Thoughts Of A Dying Ranger
Chapter 1
By: BlazingTygor
"Please take the time to listen to the thoughts of a dying woman."
"Who am I? Why does no one love me? Why am I all alone? Will someone say something please?"
"You're not alone. I am right here like always have been. If you remember you were loved at one time since it all began. And that only you can answer the first question."
"I know. I just wish things were different now that I remember everything."
"What do you wish was different? And why do you wish it were different?"
"Everything since that dreadful day so long ago. I wish I had met all of them under different circumstances. Especially Tommy, who was there for me, but could never know who I really was. None of them could ever know."
"Why couldn't you tell them who you really are?"
"Because to do so would mean to put them in danger. Which is one thing that I could never knowingly do. They were the only people who liked me for me."
"Why do you say that?"
"When I was young, People liked me because I was rich. Then after I moved from them, people liked me because I was very talented. And now, no one likes me because I can never let them see the real me."
"Well why don't you tell me why you left Tommy?"
"I had to. Even though it broke both of our hearts. He was getting closer and I didn't want Tommy to get hurt. So I lied and left him in a very cruel way, a letter. I went back once about a year later. I could see that it hurt him to see me again. But it hurt me a lot more to see him with Her. Knowing that She was there that dreadful day and that I had no choice but to give Her the powers that I held."
"Well why don't you tell me about that day?"
"It all started when I was four years old. But everyone else thought I was nine years old. My older siblings and I had just gotten home from school and I got the mail before going inside. As I went in the front door I heard two voices that I did not recognize. I followed them to the living room where I saw my Mom and Dad lying on the floor dead. They both had multiple stab wounds on their chests. My sisters and brothers were lying and the floor with the same kind of wounds. Their hands were covered in blood. The blood of my family. She turned and saw me and started calling me in a voice so sweet it made me sick to hear it. I backed away and ran. They chased me. I ran behind the house to the forest my siblings and I played in and hid there. They never found me. I went back inside and went to my room. I grabbed my purse, which my Mom designed just for me, she was a fashion designer. I grabbed it and ran. I went to a hair salon, and had my knee length black hair cut to just below my shoulders and colored the color of rich, dark honey. She never recognized me when she saw me eight years later. They all thought I was their age. I loved him, oh God how I loved him. We tried to get back together after Muranthias, you know."
"Yes I know. I was there remember."
"Yes I remember. You said that if Divatox did kill me than at least I wouldn't have to run any more. After they freed Jason and I, all I wanted to do was curl up in a dark corner somewhere and cry. Later, Tommy and I tried to get back together, we wound up sleeping together. He never knew that I got pregnant that night. Now I guess he and everyone else will know the truth. When I Think of how shocked She will be, I can't help but smile. To think She had the chance to kill me and didn't even realize it. I know Tommy is going to be hurt and angry that I kept his son from him. And that I he will think that I didn't trust him enough to tell him the truth about me. Well now I guess I am ready to answer the first question."
"Alright but before you answer it why don't you tell me who you keep refining to as She?"
"By She I mean Katherine Hillard."
"My name is Kyra Lee Storm. However, the world knows me better as Kimberly Ann Hart. I was and will always be the first pink ranger, and a world class gymnast."
"Now don't you feel better having talked about all of it with me?"
"Yes. Thank you for listening to this woman's rambling thoughts."
She turned off the tape recorder and placed into an envelope that she addressed to Tommy Oliver. Then laid down to sleep. Not knowing that what she recorded on the tape would be the last thing she ever said to anyone. For she died while she slept of injuries she suffered during the last fight with Mr. Hillard and his daughter.
