Unspoken Dreams
Copyright 2011

I own nothing, except for the plot. I'm just putting that out there.

A/N: This is a dream sequence, hence the italics.

He was the only one standing.

As he looks at his surroundings, Mike can see a lot of things. Debris everywhere, dust and smoke in the air, and damaged cars. He was in the middle of a battle that he and the rest of the team has been fighting for the last half hour. Silence filled the air as he turned a 180 to see what other damage has been done, only to notice that the rest the rangers were nowhere to be found. Mike's fear grew as he was beginning to be aware that he was the only ranger around. He needed to look for the others.

As he was walking, the dust and smoke became thicker. He couldn't see where he was going and this frustrated him as each second went by. Mike became more worried by the moment. What if the others were dead or unconscious? Could they hear him if he called out to them? These thoughts scared him as his feet carried him through the rubble, even though they were sore and a little weak.

While continuing to find the others he bumped into something hard. Being that the dust and smoke was thick as it is, he couldn't see who was in front of him, but he knew that it wasn't any of his teammates. The object was big, well rounded and very hard, Mike was sure that he'll have a bruise on his forehead later on.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" He exclaimed to the object as he was rubbing his head.

The object turned around to face him. It was a nighlock for sure; because when it turned around, all Mike saw was pure evil. It looked like the villain from "The Little Mermaid" but uglier. The mouth of the nighlock has a circle, like it's was about to sing or speak, it had a bag around its waist; it must be for storing something and that something wasn't good. To what Mike saw, the bag was full so it stole something.

"Well hello there, samurai ranger!" it said to him, spitting out his words sarcastically. The nighlock's voice sounded very raspy like it had a sore throat or losing his voice. "You have such a good voice."

Mike's eyes widened as he heard the word 'voice' as if he knew from that second that this nighlock has something to do with voices. He was nervous as the nighlock continued to speak.

"Your voice should not go unnoticed. Wait… maybe it should!" He said as he placed his hand near Mike's throat as a glow started to form.

As this was happening, Emily was waking up from her unconscious state only to see that there was a green glow between a nighlock's hand and Mike's throat. She was a few yards away from him, but still can witness what was going on. Her voice failed her as she was trying to call Mike's name, she can only watch in fear as she can see the glow coming from Mike's throat then transferring to the nighlock's hand, causing Mike to demorph and grow unconscious.

Tear welled up in Emily's eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She can only imagine how much pain he was in as Mike's voice was stolen as she silently touched her neck. Emily then saw the voice stealing nighlock place the green glow into the bag that was around its waist, laughing evilly as his voice became a little stronger than it was before.

"I must say that his voice has made mine stronger. In 48 hours, his voice will be mine forever!" The nighlock said before leaving through the gap, but turning around to look at Emily for a moment. "You have two days to defeat me!" The nighlock finally left.

Emily demorphed and ran to Mike's side as he began to gain consciousness. "Mike, are you okay?" She asked him as he got up.

Mike tried to respond, but nothing came out. He grew fearful as he tried again to voice out that he was okay. Again, nothing came out, only his lips moved in its place. Both then noticed the green mark that was on Mike's throat where his vocal chords used to be. The mark was the same color as the glow when the nighlock stole his voice. Mike placed his hand on his throat as the others came around, only to notice the green mark as well.

"Mike's voice…. has been stolen…." Emily said, looking at the others with her wide eyes.

Emily's voice echoed over and over in Mike's head as he shot up from his slumber. He was breathing frantically as sweat was dripping down his face. After a few moments of collecting his thoughts of what happened, he looked at his surroundings, only to conclude that he was having a bad dream. He was in his room, not surrounded by rubble and dust. It felt so real to him, the dream was very vivid. Mike felt pain on his head and his neck, smelled smoke, the dust in his eyes and felt the human touch.

The last thing he did before going back to sleep was going to the nearest mirror to make sure if he had that green mark on his throat. A sigh of relief that there was no green on his throat and there was sound coming from his throat as he sighed again.

"It was only a dream." He said as he crawled back to bed, only to fall asleep a few moments later.