Disclaimer: The Power Rangers and related characters belong to
Saban, but since Saban can't write worth a damn, I'm gonna use them ;)
The characters of Cerina, Zaria, the High Council, and the chi'Railnae,
the Six-made-One, are copyrighted (C) 1996, 1997 Tora-chan Productions.
If you don't like descriptions of child abuse, you prolly don't need to
read this. Rated Yipe! by all the humorless polititians out there who embrace
censorship. CENSORSHIP SUXS!!! 1ST AMENDMENT!!!!!! ;)
Two beings relived memories of the past...
"Zordon, Eltar was doomed from the start; you can't blame
yourself!"
IT'S NOT ELTAR THAT I THINK OF, ALPHA. A sigh, deep and
driven with sadness, echoed through the Command Center.
"None of us could have saved her, Zordon. We know how much
she meant to you---to all of us. We tried, but-"
NO, ALPHA, SHE WAS MY RESPONSIBILITY. I SHOULD HAVE DIED IN
HER PLACE. I DID NOT TRY-
"Zordon, we all tried to save her! But not even Dulcea or
Ninjor could have-"
IT IS ENOUGH, ALPHA. I SHALL BE IN THE MEDITATION CHAMBER
SHOULD YOU...NEED...ME.
Another sigh. "Aye yi yi, Zordon, please quit blaming
yourself. There was nothing any of us could do."
Outside, the storm broke, and it began to rain.
* * * * *
Below the mountains in Angel Grove, a young teenager fought
not the evil creatures of space, but a creature in his mind.
** help me **
** help me find my father...**
Tommy Oliver bolted straight up in his bed, screaming. Sweat
poured down his muscular chest despite the coolness in his
room. Gradually, as he began to wake up, he realized what
was happening and threw a pillow across the room angrily.
"Damn," he cursed. The voice, so familiar yet so strange,
had been haunting him for weeks now. As he stared out at the
thunderstorm, he began to wonder if he was going insane.
He heard the door open and slam shut downstairs, then the
shuffling footsteps going towards the kitchen. Bottles
rustled and clanked around; Tommy knew instinctively what
was going on, and he sighed heavily. "Tonight's shot to
hell," he murmered, sitting in the floor to meditate.
Thunder rumbled around him, and he prayed for morning to
come.
* * * *
High above the suffering Earth, Rita Repulsa was pacing the
throne room impatiently. "Goldar!!!!!" she screamed,
plunking her bottom down in the throne.
Goldar came scuttling in, grumbling to himself. "Yes,
Empress?" the warrior asked in his gravely voice, rolling
his beady eyes.
"You gold baboon! You took your sweet time getting here! Now
stop griping and listen to me! Go get me the chi' Railnae
and bring her here!"
He stared at her in shock. "But, Empress, we don't have the
coin anymore! We can't summon her!"
"Then go get the coin, you moron! That little traitor Tommy
still has it, and... "She walked over to her telescope and
peered into it. "Ha! This is perfect! He's at his weakest
now!" She whirled around, an evil grin on her face. " Now get
down there and take the coin from that white mite!"
As he left for battle, Rita called after him, "And, Goldar, I don't
want to see him alive again."
* * * * * *
Tommy stumbled down the stairs wearily, his vision blurred
from lack of sleep. He had finally drifted back to sleep,
but the odd voice kept haunting him...
_*chi'Railnae...the six made one...*_
It was starting to worry him; he glanced up at the clock as
he entered the kitchen and decided he had enough time to ask
Zordon about the voice. He brushed back his long hair, still
wet from the shower, and was about to open the refridgerator
when he noticed something on the table. An empty beer can
had spilled out, (why can't he stop it? Tommy thought as he
watched his father sleep off his hangover in the den) and
under it was a green-edged diploma(?). He lifted it
curiously, then dropped it in horror.
It read: "Pine Hill Orphanage now declares that Mr. and Mrs.
Daniel Oliver are now the parents of "Tommy", child 35357,
as of this date, 12/19/79." Below was his father and
mother's signature. "No, he said in shock. "No..."
* * * * *
The teen crashed blindly through the grove by his house, his
mind reeling. He was adopted? He had never looked anything
like his father and mother (God rest your soul, Mom, he
muttered as he ran), but he had never thought anything of
it... until now. And now, as he ran away as fast as his feet
would carry him, it was all he could think of.
Tommy tripped suddenly over a fallen tree branch and
collapsed into an angry heap on the ground. "No, damnit," he
cursed furiously, forcing the sudden tears back. "This can't
be happening!" All his life, when his father would fly into
a drunken rage, he would refer to Tommy as the "little
bastard"... _Now I know why._ He ignored the blood running
down his leg from where he skinned his knee in the fall; he
had more important things to think about...
"Hello, White Ranger." Tommy whirled around to see Goldar
standing behind him, a maniacal grin on the beast's face.
"Are you ready to die?"
The Ranger leaped to his feet and snarled, "I'm not the one
who's going to die here, Goldilocks..." He reached behind
him for his morpher...
With a sudden lunge, the evil warrior swept out his sword
and sliced the boy's shoulder open to the bone. "Want to
give up, little bastard?" he laughed as Tommy stared at him
in horror.
"What's wrong, Tommy?" the gold-armored monkey sneered.
"Can't han-" Goldar suddenly broke off as a well-aimed kick
sent him flying backwards.
Tommy gripped his morpher in his uninjured hand and shouted, "It's morphin' time.. White
Tiger!!" He was clad in his white and gold uniform, but something was still wrong; he
turned to see a putty reach down in the dirt where he had fallen and pick something up. Realizing
what it was, he lunged for it, but too late; the putty had thrown it to Goldar.
"Tough luck, Tommy," he snarled, flashing it before him.
The White Ranger extracted his sword clumsily, avoiding use
of his right arm. "Give it back to me," he snarled, gripping
Sabba's hilt tightly. "You don't need it."
"Oh, but I do," he laughed, raising the Green power coin up
to the sky. Evil lightning struck it; suddenly, it reflected
off the coin and struck the teen in the chest. He shouted as
it burned through his armor into his skin. "You haven't felt
the worst of it yet, Tommy," Goldar laughed.
Tommy's vision began to blur; it seemed as though the
strength was being drained out of him. He dropped Sabba,
struggling to keep himself up....
* * * * * *
Alpha 5 wearily watched the empty tube above him, wondering where Zordon could have went.
The multidimensional being had made no other contact with the outside world since their
argument earlier that night. Usually Zordon was so calm, so rational... but then, the anger and
pain he had felt over the centuries would be more severe now. The Green power coin was defunct
now, an empty shell; Zordon had worked himself almost to death on restoring Tommy's powers.
It had taken considerable pressure on Alpha's part to get Zordon to drop the idea of revamping
the Green morphing matrix; there was just no way to do it. The little robot sighed as he
remembered Zordon reciting the terms of the prophecy: "*and they shall be whole, the
six-made-one, together and alone, end power of none...*"
The alarm bleeped, jolting Alpha out of his reverie. "What
the..." There was nothing going wrong; he checked the
viewing globe and the sensor array, but everything was
normal. "False alarm," he said to himself. "I'll run a
diagnostic...."
He turned away too quickly to see the globe glow with an
ominous green light.
* * * * *
..Goldar swung down with the flat of his blade; Tommy
screamed as he felt something crack in his chest. Sabba lay
on the ground, wires and sparks spewing from his wounds. He
could feel his armor fading in and out, and with it his
strength; blood was beginning to seep through and stain the
white. As his vision wavered, he suddenly felt his armor
disappear. He was too weak by then to care; as he slipped
into unconsciousness, he saw the evil warrior approach....
* * * * * *
The five Rangers were studying for a pre-calculus test in Billy's garage when a feeble beam came
over Kim's communicator. "Kim....[static]...the white ra- ..Tommy...no-" The
communique was cut off short by an anguished scream.
"Tommy?" Kim spang to her feet. "Something's wrong; let's
go!"
The Rangers crowded around her and teleported away...
* * * * * *
_*No....this can't be....forgive me...*_ The voice died down
into sobs.....
* * * * * *
..Goldar had bared the fallen teen's neck and was about to
deliver the fatal blow when he heard a scream behind him. He
turned and was hit by a pink blur. "NO!! You BASTARD!!!" Kim
shouted, beating him with her fists. Red and yellow suited
figures came running up from behind and were attacking the
putties around them. He threw the girl off with one hand and
roared in laughter. "You fools!" he cackled, vanishing into
thin air.
The other rangers ran up to the unmorphed Billy, who was
crouched at their fallen leader's side. "Get an ambulance,"
he whispered palely. his fingers were red with blood; he had
covered Tommy with his jacket in an effort to stop the
bleeding. His voice rose as they stood there in shock.
"Dammit, go get the ambulance NOW!!!!" Rocky dashed off
towards a nearby house; Kim knelt down and stroked Tommy's
hair gently, staining her hand crimson. "Hang on, Tommy,"
she said quietly, tears welling up in her eyes. "Please hang
on."
* * * * *
The normally bustling halls of Angel Grove Memorial Hospital
emergency room suddenly were silenced as everyone turned to
gape at the newcomers. The Red and Black Power Rangers
filled the doorway, a limp body cradled in their arms.
Behind them, two teens watched; the girl was weeping and
the boy was desperately trying to comfort her. The Black one
spoke up in a trembling,halting voice, the white diamonds on
his armor crimson with blood, "We need a doctor."
* * * * *
Rita beamed her hideous smile at Goldar, who handed over the
coin reluctantly. "You did something _right_ for once," she
mocked, stroking the golden disk.
A voice suddenly boomed, "Rita? Why the hell aren't you in
bed?" The powerful, looming body of Lord Zedd filled the
room. "What are you playing with now?"
"Just watch, my evil husband," she cackled, waving the coin
in the air. "Wake up,little warrior. _Donom chi'Railnae
edram koa!_"
A crackling green light suddenly blazed, and a lithe, slender figure swathed in a green gi
appeared on the floor.
She looked up from where she was sitting and suddenly cried
out. "No! Not.. not-"
"Welcome back," Rita sneered as the green figure cried out
in horror.
tbc . . .
