It occurred to him that perhaps he was losing his sanity. Time was a funny thing that always seemed to get away from him lately, leaving Tommy looking around in confusion as to where he was or what he was doing. The larger goal, however, never wavered and that was doing as his Empress commanded.
Still it would be nice to be clear headed and less in a fog than he'd felt in recent weeks. And not only was he able to hear Rita's voice in his mind, a new and mysterious "other" had emerged. Rough and snarly, it spoke of primal urges, chaos, blood, and death. It damned every person he came in contact with, whispering of the horrible, unspeakable, and taboo things he could carry out on the unsuspecting individual. The Green Ranger sometimes felt chilled at the horrors it presented and other times, it excited him.
Alone with his thoughts for any length of time, one could find him brooding silently, an obsessive need to tap his fingers filled the air with a rhythmic noise. Occasionally, a growl would sound low in his throat, a warning that some impulse was demanding satisfaction. His eyes stared off vacantly, seeing sights he craved to carry out in real life.
Even though unintended, it was a development beyond Rita's wildest imagination. There was a fire in her young warrior, not just a blind loyalty to her. A wicked part of his mind was enjoying this power and carnage; it ached for orgasmic relief in the suffering of another. And it already had a twisted obsession with one of Zordon's Rangers. You could say it had him seeing red...
Whispers flitted through his mind, fast and furious. Angry. A whirlwind of soft noise punctuated by the laughter of madness. It was a perfect hell. And at the burning center of it all: psychotic dissociation.
Slowly his head raised, his attention pulled from his reverie as Tommy came back to himself. His head throbbed from the rapping his head had done against the wall as he'd rocked back and forth. Gingerly he raised his hand and when he pulled it back, smears of bright red blood coated his fingertips.
Red...
Red...
Red...
Ranger!
Yes, the voice snarled. Your other half. The two of you are bound in blood. Its your kismet and his. You were always meant to be intertwined.
The Green Ranger's pulse began to race as the enormity of what was revealed filled him with exhilaration. Of course. It all made sense now. That deep pull towards Jason... the urge to attack him despite Goldar's orders. In his mind's eye, he could see the Red Ranger leaning against a busted console in the Command Center, deep in thought over their predicament. It was so real that he felt compelled to try a little experiment.
Peekaboo, Red …. Can you hear me?