Disclaimer: I don't own PRDT or any related characters/storylines...I do however have a nice collection of merchandise...

A/N: OK, my other PRDT fic sort of fizzled out and died. Sorry. But here's a fresher one that I hope y'all will read and review!

So This is Hell: A Ranger Trapped
Chapter 1 – Let the Games Begin

"You have failed me again," hissed Mesagog. "Give me a good reason why I shouldn't have you terminated!"

Elsa winced at the words. She hadn't meant to fail, but the Power Rangers were always one step ahead of her, no matter what. "Mesagog, don't worry! I have...a plan," she said carefully. Actually, she didn't, but Mesagog wasn't a mind reader.

"You better," Mesagog snapped. "Because as long as the Power Rangers are around, my plans are ruined. Think of something fast, Elsa...or else." He stalked out of the lab.

Elsa was fuming. This wasn't that easy of a job. Ever since Zeltrax's defeat, she had to do all of the thinking, and as much as she hated to admit it, she missed him. It wasn't the same scheming alone.

She needed a plan—quickly. What are their weaknesses? What distracts them? Elsa stopped and snapped her fingers. That was it! She needed a distraction. Not something for them to fight, but something to happen. She needed a way to affect the Rangers directly. But how? she wondered. She wasn't a witch. She couldn't cast spells. But she could create a monster that could.

Elsa entered some data into the main computer. After an hour of hard work, she was ready. She wasn't normally a programmer, but she needed to create a specific monster, one that the Genorandomizer couldn't supply. Elsa pushed some buttons and flipped a couple of switches. Within seconds, a horrifying monster emerged.

The monster looked lik a tall, thin woman, but her head was shaped like an upside-down cauldron and her skin was a dark shade of purple. Her hands were like gun barrels. The monster let out a high, shrill laugh. "Psyspeller at your service!"

Elsa stared at the monster for a moment with complete disgust. It was ugly. Elsa knew she had no control over the look of her creations, but as long as the monster did the job, then it really didn't matter.

"Psyspeller...go get the Power Rangers!"

Conner, Ethan, Kira, Trent, Dr. O, and Hayley were in Dr. O's lab. Hayley was scouting some areas in Reefside with the computer and Dr. O was at his desk looking through some files. He was still stuck in his morph. Ethan was on his labtop, helping Hayley. Conner was playing with a hackey-sack, bouncing it from foot to foot. Trent was sitting on a milkcrate with his sketchpad, and Kira was in the corner with her guitar and notebook.

Kira was focused on her music. She played several chords in a row trying to find a good sound. Why am I having such a hard time thinking clearly?

Trent was concentrating on his drawing, stealing quick glances at Kira. He was drawing her and he wanted the picture to be perfect—just like her. Trent usually didn't draw people well, but this drawing was turning out pretty good. She's so beautiful, he thought.

Conner was absentmindidly bouncing the hackey-sack from foot to foot. He was standing across the room from Trent. Conner never fully accepted Trent as a Ranger. He never really trusted Trent either. And even though Conner refused to admit it, he was jealous. The only way he was stronger than the White Ranger was if he went into Triassic mode, which meant taking away Ethan and Kira's powers.

Conner glared at Trent who was glancing at Kira every so often. This was another reason Conner disliked Trent. It was obvious that Trent was crazy about Kira and Conner would hate it if she felt the same way because the truth was that Conner was in love with her. And before Trent joined their team, Conner thought he had a pretty good chance.

Kira felt someone watching her. She looked up and met Trent's eyes for a second until he quickly looked back down at his drawing. She smiled to herself.

"I'm getting a signal, but I'm not quite sure where or of what," Hayley said frustrated. "I've got more looking to do. You guys should head home."

The four rangers nodded and departed the lab.

"Need a ride?" Conner asked Kira when they were all outside.

"Oh, I see how it is," Ethan joked. Trent laughed.

Conner rolled his eyes. "Fine," he replied, also joking along. "Does everyone need a ride?"

They all piled into Conner's car, but not before Kira called shotgun.

"Why can't you hold on to your own guitar?" Ethan complained. The guitar was stretched across his and Trent's laps.

"Because there's more room back there," Kira said matter-of-factly.

"Hmm," said Trent in mock-seriousness. "I wonder what would happen if I turned these knobs on your guitar..."

"Don't!" Kira yelled.

They all continued laughing and eventually Conner had dropped off everyone but Kira, who's house was farther than everyone else's, but much closer to his own house.

"Shit," he muttered as he noticed the needle on the gas meter was nearing empty. "I gotta stop at the gas station. Sorry," he apologized.

"No problem," Kira said.

Conner pulled into the station and Kira waited in the car. Judging by the semi-long line of people waiting to pay, it would be awhile. Kira reached back and pulled her guitar up front. She barely had enough room for her guitar, but she could still play it.

Lost again in her own world of music, Kira fiddled with the strings. A couple of minutes later, her concentration was broken when she looked up and saw a bunch of people running out of the mini-mart. She heard screaming. An ugly monster, Psyspeller, emerged, along with several Tyrannodrones. Kira got out of the car, leaving her guitar in the front seat. Conner was fighting one of the Tyrannodrones as Kira ran to help him.

As they kicked the Tyrannodrone against a trash can, Conner turned to Kira. "We have to morph!"

"Conner, there's too many people around," she argued, motioning to the terrified people watching.

The two continued fighting, but without their Ranger morphs, it was impossible to get of the monsters.

"Fight, Tyrannodrones!" Psyspeller screeched.

"Kira!" Conner called. "Could you close the door?!" The passenger's side of Conner's car still had the door wide open from when Kira jumped out.

"You're worried about your car??" she yelled back in disbelief. Nonetheless, she ran to close the door.

Psyspeller noticed Kira's guitar. "A free spirit, huh?" she cackled. "Let's see how you do when you're trapped in your own mind!" She aimed her barrel-like arms at Kira.

Conner shouted for Kira's attention but there was no time to run. Psyspeller shot a beam of light that hit Kira and sent her flying onto a stretch of grass. Psyspeller shrieked with laughter and then disappeared along with the other Tyrannodrones.

Conne raced over to where Kira lay unconscience. "No," he muttered. "No, no, no..." He shook her slightly and called her name.

Slowly, she began to stir. Her eyes opened and she groaned. "My head..." she mumbled.

"Oh thank God..." Conner sighed with relief. "You scared the shit out of me, Kira." He helped her up. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she said confused. "What...What happened?"

"I'll tell you on the way to your house," he said glancing around at the people watching them. Conner quickly helped Kira to the car, refilled his car's tank, and sped away from the station.

"So?" Kira asked.

"One of Mesagog's demons shot at you. Kind of knocked you out. It doesn't seem like there was too much damage to you though. You said you felt alright," Conner shrugged.

"I didn't say that," Kira protested. She felt like her head was going to explode.

Conner raised his eyebrows. "Yes...you did. Earlier at the gas station. I asked if you were okay, you said 'yeah' and then we left."

Kira looked at him, confused. Her headache was getting worse and images kept flashing in her head. What's going on? a voice in her head asked.

"I don't know," she replied softly.

"Don't know what?" Conner asked irritated.

"What?"

Conner pulled the car to a stop. "Kira, are you sure you're okay?"

Why'd he stop the car?

"Yeah," Kira said, agreeing with the voice. But Conner misunderstood and though she was answering his question.

Kira sat there looking expectantly at Conner, waiting for an answer. He looked at her blankly. "Yes?" he asked.

Answser! the voice nagged.

"Shut up," Kira scolded.

"What?" Conner asked. "I didn't say anything!"

"Huh?" Kira finally looked around and noticed she was on her street. "Oh...that's why you stopped the car." Conner had pulled up in front of her house. "Thanks for the ride!" She grabbed her guitar and walked to her front door before Conner could say anything else.

Conner drove off very confused. She definitely wasn't okay...

Once inside, Kira headed straight to her room. Her headache was still hurting her and the random images in her head weren't helping. She kept seeing different people and monsters. She kept seeing fights and machines. Power Ranger! Duh! she remembered...

Little did Kira know, the images were scenes of her and her teammates fighting, hanging out, and talking. But the images were scattered, which confused her. What was worse, was that some of those images were of things that never really happened. Her confusion was escalating. Then there was that stupid voice that was talking to her...

Kira stared at her reflection in the mirror. "What's happening to me?" she asked desparately.

You're going mad.

"No...no, I'm not."

Oh yes you are. You're crazy.

"I'm not crazy."

Right. You keep thinking that...

"Shut up!" she screamed and kicked a chair by her desk. The chair smashed against a wall. Luckily, no one was home to hear it.

Kira sunk to her knees in tears. She held her head an dkept muttering, I'm not crazy...I'm not crazy...I'm not crazy..." Until finally, she fell asleep on the floor.

At Mesagog's lab, Psyspeller returned to report to Elsa.

"Well?" Elsa demanded.

"The plan is set," Psyspeller screeched. "I've gotten to the Yellow Ranger. Soon she will cave."

"Just the Yellow Ranger?!" Elsa yelled. "You were supposed to destroy all of them! That's what I created you to do, you miserable—"

"You created me," Psyspeller interrupted, "to think."

"What?" Elsa asked furious.

Psyspeller cackled. "Trying to destroy all of them is not easy. But you wanted a distraction, so I've trapped the girl in her head. Soon enough she will think she's gone insane. Her teammates will do anything to help her, you know."

Elsa couldn't believe it. She had actually programmed a competent monster. Amazed, Elsa continued Psyspeller's thoughts. "I've seen those Rangers fight amongst themselves a lot. Especially the Red one and Mercer's son. This is the perfect way to distract them and then get to all of them!"

Psyspeller let out another shrill laugh. "All it takes if one of them to break, then all of them will fall..."

"And I know the perfect time to test this," Elsa said excited. "Their technician Hayley is closing in on something. As soon as the locates it, I'll follow the Rangers with my T-Drones. With them so distracted and fussing over the girl, beating them will be too easy. Whatever is hidden will be mine!"

TO BE CONTINUED...