A\N: I hate Zeo's Christmas special, but I thought, why not find a way to make it canon? Then I started thinking, well, maybe it's time to renew my membership in the Evil Author's Leauge...voila!
KIM
Maybe they knew it would end like this.
I slowly touch the blade to my throat, letting myself get used to the metal on my skin. This terrifies me, leaves a weight on my mind I can't get rid of, makes me want to die even more.
I'd rather live.
The Crane is gone. Zedd made sure of that.
He thinks he'll make me his slave, his evil Ranger. He thinks Maligore will corrupt me again.
He's wrong.
Wrong.
Wrong.
Wrong.
I can end this. I can get out of their game. I've been playing it for what feels like years, dying slowly inside while I fought evil. Tommy and Zordon never knew.
It's funny. When I think of the men in my life, I think of Zordon, who was more of a father than my own dad was, and Tommy.
Tommy.
Oh, god, I love him. I still imagine his face, his hand touching my cheek. It keeps me sane in this nightmare.
I let the blade nick my throat.
See? I ask myself, putting the knife down. It's not that bad.
It will be.
I cry, sobbing at last. I haven't let myself cry since this began. I refuse to be weak.
But now I don't need to bother.
I'm about to die.
I pick up the knife, whispering the first words I've said where anyone can hear me, whispering my last words.
"I love you, Tommy."
Then I shut my eyes.
I was right.
Dying hurt.