Tommy sat on the edge of the cot, his head held in his hands and anguished sobs piercing the air. Still under observation for any sign of his dark counterpart, the Green Ranger was kept segregated from the other Rangers. Tears fell in a torrent into his lap, blurring his vision.
Oh God, oh God, oh God what have I done?
Images swirled in his mind's eye, one rapidly following the other. He remembered every evil action, of chasing innocent civilians down and slaughtering them, their blood being flung through the air by his sword. So much blood. And even more screaming. During these attacks, the Green Ranger had felt like he was on fire, blistering anger and aggression dripping from every pore.
The color red fluttered like a flag in his mind.
Jason.
The Red Ranger had been the only one who came close to being an equal to him. He had thrown himself between Tommy's evil and the innocent, including his other Rangers. He had probably saved more people than he realized. But at the cost of earning the evil Ranger's undivided attention.
Tommy had fixated on him like a dog with a bone and in the end had turned Jason into his own personal chew toy. This thought triggered the memory of biting the Red Ranger's neck, shoulders, and chest.
Falling forward, Tommy hit the floor and repeatedly pounded his fists on the ground.
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
It was useless; the pain didn't distract his mind from the memory of using Jason's body and breaking his spirit. The worst part was that Tommy had planned to continue to use him to vent his anger and hostility, raping him over and over and over. Fortunately for Jason, he had avoided that fate.
Do the others know? Did they look at him and see a….a rapist? The word ripped through his gut.
Sucking in great volumes of air, he sat up and found an image of Zordon observing him from a panel on the wall.
"Zordon, I can't live with the things I've done!" he sobbed.
"Tommy, what you did was due to Rita's control," Zordon calmly answered.
The distraught teen moaned loudly, shaking his head. "Not everything… Zordon, I did something terrible to Jason. I hurt him really bad."
Before he could even think how to explain the emotionally charged situation, the other Rangers appeared in the opening to his room. Behind the others stood Jason, his dark eyes wide while fighting to keep his emotions under control. Silently, he shook his head at Tommy.
The Green Ranger immediately clammed up and bowed his head. They didn't know.
"Tommy, it appears that there is no trace of Rita's spell in your system," Billy said gently as he deactivated the force field keeping Tommy confined. The green clad teen made no move to get up off the floor. The others approached and prepared to help him up. Jason remained by the door, watching.
As Tommy stood, his eyes met Jason's and he ached to get on his knees at the Red Ranger's feet and beg forgiveness. The scar on his cheek stood out even more against the pallor of his skin. He'd have given anything to take away the fear and pain hidden in Jason's face.
A sudden vicious memory stuck him. He could vividly remember the Red Ranger's body under him, tensed in agony as Tommy took his pleasure with him. His body was hot and tight and felt delicious. The control he had over Jason, like a living doll. His toy.
Nausea hit him full force and he jerked away from the Rangers to begin heaving in a trash can.
"Jase, tell us what happened," Trini whispered softly.
Jason ran a hand through his hair. "We've been over this, guys. I got the shit beat out of me. Now drop it."
"Jason, none of us buy that. Come on, man. Let us in," Zack pleaded, his hand reaching out to his friend's shoulder.
"NO!" Jason erupted suddenly, jerking away before he could be touched. "This isn't up for discussion!"
He shot an almost venomous look at Tommy before departing. The others looked around at Tommy, clearly upset. The Green Ranger curled over, his forehead touching the floor and shuddering with his sobs.