Grumm's Black Mercy
Prologue:
His name was Jack Landers, and he died this very morning. His body had been mangled from the inside, his lungs crushed and pierced by the force of the Black Mercy roots. His entire rib cage has been pushed off, his chest has been burst open with many black colored flowers blooming from the branches that jutted out of his skin. His heart has been skewered by the roots of the Black Mercy, his blood dripping all over the plant's branches and leaves. His eyes have been pushed out by the branches of the Black Mercy. But the thing that was most unnerving was the smile on his face. He died a horrible, horrible death, and yet there he was, just smiling. What was going through his mind, I don't know. I don't think I wish to know, as whatever happens to the dead is something that is beyond comprehension to the living.
Bridge Carson was the one who discovered his body. He wept for his old friend. He tried so hard to rid him of the branches of the Black Mercy, all to no avail. He held onto his old friend's body as he cried to the heavens.
"Sky..." Bridge uses his communicator, his face drenched in his tears, his hands slippery from his freind's blood.. "There's been a murder..."
Jack Landers, former Red Ranger, community leader, beloved husband, future father, dear friend, like a father to many of the street urchins of New Tech City. His life has been taken away from him in a most cruel fashion.
In Angel Grove, a forest of black trees and crimson red flowers and all manner of flora not of this world, there is a prison. This prison is 'home' to several dangerous criminals, amongst them homicidal maniacs, serial killers, and other kinds of inmentionable maliants. This prison is unique, in that everyone goes out with a smile here. Why? Because this forest has a special type of flower called The Black Mercy. And what it does is that it takes over your mind showing you visions of a better life while it slowly grows inside your body. Eventually, it grows so large that it bursts through you, crushing your inner organs.
'Emperor' Grumm sat in his cell, smiling to himself as sharpened his improvised bone sword. He has a plan...
"One down...five more to go..."