Disclaimer: I don't own Ninja Storm, just my O.C

I'm not a ranger, I have no interest in being a ranger, and I know my father wouldn't mind this if he'd had a different son. The truth is, I see things differently than him as far as good and evil are concerned. I know there's a line and I'm terrible at defining it, but really who does get to decide where that line is? After all, everyone lies and cheats and we've all done things for purely selfish reasons. The term, 'good guys' is a lie because nobody is good. Unfortunatelymy father is the time of person who takes 'villains' like Lothor seriously. That dude doesn't even know what evil is. Trust me on that.

Also, I don't get all that ninja philosophy stuff. For example, Grandpa says that according to ninja law Lothor is no longer his brother. Yeah, no offense to the law, but DNA might claim otherwise. No matter how much grandpa hates it Lothor is his brother. It's an inescapable fact.

One of the reasons I didn't want to be a Power Ranger is because they're useless without their ranger powers. Why would I ever want to be that pathetic? Instead I've practiced my techniques, which my father would never approve of, in secret and lived my life smiling and saying things just because I knew they were what he wanted to hear. Not that it lasted.

I ended up using some of my dark powers to save my cousin and you can imagine my dad's freak-out when he found out about my hidden talents. Of course dark doesn't always cross the line to evil, but try explaining that to my dad. Not that I expect him to understand me, I would just like it if he'd at least try. Sadly, we're both too stubborn headed. I thought he'd never let me out of Ninja Ops after the incident for fear of having to admit that the part I'd been playing for years is simply that, a part. I was right.

I had to escape. I was so unhappy there I felt like the walls had closed in and I was being suffocated. So I ran as far away from all that as possible. I still keep in contact with my cousin, but no one else. You might say I'm evil, or you might see good in me. It all depends on your point of veiw. I don't really care which it is. I ran as far as I could in more than one sense of the word. I ran into them again.

They wanted me to come back, to "Help me". They made all the expected, cliched speeches. When that failed they begged because if I'd become a villain they'd have no choice but to stop me from whatever I was planning. I'm not planning anything right now other than to enjoy myself. even if I was I'm not the straightforward monster attack type like they're used to. I'm much more deceptive, so I just smirked. They depend too much on their constant power-ups while I work hard. They really need to be more grateful to my dad for basically keeping them from being killed. They didn't understand and I didn't waste my breath trying to explain.

I wanted to go and they had to go to take care of their injuries, so that time our parting was something of a mutual agreement. Odds are I'll meet up with them again. Someday...