This chapter is for D.J. Scales and kyorii, two of the many things that inspired to start writing this.

DISC LAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POWER RANGERS, THEIR RESPECTIVE SHOWS, COLORS, TRADEMARKS, OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. THE ONLY THING I OWN IS THE OCS APPEARING IN THIS STORY AND THE PLOT. EVERYTHING ELSE IS ALREADY COPYRIGHTED AND TRADEMARKED. SO AWAY WITH YE RABID LAWYERS!

Daylight. The one time that everything seems to be ok. When you honestly can believe there's still some good left in the world. Seems like a novel idea. Especially to people like us.

A male youth garbed in a black leather coat, his face hooded, quietly sprinted down the hall, his footfalls muffled by the orders being shouted and the alarms blaring throughout the facility. He ducked behind a pile of crates as they ran past. Amateurs. A quick bio-scan told him the coast would be clear for a few minutes before he had to hide again.

The fallen. We don't know how many of us there are left, or what we're all capable of, but we all know one thing. And it's that we're defiantly not normal. All of us.

Dodging around the corner, he blanched slightly against the light smashing off of the high polish tile floor. Damn cleaning bots had been through recently. He spared a glance down at the freshly waxed floors and did a brief double take. There were fresh boot prints. He smiled sardonically to himself. This he could use. After another scan, his eyes traveled along the walls and ceilings, looking for anything that would leave signs. He found none. His hand clasped a device on the left front side of one of the belts crossing his chest, near his hip. With a small beep, he was flying toward the ceiling as if he was weightless.

Look! Look closely at my eyes! Can you see them? The pain they hold? The discolorations? They used to be a vibrant green. Now they're a cold blue, like new steel. With these eyes, I see it. I see what you fear. What you hide in the darkest recesses of your mind, what wretched deeds you buried in the deepest reaches of your filthy soul, everything. Do I always see it? No. But neither do I want see it.

His feet touched the ceiling and he was moving again. After pushing off and gaining his flight equilibrium, he was hurtling down the hall, coat streaming behind him.

They used to say we could all hear each others thoughts all the time, like a private instant messenger. We could be on the other side of the planet, and still be able to talk to one another as if we were standing next to the other. But in time, we could feel the voices of the others growing dimmer, more distant, until they stopped.

He grunted as he flipped forward and dropped to the floor. The cleaning bots would soon pass, and erase his trail. But not for long. The idiots following him weren't completely stupid. They had by this point activated the DNA searcher and would soon find his trail under the fresh wax. But by then he would be long gone.

We owned the night. If you never wanted to be seen again, or never to be found, you would find a place among us, doing whatever it was that you did before. Then you eventually become more like us…stronger, faster, more aggressive…it was here we learned we could not live together in large numbers, or the others…the "untainted" would find us and begin their ancient hunt anew. Fools. They know nothing of us, yet so swiftly they pass Judgment.

As soon as he rounded the corner he knew he was in trouble. There were at least twenty guards ahead of him, all pointing their weapons at him, no doubt set for stun. 'Still gonna sting for a bit though.' he thought to himself as he seemed to melt into the wall next to him, bursting out of the one on their right. They were fast, opening fire as soon as he appeared. With a feral grin, one of his legs lashed out, catching one across the throat before he dashed forward again, spinning low and right as he landed, his arm taking out the legs of another and smashing his head into the floor on the way down, only to vanish again. The shouts of panic and surprise when he came up in their midst were deafening.

But to truly understand the fallen, you'd have to listen. Hear that? The soft sound of wind in the grass? That was one of the Fallen, heading home after work, trying to beat the sun. We hate it. We could stand in it all day and most of us would still be as pale as when we set foot in it's warm embrace. You'd also have to feel. Feel like you're the only one who understand what the world's all about then, turn around and get blasted in the head by a whole mass of people who feel the same way. Add in a morbid curiosity, the ability to excel, and then add in the final piece.

The command centre was in chaos as a man in a white jumpsuit with a red strip on the left shoulder tried to puzzle out what was going on. "It's been stolen!" a green haired being shouted. "What!" he shouted back, then spun on his heel and strode down the hall, ordering whoever he saw to come with him, telling others to go to various parts of the complex, and to keep radio contact. "He can't allowed to leave with it!" he raged as he crossed the lobby, right past a plaque and an ornamental case. In it was a picture of various people, but front and centre was a badge. The Plaque read "Time Force. Est. 2101, A.D."

The youth looked down at the pile of bodies before him and dusted his hands off. "And they told me you were gonna be a challenge.." he said casually as he picked up one of their pistols and sighted down the barrel like nothing was wrong. The weapon was a few grams to heavy thanks to the sights. "So that's why ye couldn't catch up to me. Idiots. Thought ya'd be usin one of them new Oblivion SR7's on me." he said as he tossed it over his shoulder and started to walk away. "HALT!" he heard a voice cry to his left. He spun as if time held no sway over him and flung out his right arm. From the sleeve of his coat came a thin metal dart.

Whoever had yelled at him fired his weapon, a beam of red light lancing forth. The two objects collided in midair, resulting in a small explosion. The man went to fire again, only to have another dart stuck in the barrel. He tossed it aside. "Alex! Ain't seen ya in ages, me ould son!" the youth exclaimed, his arms flung wide open as if he was about to run forward and hug "Alex" like a lost brother. "Dave. I should've known. I want it back!" he growled at the youth, who responded by flinging back his hood, and shook his head as if clearing cobwebs. His face was tanned as if he was in the sun constantly. His eyes were a cold blue gray, like steel. His short cropped brown hair was matted to his head from his hood. His lips parted into a small, cold, smile. He had the faintest hint of facial hair, a mustache and goatee combo, like a sophomore in high school. The most striking feature of his face, was the scar on the right side. It ran from just above his right eyebrow, across his eye, and ended just below his eye socket. "And I ougtha expected you to turn up, Alex. Oh wait." he said, raising his right hand to his chin as if he was pondering something. His eyes bore into Alex's like a laser. "I did." he finished, shrugging out of his coat and dropping it and all of his equips with it into a neat pile. He wore a simple enough garb. Black pants and a black sleeveless shirt, showing the tattoos and scars on his muscular arms. He wore a metal studded belt and steel toed combat boots designed for Time Force. They were stout enough for his heavy combat style, yet offered enough stealth for him to creep around. He'd have to thank their designer when he got back.

The two charged forward, Alex starting the attack with a running round kick, which Dave ducked under and swept his leg out. Alex jumped over it and spun to the right and kicked as Dave came up, who caught it in the chin. He responded by hand springing away, his feet catching Alex in the jaw, making him stumble back. "We'll be at this all night." Alex said dryly, rubbing his jaw. "Good thing we used to partying all night with each other then, ain't it?" Dave shot back, a maniac gleam in his eyes. He jumped forward, throwing his weight to the right, grabbing Alex's right shoulder with his left arm as flew past, pulling Alex back first into a painful slam. Alex rolled onto his stomach and grabbed Dave's ankle, wrenching it as hard as he could. Dave growled in pain and fell, breaking Alex's grip with a sharp punch to the side of the head. The two rolled away from each other and stood, Dave pretty much on one leg, and Alex with no depth perception.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" a voice shouted. Dave groaned. Time Force was swarming towards them like cockroaches. Dave held his hands up and looked at the ground, smirking slightly. "I want it back, Dave." Alex repeated his earlier demand. Dave rolled his eyes. "Like I care, boss man. It's in my right pocket." he said as a female officer reached into his pocket. "So you free this evening honey?" he asked her, making her blush and run off. "Call me, baby!" he yelled after her. Alex growled again. "Ya know if ya keep doin that, you'll start growin more hair on that chest o yours than the Wolfman." Dave told him as Alex pulled the all important device out of Dave pocket. "You're dumber than you look Dave." Alex said smugly. "If you had put this thing on when you stole it, you would be in the clear right now." he kept going. He failed to see the maniac glint returning to Dave's eye as he watched Alex carefully. "You really ought not have told me that, Alex." Dave said softly, before he lunged.

What happened next happened so fast no one had time to react. As he grabbed the device and slapped it on his wrist and did a one handed cartwheel to his gear, one hand landing on it, fingers tightening around the coat. Lucas brought his weapon up and fired, the shot hitting the device. Dave screamed in pain as the impact drove it onto his wrist, where it lit up like a Christmas tree before releasing a wave of energy, flinging all of them at least twenty feet away, and exploded. Where Dave had stood was now a smoking crater, with the faint scent of ozone lingering. Alex groaned and fell back. "This is so not good…" he said to no one in particular.

Dave appeared in the same flash of light in an alley of sort, his personal gear landing on the ground next to him, in the middle of a rainstorm. He groaned and pulled his coat on, making sure everything was intact. Everything. Including the…brand new watch on his left wrist? "DNA accepted." a cool female said. Dave blinked and looked at the watch. A look of horror crossed his face as the realization took hold. "FUCK!" he shouted and fell to his knees, where his day got even worse. There, on the ground, was a newspaper. The date? January, 2011.

But even knowing all this, there's no way to fully understand us. Not even we can do that. For those who hunted us, you'll never succeed. You can never possess it. You can never own it. You can't take it, you can't steal it, you can't destroy it. The Power will endure, as long as you try to stop it, even after you give up. Or that's what we thought.

Chapter previews:

"Alex, regardless of whether you want to see them or not, we have to go back and get it."

"You mean to tell me that I just blasted myself a millennium back in time?" "Yep." "And there's no way to get back that's been discovered without getting arrested?" "Uh-huh." "..I hope you choke on a donut."

I'M BAAAAAAAA~CK! Geez it feels good to get that one outta me system. so was it good, or should I flush it down ye olde toilette? Don't know when the next chapter'll be up, tho so don't be surprised if this goes unupdated for awhile. But until then, have some fun!