Disclaimer: I don't own "Power Rangers."
Author's Note: Hello! Just so you know, this is the sequel to "Monster in Green," and takes place a year after Ending Part 1 and 2. So, on with the story!
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Attack of the Red Kyrbot
Chapter 1: The Dream
Bridge was walking through darkness, trying to look around at his surroundings.
"Where am I?" he asked the darkness, hoping for answer, but none came.
Bridge kept walking through the darkness in hopes that he would find something. After walking for what felt like forever, a figure walked out of the darkness toward him, and Bridge stopped walking.
"Who are you?" Bridge asked.
The figure kept walking toward him, and Bridge went for his morpher as he saw the figure lift up a sword. Bridge patted his belt, looking for the morpher, but it wasn't there. Bridge was worried; he always carried his morpher with him. The figure was now closing in, and Bridge ripped off his gloves.
"Hopefully this will work," Bridge said out loud, then waved his hands.
He was hoping that the physic powers Broodwing gave him would help, but nothing happened. Bridge gave another wave, yet nothing would happen, and now the figure was standing just a few feet away from him.
Bridge fell to his knees as the figure lifted the sword. He closed his eyes and braced for the killing strike, but it didn't come.
Bridge opened his eyes, noticing that he was back in his room. He sat up in his bed and wiped the sweat off his forehead. His first thought was that Sky was going to suddenly wake up to see what was wrong with him, but then remembered that he was the Red Ranger and therefore had his own room.
Bridge slowly got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. As soon as he was in there, he turned on both the hot and cold water and began to wash his face.
It's been over a year since he was turned evil and tried to get revenge on Broodwing, and it's been a rough time for Bridge.
Bridge turned off the sink, grabbed a towel, and wiped his face dry. He suddenly noticed something on his upper arm. Bridge turned his arm toward the mirror and saw a rip in his shirt. He lifted the sleeve and saw a deep cut on his arms, and it was bleeding badly.
"Not again," Bridge muttered worriedly as he grabbed a washcloth and began to clean the blood off.
This was the sixth time this happened in a month. Bridge found a brown ointment and poured it on the cut, which stung for second. After a minute, he wiped it off and took some bandages from the cupboard to wrap it up. Once done, he put the rest of the bandages in the cupboard, walked out of the bathroom, and shut off the light.
As he got into bed, he thought about telling Sky about the cuts and dreams he had been having, only to shrug off the thought as he considered the reaction he would probably receive.
He pulled the covers to his chin as he said to himself, "No…. He wouldn't believe me, and probably think the cuts were accidents I had as I slept." He rolled over in his bed and thought, 'It's better that Sky doesn't know anything about my problems.'
Bridge then fell into a deep sleep.
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Chapter 2 is coming soon. Please review!
