Author's Note: This is the sequel to 1056 Hours but if you want to skip all the torture and just jump straight into the long road to (possible?) recovery or their demise (which ever comes first!) please go straight ahead. Let me know what you think and... enjoy? Is that the right word?!

Any way, here's the little teaser.

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Prologue

The Master watched the lazily rotating circle on the computer screen before him as his precious collection of videos were sent off into the great void of the viral world, the emails moving from "pending" to "sent" one by one. As he waited for the last collection to send he opened one of his favourite videos and watched in pleasure as Blue thrashed against his bonds as the red hot grid fell down onto its exposed plastron. Those beautiful blue eyes widened as a brutal scream erupted from its hoarse throat.

The hidden cameras had captured every tantalising detail, from the pulsing of the turtle's neck as its heart beat sped up to the way the plastron plates slowly melted under the searing heat of the metal.

His grin widening, the Master watched as the turtle's spirit finally broke, all hope leaving its form and its entire being finally submitting to the Master. It was truly a memorable moment.

For forty-four days he had managed to contain the mutants, manipulating their minds and breaking their bodies yet he didn't manage to kill them.

At this thought the Master's smile faded, morphing into a slight frown. At first he had believed his revenge would be more appetising if the broken shells remained of the turtles, however he was beginning to have his doubts. It all felt messy, too hastily done as if his lust had spiralled out of control removing the purpose of his plans. That was not what he intended.

He wanted to draw out their suffering, to maximise their pain and strain the essence of what made them human-like so that they would fall to the level of mere animals, thus attacking their pride and honour.

But there was no satisfaction from that.

The Master wanted – no – needed to see the fruits of his labour. He wanted to find them and finish them off, to watch as the four mutants' lives faded from their eyes and watch their horror as he re-entered into their lives.

Once again the sinister smile crept upon his lips.

Perhaps that was the answer. Perhaps he should find his pets once more and remind them of their place before he snapped their necks. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. Yes, that could be the answer…

The final email finished sending and the Master turned his attention back to the screen.

Now to begin a new plan. He could probably track them down to their home within a week if he so desired, he had the connections to track old phone signals and crack the protective measures on the phones he still had in his possession, however he knew that a week was not long enough to allow the creatures to regain some of their bearings, what if… The Master tapped a finger in impatience. What if he waited to his prey emerged of their own accord. If they did not resurface, he would have done his job and broken them forever, but if they did… That would mean they were gaining confidence and that would be the best time to strike.

With a few taps on the keyboard the screen blinked to black and the Master pushed himself away from the desk. He had a plan.

He knew it would take a lot of resources to keep a watch out across the city and another long period of planning and lying in wait, yet he was a patient man. He had waited this long to claim his vengeance, he could wait a little longer to achieve the best results.

He had only just begun.

For now it was out of his hands, but when he made his return, he would finally lay his memories to rest and claim his vengeance.

With purposeful steps he approached the small photo frame upon the shelf and took in the crumpled picture behind the glass, taking in the face which would never age and tried to control the rage boiling beneath the surface.

He would get his revenge, it was simply a matter of waiting and maintaining control of the situation.

The turtles would fall at his hand, of that he was now certain.

After these hard years he would finally set the record straight.

Those freaks would die, and it would be their own doing.

Their fate had been sealed from the moment the Master had received that call. He knew who was truly to blame and he had never forgotten the shadows which he had glimpsed many missions ago.

Four colours.

One blue.

One red.

One purple.

One orange.

The enemies he had sworn to hunt down.

Their time was nearing the end.

So here it is, the start of the sequel. Hang on as it's going to be a bumpy ride! As always, reviews are greatly appreciated.

See ya soon,

LL99 Out.