly daring to believe that it was going to end this way. His own brother was going to kill him. His own brother, whom he had admired and respected their entire lives. The brother he loved.

"Take care of her," he whispered, flinching when Raf pulled his arm back. Down in the street, unseen by them, A.J. covered her eyes, sure that this was the end of her lover. She knew that, even though it was not her being stabbed, she would feel the blade all the same. She would feel the pain as his soul was ripped from hers; she didn't need to see his blood spilled. Together, with eyes closed and hearts beating in perfect rhythm, they waited for the moment when they would be separated.

It never came. Staring from his brother beneath him, to the girl down on the street, it all came crashing down on Raf so hard it took his breath away. A.J. had been right all along. It wasn't Leo who was stuck-up and arrogant and thought only about himself. He wasn't the one who had brought all this chaos and unhappiness to his family. He wasn't the one who wanted everyone to do what he said, and not have to follow any rules in turn.

It was himself. He was to blame. He was the one who was blind. He was the one who was responsible for all this.

And now he was going to kill his own brother? What kind of monster was he?

The red film disappeared, and the anger evaporated from his face. What the shell did he think he was doing? Killing Leo wouldn't make A.J. love him, nor would it bring their family any closer together, or his burden easier to bear. He backed slowly off, allowing Leo to open his eyes, realize that these weren't his final moments after all, and get to his feet. They stared at each other, both silent, no one knowing what to say. All Raf could do was shake his head, staring at Leo in horror about what he had almost done, and what he had almost destroyed.

The sound of tires screeching to a halt down on the street broke the spell. They heard A.J. scream again, and they both ran to the edge of the club's roof, just in time to see a man step out of a black car and pull A.J. into it, kicking and screaming, but to no avail. The tires squealed again, and the car took off down the road at breakneck speed.

"A.J.!" Leo yelled, and they realized what had happened. Their worst fears, the ones Mikey had been the first to alert them to, had been confirmed. The founders of the Orphan Train must have figured out somehow that she was alive, and now they were kidnapping her again, to finish what they had begun.

"Come on!" yelled Raf, but Leo stopped him.

"We can't go anywhere," he pointed out, indicating the huge void of space between them and the next buildings. "We need Mikey and Donny. We need to fight as a team."

Watching the car speed away down the street, every ounce of him was screaming to follow it, by any means necessary. But, grudgingly, he knew Leo was right. Four heads were definitely better than two.

Oh shit...