The Tiger and the Wolf: Ars Armartoria Alyssa and Merrick
By: theunknownvoice
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Power Rangers belongs to Saban and their affiliates.
A/N: I know that Merrick and Alyssa are a noncanon pairing. I still thought that there could be something there.
Why
Merrick POV
There is a nagging in the back of my mind. It has been there since I woke up in this world. How could the world of man change so much in only three thousand years? I still do not have the answer.
I guess I should have expected it to change. I thought when I was entombed that I would never see the light of day again. I thought those great protectors would have killed me. They should have finished me off but instead they punished me by keeping me locked deep underground.
My first encounter with the new protectors of the earth was enlightening to say the least. They were ordinary humans and yet they were familiar. Memories flashed in front of me.
Who had I been? It mattered not.
My thoughts are my only companion. The path of the lone wolf is one I will wander for the rest of my life. Of this I am sure. I have nothing to fall back on. I have no past, no hope, and no future. As far as I am concerned I am doomed to be a lone org. And after I destroy the rangers, I have no challenge.
Still that voice whispers to me, "You are human. Merrick , remember. Remember who you are."
Who is this Merrick that the voice speaks of? I am Zen Aku. I am a duke org. I am not human. I know no Merrick. Still the name is so familiar.
As for the rangers, killing them is no problem. Destroying them is my duty. Hating them is natural to me. I care nothing for them.
Still thought I hate her, my heart contracts when I remember the white ranger. Why did I not leave her alone in the woods to die? When I had found the white ranger weakest I had spared her. Why had my heart stirred for her as she lay helpless?
She was bruised, cut and bleeding. Toxica and Jindrax had done a number on her. I could have left her to die.
Instead I moved her tenderly as a wolf cares for his wounded pup or mate. I could have killed her then but what honor would there be in that? She had no way to protect herself.
Why had I not left her after I put her somewhere safe? Why had I bandaged her? More questions flooded over me as I wrapped the gauze around her.
She was beautiful. Even broken and bruised she was beautiful. She could have been an ally but instead she was an enemy.
Why were we two on different sides? It seemed that we should've been on the same. She fought bravely and tried to hold her own.
She was innocent. The word came unwillingly to my mind. I could not allow myself to view her as such. Yet, here we were two enemies and I was taking care of her. If she had been in my place would she do the same?
I watched as she drifted into sleep. The others would soon come looking for her soon. My heart dreaded parting from her. Gently I stroked her face.
I turned towards my forest heading into the darkness.
Why did I feel so much loss leaving her?
To be continued...