The Power Rangers are not mine.
Ok so you ever have a dream that scares the shit out of you? .Do you believe in life before this or out there? I swear to God the guy sat there like he knew me. *Pam looks at me in interest as well as Tommy* Is Kenny after me?
When Doves Cry
Kenny James Ryan's sat on his bed and sighed. Today was his birthday and he wanted to give himself a birthday gift. He looked at the picture of the black haired boy sitting next to him and smiled. Kenny silently picked up the picture and gave it a small acknowledgement. Kevin James Crossing River smiled up at him from the picture incased in his hand. The past was incased in his hand as well as the picture.
"I never meant to cause you any sorrow. I never meant to cause you any pain. I only….. I never wanted to be your weekend lover. I only wanted….."
Kevin groaned as he opened his eyes and turned over to see the rain pouring down from the dark silver clouds in the dark sky. Maybe Kenny wanted to go get something to eat or go to the pizza parlor at the mall. Gradually he got out of the bed and descended down the stairs.
He had slept in his clothes again and he did not plan on stopping that anytime soon. He walked outside the old broken down two story house and into the chilly air of the October day. The rain pilled down on him and he caught sight of Kenny standing in the middle of the yard.
Walking over to him he stood there for a moment and then asked kicked up some holes in the yard with the toe of his boot "So what do you want to do? The pizza parlor at the mall is always open. We could go get some pizza play a few games."
"Yeah we could." Kenny responded sighing and kicked up some dirt with his foot.
The bullet came out of nowhere before Kevin could react or think to push Kenny out of the way. He didn't see where the bullet had hit. All he saw was the body of his kidnapper and lover slump to the ground from it. The sting in his shoulder was the last thing he felt before the vortex that had opened up behind him sucked him through it.
Tommy sat up on the bed sharply sweat pouring down his face and forehead his shoulder stinging once more.