Author's Note: I'm not dead! I'm so sorry for the long wait, I had a terrible case of writer's block plus other things kept getting in the way. But now I'm back and finally posting chapter 5 of Voices of the Past! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles; I'm just a fan who likes to write stories.


(Michael's POV)

I'm heading home, just minding my own business when suddenly I find myself surrounded by a bunch of thugs – Purple Dragons from the looks of them – oh man, and did they pick the wrong guy to ambush. Because you see I'm not just some helpless kid, with my fighting skills I'm tougher than most adults! Although… I'm not exactly sure where I learned this stuff; add that to the list of lost memories. Anyway, after kicking their butts I get the odd feeling that I'm being watched; deciding that I'm just being paranoid I ignore it and continue to run home.

After I finally get home (and my guardians finally stop freaking out) I head upstairs to my room. Then I get out my favourite pen and start writing in my journal. Once I'm done writing I take out my laptop and start chatting with my online friends:


MikeTheAmnesiac:

Hey guys! You won't believe what just happened; I just saw these turtles-

RadPuppyNinja:

Dude, you woke me up for TURTLES?!

MikeTheAmnesiac:

Not just turtles 6 FOOT TALKING TURTLES with NINJA WEAPONS!

And why were you asleep anyway? It's only 8:45 pm!

RadPuppyNinja:

Ninja turtles… Really? Is this some kind of joke? And for your information I have to get up at 5am tomorrow so I need as much sleep as I can get.

RogueSushi:

Mike, are you high on something? If so can I have some too?

XD JK I don't want any.

RadPuppyNinja:

You are one weird sushi roll…

MikeTheAmnesiac:

GUYS! I'm being completely serious! Oh, and Rogue? Just so you know I don't approve of drug abuse.

RogueSushi:

You're no fun :(

Just as I'm about to reply, I see something outside my window.

MikeTheAmnesiac:

I need to get going; talk to you later!


TO BE CONTINUED…