The Voices Chapter 25

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters associated with the Power Rangers. They are owned by Saban entertainment. However, the other characters, Sohpie, Jessie, and Jason, are mine.

"Oh my gosh" whimpering lowly, covered in my hospital linen, it was all beginning to happen again, Tommy is not here, Sophie now hates my guts, no one believes me, and now, you are here.

This voice, it's my own creation, and yet, I have absolutely no control over it. That searing, hiss like voice, lingering in my ears, penetrating it's death taunts into my mind, I just want it to leave me in peace. But, it resisted my every attempt. Now, alone, I was at it's mercy.

"No one believes you. You are a liar!"

"I am not. Leave me alone!" crying into my curled up body.

"You are a filthy, rotten, women."

"I am not"

"Yeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssss"

"NO!" I grabbed something off the end table beside me and hurled it blindly. It smashed the wall, the voice dissipated, and I hid under my covers, a fiendish attempt to hide from it.

"Ms. Hart?" a soft voice came allying with a light tap on the door frame. Took a peak above the edge of my covers, to find someone there. A tall, gauntly man, in a fine suit a bushy mustache and finely combed hair with brown eyes smiled, "Hi, im Danny Marenlo."

"Who?" drying up my tears with my covers.

"Danny Marenlo. A friend of Jason"

Jason. That name sent a cold chill down my spine, and made my lips turn up. "What kind of friend?" I spat. Stunned by this, he replied, "Actually, im his lawyer".

"His lawyer? What is this all about?" retreating up my bed.

"Well, Mr. Jason called me, asked if I can come down and visit you".

Why in the world would he send a lawyer? He doesn't have the spine to see me himself? This man wanted something from me as did Jason. I could feel it.

"It seems that, when you were brought in here, you said that Mr. Jason tainted your drink, you blacked out, and now wake up with claw marks on your legs. Well,..."

"Here it comes"

"How sure are you that HE was the one that did it? If anything happened?"

I was lost for words. This stranger was basically accusing me of lying. Anger mixed with shock. I had no response to give this allegation, just hugged my pillow in front of me tighter.

Residing beside my bed, he carefully removed a thick wad of paper from underneath his coat, now his voice, once soft and descent, went to a low, hissing, whisper, "See, we don't want any bad press to leak out about Mr. Jason now do we? I have here..."

"Get away from me!" yelling at the top of my lungs.

In a hurry, he dashed out into the hallway. Moments later, a nurse showed up, they always just miss them.

Things calmed down soon afterwards. Food came. Yippee (rolling eyes) more along the lines of soft food for me. Carton milk, mash potatoes, steamed carrots, cream corn, a chocolate brownie, always a goodie, and something they called a steak, but it looked nothing like. The dull butter knife that came with it couldn't pierce the thick slap of meat, so I went around it and ate everything else, saving the brownie for the last. Before I could reach it though, nature called. No bed pan for me. I was too good for it, instead, I got off my bed and went to the bathroom. Minutes later, I reemerged, tying up my robe before sitting back down behind my bed table, only to discover, my brownie was missing.

"Where..."

Before I could complete it, a police man entered the room without so much as knocking. Rude.

"Ms. Hart?" authoritvely.

"Yes"

"I'm detective Art Sheeves of the Miami Police Department. We came to ask you some questions regarding a Mr. Jason."

"What about him?" snapping back.

"We regret to inform you that we have found his body"

My mouth immediately hung loose, "Wait. Found his body?" There was no need to clarify those words. "Yes, he was found dead in a motel bathroom."

"How did he die?"

"Hacked up really badly, the whole room was covered in blood."

Whoa. Holding back vomit, took it all in. "I understand his lawyer was here recently?".

"Yes"

"Well, Jason called his lawyer, Mr. Marenlo was called to come by here earlier this morning, but you were here, so that rules you out as a suspect"

"Thank heavens"

"However, we need to still ask you some questions."

Agreeing to answer them, it wouldn't dawn on me what was transpiring elsewhere, or therefore before me. I told the detective that I had no knowledge of Jason's whereabouts after I came here, nor did I sign anything to his attorney. Satisfied that I was telling the truth, he left, giving me a great sigh of relief, now that chapter was over with. when he left, I wondered, who would kill Jason in such a fashion? Was it Sohpie? Hardly. she seemed to nice to done something like that? Tommy? That was a possibility, yet farfetched at the same time. Robert? Naw, he's gone, and he would never hurt someone, but would he? Before he left, he stated that I would see him again, and someone did attack Jessie when she stole my diary, but...I don't know.

Where is my brownie?

Pondering my treat's location, another tap came from the door. Come on in, everyone else has been here. Tell you what, why don't I get out of my bed so you can see me in my robe. Like that?

The man stood there, listening to all this, and said nothing, flaberghasted by this spring in attitude, that is, until, I saw it was Tommy Oliver. "Tommy? What are you doing here? I thought you left". He stood there, spellbound by my freak occurance. "I...I was, but now i've calmed down. I also talked to the detective that was just here in the hallway. They've found Jason, dead."

"Yes, I know. It's horrorable."

"Who would do such a thing?" he wondered, sitting on a chair beside my bed, back pressed against the wall. "It's just..."

"Just what?" asking, also sitting on my bed's edge, facing him. "It's just strange ever since you left for Florida. Everything has changed. For the both of us".

"Tommy...I know things have changed. But, we can get through them" my hand rested on his neck, lightly pulling him towards me. "I know we will" he came from his seat and kissed me.

"Promise?" asking him.

"Promise"