It has occurred to me that I have not updated any stories nor posted any new creations... haha... I'm such a terrible User... hahaha. Anyways, going to start a new story and maybe delete some of that old crap on my profile... Enjoy!!


Three men stood over a young boy's body. All of the men, local corners of the district police force, had come to the same conclusion that the boy's cause of death was not blood-loss but 'strangulation'. With an old rusted chain, to be precise. How old? That remains to be tested.

Not that it would be relevant, thought the eldest corner. With almost 20 years as head corner of this office under his belt, he had seen grisly murders like this go unsolved for years, decades even.

"Should we conclude for the night, Bobby?" Larry, the youngest of the three, was eager (as always) to close shop. Many wondered why 'Twitch', as he had been so affectionately named by the police force, had even begun his career in the business of cutting up corpses.

"You and Theo can," The eldest corner, Bobby, grunted. "I'm going to stick around and finish the kid's paper work."

"Later, ." Theo and Twitch left the office, most likely on their way to their favorite strip club.

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Bobby, burning the midnight oil, rubbed his tired eyes. Mittens, the office cat, mewed and purred for his attention.

"Heya, Mittens." Mittens purred louder, Bobby scratching his head. "Did you get the tuna i set for you? Or did those rats get to it before you?"

I loud crash makes both feline and homo-sapien-sapien jump out of their skins. Mittens runs under the desk, hissing madly, leaving Bobby to nurse his now bitten and bleeding hand.

Bobby stands, pushing back his chair, and heads to investigate the crash. Walking down the hallway, into the the observation room. Bobby always hated this frigged room, despite spending most of his work time here; it was always so creepy. An odd noise behind startles him. The young boy, whom he and his coworkers had just finished cutting, stood there in the passage way holding an axe. Bobby let out a terrified gasp and stepped back, tripping over his own two feet. The coroner's glasses skid away from him. Without his glasses, Bobby might as well be a blind man. The lights flicker off, rendering him even more helpless. Screams echo throughout the darkened room...

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Schuyler "Sky" Tate, SPD Blue Ranger, sat in the Rec. room reading his book. "SPD: The Rules, Guidelines, And Regulations" Sky knew possibly every rule there was to know in that book. He had only read it 7 times in the past month.

"SKY!!" A blonde beauty bobbed up and down in front of him. Sydney Drew, SPD Pink Ranger. "Let's play some lightball!!"

Bridge Carson and Elizabeth "Z" Delago both stood on the other side of the room, awaiting Sky's answer. It would be Sky and Syd vs. Bridge and Z.

Sky snorted. "Lightball is a C-squad Game." With that having been said, and C-squad partially offended, he turned back to his book.

Elizabeth "Z" Delago, SPD Yellow Ranger, shrugged. "Suit yourself, Sky, it's a really fun game. Hey, guys, let's find Boom and see if he wants to play."

Bridge Carson, SPD Green, nodded. "It would do Boom good to--"

B-SQUAD, PLEASE REPORT TO THE COMMAND CENTER

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SPD Earth Base Commander Anubis "Doggie" Cruger stood in front of B-squad. "Rangers, a rash of vicious murders and crimes have been reported throughout the City. There have also been reports of Children going missing, seemingly snatched from the backyards of NewTech Families. Be on heightened alert while on patrol. Kat has prepared files on the Missing children." Cruger handed Jack 5 Manila folders. "Dismissed."

Jack Landors, SPD Red Ranger, nodded and saluted along with the rest of his squadron.

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Bridge and Syd both headed for the SPD jeep for patrol.

"Bridge, what do you think about these murders?" Syd asked.

"I don't know, Syd." Bridge Replied. "Who ever it is must be sick, I mean, most of those murdered and kidnapped are children or old folks."

"Yea, the guy must be sick." Syd mumbled as they pulled up to the light. Syd jumps out of the Jeep. "SPD, Halt!!"

A man in a black suit stood in the alleyway, three children stood around him; all were in the Missing Children Files. "Good Day, Milady." The Man tips his old fashioned hat. "'Tis a nice day, is it not?"

"Yea," Syd mumbles. She stares, transfixed by the odd sounds. The Man in the suit was an organ grinder. "what... are... you... doing... with..." Sydney Drew sits down and listens to the hypnotizing music.

"Sydney!!" Bridge halts when he sees the Man. He looks down at the children dancing in time with the peaceful melody, then at his fallen comrade. "Who are you? And what have you done to Sydney!?"

The Man chuckles. "I am known as the Puppet Master," He smiles widely. "And your friend has become one of my Puppets."


O.o Syd is a puppet now?? how suspenseful... wow... thats prolly the longest thing I've ever wrote on here... hahaha... plz read and review!!