(Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers (obviously) and am not in any way associated with Power Rangers. This story has been written for fun and I am not making any money from it.)
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The lens of his blue helmet reflected the grisly scene in front of him. Underneath the mess created by the forced entrance lay the body of the one he had come to protect. The papers scattered on the floor had soaked up some of the blood, but most of it had spread around the body of his old friend, whose chest had been torn open.
"I was too late, Rocky," the Blue Ranger whispered to himself, "Say hello to the others for me, especially my brother. Tell them all I'm sorry." The Blue Ranger ran out what was left of the front door, in search of the monster that had done this to his friend. Having let his instincts take over, it took only a few minutes to find his target.
The creature was hideous. It was a hairless, sexless behemoth, who had obviously been constructed for the sole purpose of killing. Its human-shaped head was featureless, save for the cold, dark eyes and the four inch long fangs protruding from its mouth, dripping with blood. In addition to the fangs, it had long, sharp claws on each of its hands, also covered in blood.
The Blue Ranger wasted no time in preparation for the battle. Still running, he called out, "Spirit Flame!" A blue fire erupted from the Blue Ranger and crashed into the monster, knocking it on its back. In the short second it took for the creature to get up, the Blue Ranger had called on his Spirit Sword and was charging, prepared to swing.
The beast blocked the Blue Ranger's swing easily, and then countered with a swipe of his salient claws. The Blue Ranger ducked and, seeing his chance, drove his sword through the creature's torso. The behemoth roared in pain, the sound almost deafening. In response, the Blue Ranger jerked his arm up, effectively cutting the monster in half from its waist to the top of its head. There was no blood, no fluid inside the creature at all. In fact, it had very little in the way of internal organs.
As the Blue Ranger expected, no more than thirty seconds after its death the creature instantaneously decomposed into nothingness. The Blue Ranger sighed and then, after sheathing his sword, teleported away in a flash of blue flame.
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Once in his monitoring chamber, the Blue Ranger demorphed, leaving the grim visage of the hardened warrior underneath. He was a tall, muscular man of about fifty with long, gray hair, and was obviously of Native American descent.
He sat in a chair at his computer console and began checking for signs of any other creatures prowling the streets. There were none. He leaned back in the chair, finally allowing himself to relax, when he noticed an alert on the computer that informed him that he had an audio message on his home line. He opened it up excitedly. He hadn't many connections to the outside world, and he couldn't remember the last time anyone had tried to contact him. Then again, it wasn't very easy to find him; he had made sure of that. The message began.
Hello David, my name is Kimberly Hart. I know we've ever met, but I was a friend of Tommy's a long time ago. I just . . . I've been away for a while and I just recently found out about Tommy's . . . death. I know it's been a while since he died, but I was really hoping that I could speak with you. If you could contact me I would greatly appreciate it. Thank you, bye.
Needless to say, the Blue Ranger was blown away. Kimberly's message was unexpected to say the least. He very much wanted to contact her, but he had different reasons than she did, and involving her in his life could be dangerous. After much consideration he began recording his own audio message.
Kimberly, this is David Trueheart. If it would be at all possible I would like to meet with you. I have some very important information about Tommy that you should know. Call me back and let me know.
He cut the message and then released a long sigh. He got the distinct impression that his life was about to get a lot more complicated.
Author's note: I apologize for how short this chapter is, but I can tell you that future chapters will definitely be longer (by "definitely" I mean hopefully). I got the idea for this story the other night while I was trying to fall asleep and I just had to start writing it as soon as possible. That's how unique I think this story is. I know that might sound kind of weird because this chapter is a little odd, but I can assure you that things will become clear in the next chapter (and by that I mean when the next chapter eventually comes out things will be slightly less confusing). Oh, and please don't forget to review!
