RANGER DANGER
AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER
Okay, I know I said I wasn't gonna publish stories unless they were finished, but I don't want to wait. I got the idea from one of the PSA announcements for Power Rangers "Making a friend out of an enemy" and the Mutant X episode "She's Come Undone". Some things are inspired by the Lois and Clark ep "Target: Jimmy Olsen". Takes place after "Gung Ho". Power Rangers belongs to Saban Entertainment and Disney. I only own characters you don't recognize.
PROLOGUE: 1990
"I'm sick of this! I'm not being used by them anymore!" a boy around thirteen shouted. He was wearing a white shirt covered by a tattered gray hoodie, black jeans, black socks, and boots.
"I'm with Curtis. This has to end," another boy the same age agreed. He wore a red shirt with dark blue jeans, white socks, and brown sneakers.
"But how can we stop them? They have complete control over us," a girl reminded them. Her outfit was a pastel yellow shirt with pale blue jeans, white socks, and blue loafers.
"Yeah, and we can't get deactivated," a second girl said. Her outfit was perhaps the wildest with a black sequined shirt, ripped black jeans, black socks, and sequined black boots that laced up to her knees.
"We'll make them deactivate us. Come on, Curtis," the second boy encouraged.
"Right behind you, Jason," Curtis said. With that, the two boys headed off, and a small group of kids behind them. A few minutes later, they barged into a small office where a man was sitting at a desk.
"What is this?" he demanded, standing up.
"The experiments are over. This project has gotten way out of hand," Jason told him.
"That's right. We're not gonna be your little puppets anymore," Curtis snapped.
"And what are you going to do about it? Hmm?" the man smirked. Curtis banged a fist on the desk.
"Easy, Curtis," Jason murmured. The man went to press a button, but Jason grabbed his hand and twisted it. The man groaned as he felt the bones begin to crack.
"We're all done. Now deactivate us," he growled, as he felt the bones break under his fingers. With a groan, the man opened a drawer, took out a remote, and pressed a button. The kids groaned as a small joint of pain coursed through them. Then, the boy dropped the man's wrist, turned on his heel, and led the others out in a mad dash.
"And you told me to take it easy?" Curtis asked.
"What can I say? The guy's always bugged me," Jason stated. Curtis laughed. The kids continued to run out until they reached a clearing.
"All right. We make a pact here and now: no one finds out about this. Project X9 doesn't exist," Jason stated.
"Agreed," everyone said. Then, they all went their separate ways.