Sumary: 4 of the 6 Power Coins were sacrificed when Rita was locked up, one was lost in time and the last; The Tyrannosaurus Power Coin remained as the last weapon of defense against Rita.
With this in mind, with the remaining energy and its magic; Zordon used the remaining Power Coins essence to power the last Power Coin, with Thunder Power.
What if Zordon had only chosen a teenager with attitude? , this being the hypothetical leader of the team, Jason Lee Scott, the Red Ranger.
Jason will have to further divide his little time he has, between being a lone superhero facing space armies and being a dissipated good-hearted Angel Grove teenager.
But with this change, much will change in him and his friends get to see something they never saw in him, something broken, his true self.
Can your friends, especially Kimberly help him?
What changes will there be with a single Ranger on Zordon's team?
Disclaimer: Hasbro/Saban Owns Power Rangers and the Characters within, not I.
Prologue: Normality will soon change.
Planet Earth: the Cenozoic era 68 million years ago from the current era.
In the methane filled skies that traversed the entire planet in a disgusting gray color, toxic gases that the species that lived in that era would die by inhaling those chemicals, very few of them survived, the sky was wrapped in a reddish hue, wrapped in flashes of warm, fiery tones, around a large crater in the impacted area. A meteorite that in its impact on the sea scattered billions of tons of sulfur and carbon dioxide were released by the atmosphere, which as a result covered the sun and caused a nuclear winter that radically changed the climate.
In the remains of an apparent forest, filled with hollin and dirty dust dyed with a crimson liquid, on black earth came out a humanoid being in a red suit with a red helmet that looked like an open t-rex head with a broken black visor in the mouth. His chest had three white diamonds, white gloves and boots with red diamonds on the shins and forearms; A white belt holding a strange device and a red gun in a white sheath.
The subject came out of the debris inhaling the toxic air damaging his respiratory system. Their sight was cloudy, and their limbs could not move. He complained forcing his legs to lift his body, but without much success when they trembled and he fell once more to the ground.
He coughed again and was panting more and more with pain. His head with his little strength looked towards the sky and watched as a small meteorite approached the area. Cursing in a low voice with a strange language, the red guy being extended his right hand, dragged it in the opposite direction, and subsequently his other arm in a constant repetition to crawl through the area in search of someone.
His breathing was interrupted when he crawled on the floor, and an occasional moan came out of his mouth. A drowning cry he gave when he passed through a puddle of black water with some prehistoric reptilian corpses flooded into the puddle (possibly a tar fountain).
He moved his arms stronger so as not to sink, he beat harder until he reached the firm surface. He gasped, once more whispering an apparent lament. Again he pushed his arms and crawled again.
A storm of hollin was approaching, and the fellow would not stop coughing, his arms would tire again. Trembling with pain, his body language relaxed for a moment when he could see another body; It's was apparently feminine and adult. The woman had the same suit as him, but instead of being red she was yellow. Her helmet had small black eyes on top of the helmet, as well as a pair of small cat ears, a shiny silver nose on her forehead and two silver fangs running for his visor.
The guy in the red suit managed to crawl where his comrade was, and reached out his hand to take hers in between his. He gave her a little handshake, asking for an apology in his language. The yellow woman looked at him, with her arm in her stomach she detached her device from her belt and gave it to her red comrade other hand.
When that happened, the woman burst into a yellow glow like a sun and she screamed in agony. She was an anthropological female being from a possibly strange alien race. The red guy apologized and asked for forgiveness constantly, until she coughed a lot of blood to later perish.
The red guy being lowered his head, keeping silence for his fallen companion, pressing the device in his hands, groaned with pain, and followed his way, dragging more and more of his tiredness.
"Alpha, I am last." He growled tired in his strange language, his right arm beginning to contract with pain. With a scream for strength, try to pick up some pieces of stone and wood with increasing fear.
"We need to stop it. Look for the meteorite with my coordinates." The Red guy being ordered an apparent ally when he finally managed to lift the rubble, and abruptly ripped his artifact from his belt, losing his red suit as a result; From it a growing red flash faded; Showing a man of tasteful and long-lived appearance of cyan blue, he looked very physically worn out, sprinkled with a purple liquid in body, and severe bruises. On the ledge of his mouth he was dripping from the same liquid, with a swollen eye. His bleeding hands of purple color, made contact with the violet areas in his other blue body. He seemed about to die.
Immediately he coughed blood, and took out the other artifacts. The front of the devices was a spectacular silvery, chromed and shining light. They were two plates attached to the black device, four black rays decorating a corner each. In the middle was a cropped circle where there was a gold coin but, around the circle, where there were large red semicircles, one on each of the silver plates. Engraved on the red rings where the words' power 'at the top and' rangers' at the bottom, both written in white text.
And the embedded glittering gold coins were of a roaring Tyrannosaurus, a Pterodactyl in full flight, a firm Triceratops, an unexplainable Mastodon with its trunk to the sky sweeping in, and finally a Saber-Toothed Tiger equally non-existent at this time roaring.
The blue magi looked at them with hope as he said, "only those who are worthy of this power bestowed by Ninjor will find them." His hoarse voice was contrasted with a strong cough that prevented him from speaking correctly. He placed them in the place where the rubble was, when a laugh resounded.
The wise man looked in the direction of laughter to see a figure; Dressed in a dark brown tunic, with gold print, a brown and silver two-cone cloth crown with a black and gold crown base, a black and gold chest and shoulder protection with a plumage of blue feathers, and a large archaic wand that looked like a crescent moon with a red sphere in the center. It's was a woman. His skin was grey, a sparkly tone.
The woman took a deep breath and began to laugh like a maniac.
"Give me those Power Coins immediately! I'am Killed your all Team, Zordon, you are alone, and you have no choice!" The woman demanded with malice, with a strong blow with her cane to the ground generating chispas.
The sage denied his head with determination. "Never in the rest of my life Rita Repulsa". Despite having his throat hurt he managed to respond stubbornly ina tearful tone.
Rita frowned, and her eyes sparkled with frustration and anger. "Then you will suffer. You will suffer agony in one dimension as you see your universe you protected being destroyed by my hands."
The witch extended her right arm and pointed straight at Zordon with a big smile. A magical discharge came out of the cane directly impacting the blue guardian.
The wise man cried out in agony, his body began to turn into stone, with cracks that crossed his blood tie. He screamed again trying to protect the Power Coins. The coins were illuminated in colors when they made contact with zordon and rita's mystical magic. Red, pink, yellow, blue, and black /violet flashes emerged from them in a blinding light that set rita back.
The Power Coin of the Tyrannosaurus was increasingly overloaded protecting its current bearer. The other coins gradually cracked, losing their power and the link to the Morphin Grid.
Rita would go back screaming in horror, feeling the rainbow enter her, and tear her inside. The magic spread through her, Zordon and the Power Coins fiercely. They were unstable, and would explode at any moment. Zordon with his last forces tried to protect Power Coins, but only managed to take that of the Tyrannosaurus, which he was now the bearer of.
With a big bang both lifelong enemies exploded from a magic dump and Morphin Grid. Rita roared, as she felt her body was sentenced to the same fate as Zordon. The 4 Power Coins managed to counter its magic. She cursed the benign forces, while her body was condemned to an eternal prison.
Rita is carried away by the rainbow of color, with Zordon protecting the last weapon that will be able to defend the earth from threats. The remaining Power Coins fell to the ground, they were cracked stone with no trace of energy.
Zordon said quietly as his eyes began to tire, and Rita's curse finally took effect. "There is only one hope."
He fell to the ground lifeless, and from his hands the Tyranno coin rolled, arriving with the others. This coin glowing red from sparks, altering the next threat: the meteorite that finally arrived and destroyed everything.
Present: Earth. Angel Grove. Scott residence.
The early morning sun entered the room through an opening in the curtain, illuminating the navy blue walls and reflecting the numerous karate trophies that seemed to be crammed into every flat surface of the room.
Jason lee Scott opened his eyes a little dazed, sat down on his bed. He came over and turned off the alarm clock. How he always got up at 4:00 am. No longer hearing the noise, he carved his eyes and patted his face to take away his sleep, ignoring the pinch of pain he felt in his arms. He exhaled and closed his eyes. It took him a few seconds to finally remove the traces of tiredness from the sleep, while trying to remember what day it was today, he opened his eyes to turn on his phone and verify.
He looked at the date with a tired look. The youngest of the Scott made a grimace looking at it as Monday. Another start of the week. Yawning, he put his phone to rest and left it on his bedside table.
Jason got up from his bed heavily, pulling his cherry red wool sheets away from his position. He began to fix his bed normally, accommodating the bed cover, pillows and sheets. The boy's eyes opened when he saw his white sheets sprinkled with red (mostly dry blood), he bit his lower lip and his gaze traveled to the origin: his forearms. He frowned when he realized that the cuts and scratches had not yet healed, and his bruises had not healed either (from fatigue he did not notice his wounds, nor when he threw himself into bed and felt the pain of pressing on his arms with his body, he just ignored him trying to sleep). Their training was becoming more difficult and demanding; His wounds were from the wood of the old makiwara, he had chipped his hands and went so far as to destroy a wooden leg of the makiwara with his right forearm by exerting much force in his frustration, taking a bruise in the process.
Jason sighed when he finished replacing the grudgingly dirty sheets, and gently passed his hand into the injured areas of his arms, hissing when he bruised open cuts, and even more so when he felt the bruised area of his right forearm. He could still feel pain to the subtle touch on his living purple skin. Possibly a second-degree contusion, that's relatively easy to deal with with your previous experiences. The boy karate bent down to take out of his drawers his medicine cabinet that his sensei had given him a few months ago. Shaking his head, he opened the medicine cabinet looking for iodine, gauze and some bandages. He began to disinfect his wounds with gauze by putting small touches on the eroded skin, feeling the momentary pain of the antiseptic he squeezed his teeth tight, and forced himself not to let go of a groan or scream of pain (he should have cleaned his wounds earlier. This was a bad move on their part). Gasping sporadically, he ignored the pain and wrapped his forearms with bandages for healing. He couldn't afford to use an ointment for his hematoma at this time, it was a mentality he was forced to have since he started training karate and playing hard in front of his father. I could bear the pain.
He carefully waved his arms to verify the grip of the bandages, and when he saw how the white bandages began to tint partially crimson red, he became more concerned than he was at first. His hematoma punctured him, and he did not clean his wounds properly. Finishing the cleaning process again (again feeling pain) and placing bandages. The blackhairer ran his hands over his face to remove the sweat from his face. Some areas of his face were burning, possibly scratches.
Trying to calm down and ignore the pain as much as possible, he left the medicine cabinet on the floor to sit back in his bed, recharging all his weight on his arm injured by an inattention, making a grin, he erected to change his axis of weight. Lying down in his bed he meditated for a few moments to think about her problems.
Jason often yearns not to follow his responsibilities. Wanting to be free at least once, going more often with your friends, and not having the reminder to attend a karate class, his daily burdensome exercise routine, and a few things to attend to.
He doesn't have much time in his life for him. Even though he still doesn't complain, he accepts it. It's something he learned the hard way.
When Jason was younger he was a cheerful, supportive, somewhat withdrawn boy who loved the color red and was heavily influenced by his parents' upbringing.
His father Sam Scott's strict, highly idealistic or morally correct upbringing always led Jason to give more of himself, much more than a child should. He almost never had time for him, always corrected him for his actions, however insignificant they were corrected. His father wanted him to be good man in the future. Mr. Scott is a police detective from Angel Grove. Sam's work had greatly influenced the way he treated his son.
Jason felt pressured by all this. I did not want todo all this, I did not want these responsibilities. I just wanted to play for a while and be a normal child. Although he didn't want it, he did it for his mother, Berverly Scott. His mother was always loving and attentive to him. She always had a positive influence on him, he found a reason todo all this: the happiness of his mother.
There are things that young Scott wanted to forget, but his own sense of guilt tormented him even after all these years. He did many questionable things in his youth. Things he managed to correct in time.
Even if he still has those feelings that he now understands, he would still like to fool or be as sociable as his friend Zack Taylor.
Many things he would like to do. The problem is that it is restricted. His image did not allow him to do so either socially or privately. Both friends and family.
You may say it's easy, but not. Being the popular Boy at school isn't easy either.
Despite having seemingly everything, having a life already practically realized thanks to his status as a recognized martial artist of Angel Grove who has won several trophies and he popular boy of his school... Why do you waste it? .
Sometimes even though he has everything, he doesn't really have anything. It is like a missing piece in that apparent blind perfection that some believe they have. It's not really the life Jason would like to live. Not to be happy with everything you have done in your lifetime in this world.
That's what Jason Lee Scott has.
He is not happy with his own life.
There is a great shadow and external expectations outside his life. He takes a great burden just to satisfy what his parents want, not knowing at that moment what he wants to do or be happy with it. Sometimes talent and what you want to do don't complement each other in the best way. Personal ambitions that can lead to one's own happiness can be sacrificed just to be more akin to something, something you may not feel happy about.
He's looking for those ambitions, those ambitions that he can't fulfill because of all those expectations that his parents and the school or Angel Grove itself have. Not just be the karate boy or an exemplary student you are expecting it to be.
Social pressure and responsibility to be an example to others can break a person more than one might think.
And with all the bad deeds he did in his childhood he tries to correct them and deliver the best person of himself ever. It is a living guilt complex that carries on forever. Knowing that all this is now your responsibility.
Jason's thoughts were interrupted when his phone vibrated and notified him of a message with the blue leed light on. Flickering for a moment, Jason reached his cell phone and grabbed it from the bedside table to see who was messaging him to these undisputed hours.
It was Kimberly Ann hart.
'Hi, Jase, I guess you're awake at this time because of your discipline, aren't you?'
Kim. Her best friend ever.
One day when the young Jason was returning home he met a chestnut girl who was dressed in pink crying on the pavement. Kim had recently moved to Angel Grove at that time, and had felt so overwhelmed by personal problems that she ran away from home. Jason decided to help her find her home, and along the way Kimberly turned out to be a very kind little girl, thanks to which they developed a quick friendship that today has been maintained, obviously they have had their potholes, but that was past and things that Jason wants to reciprocate.
Putting aside his sweet memories, a soft, understanding smile traced his face as he began to respond.
'Hey Kimmie, hi. Why are you so awake at this hour?'
Beep. Kim's answer came: 'business as usual...'
Jason frowned, and returned the answer: 'haven't you stopped peeling yet?'
Without allowing himself to read his friend's reply message, Jason turned down his phone and turned it off quickly when the sound of his half-open door in his room interrupted him.
"Jason?"
He recognized the voice. Hard, thick, hoarse that imposed or always demanded respect. Jason bent over his bed in one fell swoop.
"Hello, father." He greeted formally over his shoulder. "What do you need?"
His father said nothing for a moment, studying Jason's face. The son gave his father an expression of bewilderment. They remained silent in a critical silence for several seconds. Jason became uncomfortable with his father's accusing look. So much tension in the youngest Scott's room made the owner sweat. This always happened on a daily basis. However, his father was upset examining some specific areas of his son's face and arms. Moving his eyes with uncertainty, Jason breathed a sigh of relief when his father turned around to grab the doorknob.
"Your mother is waiting for you down below, Jason." His father began without looking him in the eye. "If I didn't know that you do karate under my authorization I would think differently from you."
Jason did not respond. He knew that his father was referring to his wounds of his forearms, you other wounds that by the look of his father he assumed that he had on the face. However, it hurt him more than he would like to admit, because of the indifferent tone of his father.
"Oh." He lowered his gaze to answer without allowing his father to see his aching look, took a breath and began with a voice full of conviction. "I'll come down after washing my hands, and I'll go into the room in a few... seconds." His voice died down when his father went into the room without letting him finish. Only his father's steps went down, and away from his hearing field he could hear.
His relationship with his father is still quite bad, too distant. A time when Jason was younger made his situation with his father much more difficult and recessive. That was what he started to practice karate, and he's still today continue practicing it.
He only wishes that at least his father would be a little more sensitive, or at least understanding of him. That he had finally changed by discarding those reprehensible behaviors and will continue to keep that promise he made years ago. He would only like his father to see more of him.
Shaking his head, he resigned himself and heeded the order. He got up from her bed and picked up his cell phone to turn it on again and resume his text conversation with his friend.
'Sorry for not answering. Dad came into my room without notice.' He apologized by answering the message as he picked up his training clothes and headed to the bathroom to change.
Jason looked at his cell phone to see Kimberly's response message as she opened the bathroom door. 'Don't apologize, Jay. I know what always happens in your mornings, so I understand. But back to the above, yes, they still don't stop fighting since yesterday. '
Jason frowned in disgust. '... They won't let you sleep, right?' He asked worried and upset. The blackhairer had always been protective with the chestnut and viceversa.
Leaving his cell phone above the toilet, he closed the bathroom door to see herself in the mirror; He had his lower lip cut off, the blood still dripping. He had small cuts and scratches on his light cheekbones. Bowing an eyebrow, he touched the injured areas and made a quick face of discomfort. He turned on the water in the sink, left his clothes beside his phone and covered his face.
Jason ran his hand over his wet, unkempt black hair. With a frowning brow and a crooked grin, he spat the blood when he tried it. "I wonder how I hurt my lip... possibly when I bit my lip recently." He thought carefully. The wounds were mild, nothing out of the ordinary, only annoying eating, especially something with sodium.
With a gentle sigh, the face was washed with soap, removing traces of blood. Looking at his reflection with fatigue, he noticed his old scar on the side of his neck. Jason shook his head remembering with melancholy how that day Kim had finally exploded, and had wanted to flee her home at the age of 8... With a grin and a dry laugh he said aloud, "we were really crazy at that age... we could have died that day." His somber and reflective tone.
His gaze fell to the ground for a second and he smiled. "We have matured..." He remembered how Kim had radically changed that day. She, moreover, stopped being that rebellious girl and in need of attention (well, she still depended on him in a certain way) to return to being that cheerful, gentle and loving girl that she met at first, and that played on his porch all the time.
Jason's phone that was still above the sink went down, catching the young Scott's attention. Taking it after drying his face and hair, he took his mobile to see the new message. "... Except Kim's parents never did." He said ironically when he got Kim's message that she was saying she could sleep at his house tonight. However, he smiled gently and worried when he answered. 'I will asked to my parents, Kimmie. Although you already know that you will always be welcome. I'll see you at Ernie's Juice Bar at the same time'.
Then he left one more time on top of the toilet, and began to change. He removed his white shirt with a 'pizza time' slogan in the middle, and his navy blue shorts, so he could put on his sleeveless cherry red shirt, and the black chandal shorts he wears for training (he obviously had several similar pairs of sportswear,).
Jason could have bathed to get rid of fatigue, but he didn't, he wanted to save water. He usually went jogging at 4:30, (sometimes with his friend Zack when he had time off) and then at 6 to the Juice Bar and Community Center. So I didn't want to waste the water on bathing twice.
Finishing the change by putting on his sneakers, Jason left his pajamas in the laundry basket and took his cell phone out of the bathroom closing the bathroom door.
Down the stairs, Jason glanced at his parents, only to see his father in his work clothes come out the door of the house slamming the door shut. The young Scott sighed heavily. "He didn't even say goodbye to me." He said quietly, the pinch of disappointment was noticeable.
Going into the kitchen, where probably his mother was, Jason walked in through the arch of the entrance and put aside his sadness for a big smile when he saw his mother making the meal. "Mom, good morning!" He said enthusiastically.
His mother turned around, stopping cutting a vegetable. She studied his face and blindfolded forearms. She made no comment, however, and smiled gently.
"Jason". She said, leaving the knife on the board, approaching her son and holding him gently. She gently rubbed her son's bandaged parts. "Good morning, son." Her son hugged her back instantly, and hugged her harder.
When Jason broke the hug he looked her in the eye. "Mom, dad said you wanted to talk to me." He reported briefly.
"Oh yes. It's not really urgent, but I know you'll love it." His mother replied smiling, placing a hand on her son's shoulder. Enjoying his curiosity visible in Jason's eyes, she continued: "we'll eat sushi tonight." Beverly chuckled at her son's astonished eyes, who hugged her again, hearing a quick "thank you mommy" whisper.
Beverly rubbed her son's back, and they separated again. "You don't have to thank me, Jason. I've seen how hard you've been trying these weeks, and I wanted to compensate you. That trophy is sure to look good on your shelf. But it doesn't matter if you don't get it, try your best, you gave the best of yourself, and that's why I'll always be proud of you." She subtly stated, referring to her son's effort. Those bandages and stitches on his face emphasized that. Sure, she CARES too much about those injuries. It was her son after all. But I knew how risky and dangerous such training could be. Whenever something went out of control she realized it and with her motherly love takes care of those wounds, even with her son's objections. However, Jason has already treated them and could feel relieved.
Jason's eyes sparkled with gratitude. His mother always made him happy anyway, and this, what she just said reminds him because he does what he does. That all these wounds were worth it. "Thank you mom."
In a prolonged comfortable silence, Jason kindly offered his mother to help her with the food. His mother agreed, this time was to develop her bond of mother and son.
While Jason was cutting the fish dead, he asked his mother. "Mom, Kimberly asked me if I could sleep today. Your parents probably won't stop fighting."
Beverly nodded. "Of course Jason. Remember that little Kimberly can sleep in our house, we will always welcome with open arms."
"Even dad?" Jason hesitated, stopping to cut the fish.
"Yeh, even him. But if he doesn't, I'll convince him." She winked at his with complicity.
Jason laughed, and approached his mother to hug her. "Thank you for giving me this time with you mom. I'd like to stay longer, but I have to run, I'm sorry." He said sadly, his mother just rubbed his shoulder blades, and took off some tufts of hair to kiss him on the forehead.
"Jason, okay. But remember, we can always hang out together. Take good care of those wounds, honey." She remembered, stroking her son's hair.
Shaking his head briefly assured him. "Yes, mom, I'll."
His mother examined him for a moment and nodded satisfied. "See you soon, Jason. Call me when you arrive and when you come back."
"Of course, mom, I love you." Young Scott smiled gratefully, gave his mother one last hug and left home quietly.
Taylor residence. 4:34 am.
Gently knocking on the door. Jason stepped back a few steps, and placed his fists on his hip waiting for Zack's response.
Zachary Taylor, his friend who considered himself a brother. He met him years ago at the Angel Grove Community Center. It was a day that Jason will never forget: Jason was training with the punching bag, with many people around him bothering him. It was just the opening of the place and it was very difficult to be in some areas without shooting someone. Also as he was very young he was only allowed to use the punching bag. The rest of the things to train, like the big weights, had already been taken by teenagers or boys bigger than him. By pure chance he saw a dark-skinned boy of his own age, amazed and slightly curious about the place. Jason decided to start a conversation with him, resulting in a brotherhood that still exists today.
The sound of the locks opening, and the door half-opened allowing the visitor to see an eye that was studying, immediately closed the door again completely.
Of course they were undisputed hours, but Zack and his mother had agreed to this a few weeks ago. And this little regime needed discipline -- a tedious discipline.
Jason scratched his head with a raised eyebrow, and looked absent-mindedly up, when he heard a "Zachary" of a female scream.
Waiting a few seconds, the door opened showing his friend Zack ready, well, dressed for the occasion, but his face and composure showed that he was not; It's tired and sleepless, it was normal, it's past 4:30 in the morning.
Smiling to show confidence, he nodded as he said, "are you ready, Zach?"
Zack yawned and nodded slowly, saying without enthusiasm: "go ahead, go. Come on. No one can beat Zack-man."
Jason turned his eyes blank funny, and pointed his thumb at the direction of the park. Zack just shrugged, rubbing his arm in his eyes.
Taking the initiative, Jason started jogging with Zack who was trying to keep up. He yawned all the time, and almost fell asleep while walking towards the park. The young Scott stopped, and encouraged Zack to catch up.
When Zack finally arrived, Jason turned his attention to him. "All right, Zack?" He asked, frowning with concern.
Zack patted his face to try to take his sleep away. "All right, man. Just a little tired from work." He replied with a soft smile.
Jason showed curiosity for a moment, but his tone was not lost. "Has your mother improved?" He asked gently.
That encouraged Zack. "Man, yes, yes. Mom has improved enough with the medicines I managed to get with my money from work."
"I noticed it when he yelled at you. That's cool, man. And how about the work?." Jason subtly increased the pace slowly, with Zack unconsciously following the pace as they talked.
"Not so bad. Schedules are crap..." Zack shook his head, and realizing what he said, added. "Oops, sorry for the sweword ". He apologized for the curse.
Both stopped at the end of the block and waited patiently for the traffic light to change from green to red.
Jason assured with a dismissive wave of his hand "No, there problem. I also said them when I am very frustrated or upset."
Zack pretended amazement. "Man, I didn't know the 'White Knight' could have a dirty mouth when we don't see him." He chuckled at the joke.
Jason laughed sarcastically. "Yeah of course." Sighing, to be continued annoyed. "I still don't understand that nickname."
Zack raised a funny eyebrow, but did not respond until they crossed the street with the red light. "Ask Kim, she gave you that nickname. We just play the game." He said referring to the rest of the gang: Trini and Billy.
Jason muttered things inaudible to Zack, who raised a confused eyebrow, and later laughed when he heard a "oh my god, Kim" from Jason.
"Sometimes you can be a wet blanket." Zack said, waving his eyebrows, with a mocking grin.
"Hey!" Jason snapped, but he made no further comment. Zack just laughed and cheered, as they both reached the park entrance.
"Jase, so fuck... the pink girl and the red boy?" He asked funny Zack enjoying his friend's confusion.
"Kim and me?" He asked slowly as he realized.
"Obvious." Zack turned his eyes blank. "Come on man, invite her to a date." Said witout no beating about the bush.
Jason blushed slightly, taking a control of him. "What makes you think that?" He replied casually, jumping over a small bump.
Zack made a face of 'it's that serious,' and muttered quietly. "I am not blind. It feels as clear as water that you like better than a friend." He mocked.
Jason sighed heavily and turned his gaze to the trees. "I don't know, Zack. I do not see that as very likely at the moment. She's having more intense problems with her parents and that would be like taking advantage of her emotional state." He confessed finally turning his attention to his friend.
Zack showed understanding and dropped his jokes, to be serious. "You have a good point, brother. But try when you see fit." The young Taylor declined to comment on Kimberly.
Jason just nodded without saying anything. Zack was silent, as his eye rattled thinking. Immediately something hit him, and he took his phone out of his pocket. "Aww... I have to work..." he groaned.
"At this hour?" inmediately Jason asked
"Yes, it's my turn to clean the restaurant. Opens at 6 am. Luck Shit." Zack answered with a sigh.
Jason nodded sympathetically. He recalled that Zack said his schedule was crap. With a smile, he held out his fist in the direction of Zack. "See you, bro."
Zack, raised an eyebrow and then smiled. "See you, bro. Take good care of those wounds of yours." He responded by striking his fist at Jason's.
Leaving Jason stunned, Zack left in the opposite direction to work. Work in a restaurant.
The young Scott then resumed his journey thinking. Zack noticed his injuries. Not much trouble, but at school yes. Considering what his friend said earlier, He's really had a sentimental attraction to Kimberly. From the beginning of high school. Or even before. Those feelings started to change in him since puberty hit him. Jason had many reasons why he hadn't told many people, or declared it to Kimberly. At the moment I did not see it viable. Responsibilities. Family and school problems. Anything.
But deep down I did want to tell you.
Scott residence. 5:23 am.
Jason returned home, and started preparing his breakfast. Quite simple, milk with cereal and orange juice.
As he put the cereal into his mouth with the spoon, he watched the messages of his friends' group. Normally Zack would wake up at 6 am, Trini and Billy at 5 am. With Kim it was diffuse, he always changed his time to wake up, he had no set time.
Zack-man: Rats? Is that serious? ... not even Disney.
Bill: In fact Zack, rats produce too many diseases. That Disney movie, at least, is realistic about it.
Jason chuckled while reading Zack and Billy's messages. And noticed Trini's warning message.
Tri: Guys, I won't go to the Juice Bar today. I have to take my little brothers to school.
Kimmie: okay, Trini. See you at school.
Zack-man: Yeah, see you there Trini. I also have to stay to chase away all these rats.
Billy: What a coincidence. I apologize in advance, I cannot be here today. I have to get to school earlier to tutor a student with problems in mathematics. It's for extra points.
Kimmie: Oh, so just Jase and I'll go.
Jason decided to intervene: Okay guys, it will be for the next one.
Sighing sad but compassionate, he finished breakfast and went up to his room to pick up his things and go to practice at the Youth Center.
Putting the necessary things in his backpack, he put it on his shoulder laughing as he did so. Leaving the room and going down the stairs while answering a private message from Kimberly, he walked to the door briefly say bye about his mother.
Ernie's Juice Bar. 6:42 am.
"Keep calm... there is no pain." Jason concentrated, placing him in an offensive pose. His body was tense. He pressed his fist, with his right arm hurting himself by force, threw a punch into the punching bag. "Hi-yah!" He screamed filling his body with conviction, launching a series of karate moves. He threw a hook, and subsequently a high kick. He had 40 consecutive minutes of stealth training.
Gasping hard, his forearm gave in to the pain. It punches more and more. He had to let it rest, but he couldn't afford it. No more. Pain is in the mind.
"Jason". Someone called him behind his back. Jason turned around to see Ernie by his side. "It's over six in the morning, boy. Why don't you come back better in the afternoon?" He suggested kindly.
Jason rubbed his chin with one hand for a moment and considered it. "Give me ten minutes Ern."
Ernie nodded, and took her leave of him with his hand. "Don't overdo it."
Jason sighed and went where he left his backpack. Removing the backpack from the chair and moving it over the table. The young Scott whispered things by opening the zipper in his backpack to put some sporting equipment.
"This stinks." He said to himself, removing his old red ribbon, all frayed and full of sweat and traces of old blood.
Scratching his nose, he put the ribbon back in. "I should clean my things better." He thought cautiously, maybe it wasn't a good idea to always use the same ribbon to get in and fight.
Resting his arms on the table, he put his head down taking a big breath of air, and then expelled it. He began to unveil his knuckles, stretching out his fingers, taking out his black jacket of red stripes and putting it on to hide the bandages. Zack noticed them. His other friends shouldn't see that. Listening to the little 'click' of the entrance, he raised his head to look at the people with an eyebrow raised, as he finished putting on his jacket. His smile was formed when he saw Kimberly was the unics in arriving.
Kimberly Aan Hart's radiant smile illuminated the former gloomy atmosphere at the Juice Bar with its positivity. She wore casual clothes, a white T-shirt with braces, a black mallon with a pink skirt, pink sneakers and a greenish grey sweatshirt, inside the sweatshirt was pink. It was clear that he was not going to practice his gymnastics.
She just came to see him.
Rising from the chair, Jason discreetly turned his back on the previous bandages and ribbon. He turned around when he finished and casually approached Kim with a little welcome smile.
Kimberly stopped before bumping into her friend dressed in red. Kim gave him a curious look at Jason's bandages and tapes, but made no comment about it. She worried, but could not assume anything immediately. Jason does well, out of the cuts on his face. She fits her garter in her hair looking at him as she says, "hi, hi, karate kid, have you found your teacher yet?" Kim's smile widened when Jason moaned in jest.
Jason rubbed his chin considering Kimberly's joke for a moment. "No. I still can't find my Mr. Miyagi." He said with a false fallen countenance.
Kim and Jase laughed at the joke willingly. Kimberly decided to sit down, moving Jason's backpack over the table and making a gesture by gently hitting the chair. Jason just raised a funny eyebrow and sat down.
Kimberly leaned her arms on the table, looking him discreetly in the eye. "I'm the second to arrive, aren't I?" She asked.
Jason leaned his elbow on the back of the chair. "Well, technically you're the third." He saw her curious eyes, so he continued to smile. "Ernie came in first to open the store and let me in."
Kimberly turned her eyes blank, and gently punched Jason's shoulder. "I meant us."
Jason laughed. "Well, yes. You are. You know others will see we at school. In fact I'll have to retire in... 7 minutes." He estimated by slightly frowning.
Kim smiled tenderly and rested on Jason's shoulder. The Scott turned his attention to her with a smile.
"Then... your parents..." Jason began, discreetly touching his right forearm with his left hand.
Kim shook his head. "Yes... they threaten each other. They have already reached... questionable levels..." she paused hesitantly, looking for Jason's eyes to feel confident. "I think they're going to divorce..." her voice trembled.
Jason opened his eyes, shook his head. He changed his position and with his right arm wrapped her in a hug. "Quiet. Calm..." he made no further comment, he did not know how to approach this situation tactfully. He could only reassure her.
Kim moved in the seat, to change her position and allow Jason to embrace her completely. Resting her head on Jason's shoulder, she felt his hands circling her back, with the comfortable words of support whispering in her ear. There was always something in his voice that calmed her down, gave warmth, affection that she liked.
Breaking the hug, Jason smiled softly at her trying to cheer her up. "Mom said yes. You can stay at night, isn't that good news?"
Kim smiled gratefully. "Of course we do. It is. Truly thank you."
Jason gave her a little squeeze on the shoulder. "I love you Kim. You would do the same for me."
Kimberly hugged him tightly, and put her head into Jason's chest hiding a flush. Jason's statement could be taken in different ways. But Kim didn't mind, she felt good about those words.
"I love you too."
Jason returned the hug, and they were expressing their affection in a prolonged comfortable silence. Jason closed his eyes enjoying the contact, hiding the pain in his arms, when Kim rested more on him.
"Do you want me to accompany you to school?" He asked, when they broke the embrace again.
"Yes, please."
Scott residence. 7:20 am.
Before long, Jason had made a quick stop to his house. He took a bath, changed his bandage and changed his clothes. He now had a white shirt, still with a black jacket with red stripes, navy blue jeans and black shoes.
While doing so, he allowed Kimberly to stay in his room, with a snack left by his mother for him before going to work. Kimberly fiddled with her fingers waiting for him with a blush on her face when she saw him leave.
Jason sat beside her, noticing Kimberly's little blush disappearing. He made no comment, did not want to judge her, but hope flourished.
"Well, I think we should go to school. There's approximately one hour left." He said feigning innocence, looking at the digital clock on his alarm clock
Kimberly shook herself mentally. She had accidentally looked out the door at Jason to undress. She didn't feel comfortable admitting it. She didn't see it enough, she didn't want to invade his privacy voluntarily. Although it did worry her to see how Jason had bandages on his forearms, why hadn't she noticed it before? Was she a bad friend?.
"We should..." replied Kim controlling a stutter.
Jason nodded, and before getting up Kim interrupted him. "... Jase... be sincere."
That took Jason by surprise, and he sat back and waited for she to continue.
"How did you hurt your arms?" She asked gently, looking at his arms covered by jacket.
"Huh?" Jason hesitated. That question was not expected. Jason made a face, and changed the direction of his head not wanting she to see his expression. She saw him. She saw his wounds. That's why she was embarrassed. She saw his wounds because of mistake. He had worried Kim unnecessarily. Feeling guilty, he touched his neck a little nervously and replied to Kim. "Second degree contusion to the right forearm. I hurt myself with the makiwara." Be honest, I didn't want to worry her too much.
Kim came closer to him, stared at his with a frown, and gently traced Jason's most injured forearm with her fingers. "Does it hurt you a lot?" She asked softly. She assumed that he had small cuts on his other arm, which were possibly treated.
Jason shook his head. "The truth, no." He lied. His arm hurt much more after the exercise.
Kim's look hardened. "Don't lie to me." She said quietly, noticing the subtle hesitation. Jason was never good at lying.
Jason sighed. "Yeah, it hurts." And he added quickly. "But I've already tried it."
"Did you use ointment?" She asked immediately when he heard his answer. She knew Jason so well and knew he always endured the pain.
"No." He shrugged his shoulders. He had that mentality of enduring pain, but Kimberly will always find a way to break that wall.
Kim frowned, and got out of bed confusing Jason. She bent down and took her medicine cabinet. Waiting for a few seconds, Kim took out the ointment tube and a towel.
Jason immediately refused. "No, no, no."
Kim ignored him and approached him and held his right arm. Jason did not even try to persuade her, Kim was stubborn when she wanted him. He sighed resigned, letting her remove the bandages, waited.
"You don't have to hide this from us Jason." Kim said quietly, noticing the swelling. She took the medicine tube and the towel. She squeezed the tube and applied a little ointment to Jason's pussy and then to his forearm.
"Kim... will be down in a few days. I appreciate the concern, but you don't need to." Jason he said with a disdainful tone, fatally trying to get her to stop. The boy sised when he felt cold, he had shivered.
"Nuh-uh". She made a sound of denial as finished applying the ointment.
"... You should not." Jason whispered, his eyes drooping.
Kim instead argued quietly, "yes should . I owe you much. And because we are friends."
"Oh, I ..." Jason paused. "I didn't want you to worry about me."
"... I always do." Kim responded, wrapping Jason's arm with the bandage.
Despite his failed attempts, he was moved by what Kimberly did. "Thank you Kimmie." He said quietly in a sincere tone.
Kim looked him in the eye, examining him, and smiled at him. "As you said before, Jase: 'I love you, you would do the same for me.' And I don't doubt it." She declared.
Jason just smiled sincerely. "Sorry, because of that. I was afraid."
"Okay, Jase. You know you can always trust me." Kim remembered, coming over and giving his a quick hug.
When she stepped back, she placed her hands on the bed and felt Jason come over and put his hand on top of her. She allowed herself to blush, and smiled at him.
Jason seeing where he put his hand, turned red, but his smile returned.
Angel Grove High. 7:45 am.
After that moment they got down together, did not take long and continued their way conversing casually until they reached Angel Grove High.
"Many people." Jason said quietly, as he watched his school with slight surprise. Students were out playing some sport or just chatting among themselves. It was just strange because he normally arrived at the school an hour earlier and the manager would let his in earlier.
"Because you're punctual, you miss these little things." Kim answered casually.
"Yeah, yeah. 'White Knight' I am". He breathed a big sigh, and began to take steps to enter the school.
Kim chuckled. "See? That nickname fits you perfectly."
Jason turned his eyes blank. "Very funny... but you're right." He accepted playfully, giving her a smile. Kim winked at him.
Jason turned around to see the other students passing by. Jason recognized some of them, some acquaintances, and shook hands with them out of respect.
Jason and Kim will head to their lockers. Leaving his backpack, and taking out his science book, he looked at Kim out of the corner of his eye, as he sometimes did. Much more often than he wanted to admit. Jason stood admiring her beauty for a few seconds, she looked at his and smiled slightly at him.
Jason shuddered a little, but his smile returned. Feeling embarrassed, he bowed his face into the locker remembering what Zack said. Hearing voices, he came to despise and put out his head to see Bulk and Skull in front of Kim.
"Hey baby, do you want the strong men to bring your books?" Skull flirts trying to touch Kim's hands.
"No, thank you Skull." Kim frowned and patted Skull's hands, preventing him from touching her.
Jason clenched his teeth a little and shook his head when he saw this interaction. He did not tolerate them. He didn't like bullies. He still felt guilty, he acted like them in the past. But he was never sexist like the Bulk and Skull. Jason breathed a sigh. Not all influences are good, those influence a person positively or negatively. He remembered.
Jason again denied his head to help Kim. "Hey, haven't you heard Kim say no?" He asked the two punk-looking thugs in a stern tone. That caught their attention and they turned around.
"Oh look, Jason the popular boy wants to be a hero, what's next for Scott, to be a terrorist?" Bulk spat, annoyed clenching his teeth, and stepped forward to Jason in an intimidating manner without much success.
"Yes, a terrorist." He repeated Skull making the same move.
Jason didn't thank the comment, and his face was indifferent. Didn't they think that attacking one of the most popular boy in the school would be a bad move on your reputation?.
Apparently not.
"What are you? His parrot?" Jason asked with a raised eyebrow. The Scott looked to the side and saw Kim, repressing some laughter. Jason smiled slightly when she heard her chuckles.
"No one insults my friend and gets away with it." Bulk threatened.
"What are you going to do about it?" Jason questioned, crossing his arms. These guys wouldn't be stupid enough to fight someone with a black belt, right? They looked at each other and put themselves in an aggressive pose.
Yeah, they were idiots.
"Come on, Skull, get it." Bulk ordered his skinny friend. He received an affirmation from Skull. The two charged at Jason, but Jason only took two steps to the side.
"Where did Bulk go?" Questioned Skull, stopping when he lost Jason out of sight.
"He just disappeared." Bulk muttered, looking to the sides.
"Behind you." A voice came from behind.
The two looked behind them. The cold and hostile look made them tremble. The two looked at each other in fear and ran like cowards. The blackhairer simply shook his head and turned around.
"Are you okay, Kim?" Jason asked gently.
"Yes, I'm fine, Jase. Thank you." Kim replied, with a grateful smile. Kimberly closed her locker after receiving her books and approached Jason. "So um, come on, what lesson do you have now?" Asked Kim trying to keep Jason company.
"Science ". He replied immediately.
"Come on, I also have science." Kimberly said with a happy and satisfied smile, as she spent time in a class with Jason. Jason nodded and took his left arm to Kim's waist. She blushed visibly. The two left after Jason closed his locker and they began talking about very trivial conversions.
"The other day I saw a comic book in a store about the Ninja Turtles." Kim commented, listening attentively to Jason's talk about those characters. Since she met him, Jason had always been a fan of comics and superheroes. She never bothered to talk about 'manly' topics. And he didn't mind her talking about more 'feminine' things either. They always Shared anything.
"Really?" Asked Jason showing emotion.
"Yep". Kim smiled playfully. "If you want, let's go buy it one day."
Jason nodded immediately. Go buy comics and hang out with kimberly. It was perfect.
"But with one condition." Kim added. Jason signaled to continue. "I want you to help me carry my clothes bags."
Jason turned his eyes blank. "... I'm not a mule." He complained quietly, though he knew it was a joke.
Kim laughed. "I know. I'm just joking about that." she continue with sincerity. "But yes, I'd like you to join me. I saw some nice earrings that I'd like to get."
Jason offered her a smile. "Okay. We both get what we want."
"That's the plan." She smiled back.
Entering the classroom, the two heard something and looked to see Bulk and Skull molesting a teenage boy with glasses.
"Again? They don't get tired. Poor Billy." Jason asked with a pinch of poison in his voice. He was upset because Billy was always being bullied.
"Oh, no... Why does he always have to be Billy?" Kim said, shaking his head.
"Cowards." Jason said witout no beating about the bush, the anger was clear in his voice.
Kimberly looked at Jason's expression and saw a very different look in his eyes. His eyes shone wildly with anger. Jason then approached Kimberly and followed her until they arrived with Bulk and Skull.
"Bulk give me back my book." Billy pleaded, trying to retrieve his book.
"Come on, geek, don't be a shit." Bulk mocked by stretching his arm further away from Billy's hands.
Without Bulk even realizing it, Jason came behind him and took away Billy's book. And he cut the cords that held both the thugs' pants.
"What shit?" Bulk said in shock.
"My hand is faster than your eyes Bulk." He said harshly, and then pointed to the fat guy's bottom. "Oh, and by the way you two, ugly underpanths."
The two thugs looked down and noticed that the pants were around the ankles. The two quickly pulled up their pants and walked to the seats, although the class laughed a lot.
"I think this belongs to you, Billy." Jason said handing over the book.
"Thanks, Jason." Billy thanked him.
"You're welcome little brother." Jason responded with a fraternal smile.
Kim approached them with a soft smile upon seeing the interaction. Jason then walked to his seat and Kim sat next to him. After the boring class nobody CARES. The only interesting thing was that they talked about evolution in depth. Jason said goodbye to Kim and right now he was back in his locker getting his next lesson book when Billy came over.
"Greetings." Billy saluted.
"Hello." Jason returned the greeting to his friend.
"Listen, thank you for what you did before." Billy adjusted his glasses and smiled gratefully.
"Hey, I hate to see people being bullied. Especially my little brother." Jason responded with a smile. Billy thanked moved by the latter.
"Mathematics?" He asked Billy, noting the book Jason took out. He received a nod from Jason. "Me too." Billy affirmed.
"Come on." Jason cheered up when they started walking. The two left. The two friends walked side by side in the hallway as they had always done for almost a decade. However, due to his reputation as a martial arts sportsman, most of the school could not understand why Jason would be standing with an idiot like Billy. But Jason simply didn't care about the social status of being part of a sport. Jason had his reasons for doing so. He owed Billy a lot. Never mind, he would never turn his back on Billy.
"You know, the youth center is conducting a martial arts tutoring." Jason reported subtly. "Are you interested in going?"
"No I'm not sure my physical stature will allow me to compete." Billy stammered nervously, "are you?"
"Of course," Jason chuckled," this time I'll be giving the class."
"Congratulations." "Billy said sincerely. "Then I will consider entering the class to learn."
"Fantastic, Billy." Jason smiled, proud. That way they wouldn't mess with Billy anymore.
Casually addressing, they arrived in the classroom. The class was boring... And the same dynamic...
Angel Grove High School. 12:13 PM.
Later, Jason was sitting on the stairs in a school hallway. Jason was leaning against the wall with his head down, lying with a pencil in his notebook resting on his legs. Young Scott took the pencil close to his lip, pondering a moment to add to the drawing.
"And... no. That won't be good." He observed, scratching his head gently. Out of the corner of his eye he saw two girls approaching. He settled in their place so that he could recognize them. It was Kimberly and Trini who came with a tray of food each.
Trini. She was very sensible and mature. It was zen in the group of friends, with his serenity. She was one of her best friends. Zack had introduced her one day.
"Hello, Jase." Kimberly nodded gently, sitting next to his and resting her head on Jason's shoulder.
"Hi Kim, Trini." Jason greeted them, making a small space without removing Kimberly from his shoulder.
"Can we sit down, White Knight?" Trini joked about sitting under them, seeing how Kim had already sat down before she even asked. Despite the quiet voice with the joking touch, Jason was able to appreciate jealousy. He raised an eyebrow but refrained from commenting on that.
"White Knight..." Jason slowly said, there was frustration in his voice. Jason looked at Kim and she shrugged her shoulders.
Jason sighed and waved his hand to her to sit down. "Go ahead trini, sit down." He invited quietly.
Trini sat down a step below Jason and Kim. While Trini was eating his meal, she was curious to see Jason so attentive to the painting.
"Jason, what are you doing?" Trini asked curiously, while her head was stretched out to get a good appreciation. Trini's words caught Kim's attention, and she also looked at the notebook and later at Jason.
Jason felt uncomfortable with the looks. He felt a lot of pressure. "Oh uh, I like to draw in my spare time, "Jason hesitates, shrugging back.
"Can I see?" Trini asked kindly, with a hint of curiosity.
"Sure..." Jason hesitated, and looked absent-mindedly at Kim, who also nodded with curiosity. He smiled and said, "you can see."
"Perfect." Trini thanked her and took the book with care to damage any leaf. Trini and Kimberly looked at the sketch book and were surprised when they saw tigers both orange and white and including sabre, wolves, bears, cranes, hawks and apes, Chinese dragons, fenixs, unicorns, griffins, tyrannosaurus, triceratops, pterodactyls, mammoths and just to name a few.
"Wow." Kim breathed a sigh of amazement. When her mouth closed a little smile adorning her face, her eyes sparkle with pride when Trini returned the notebook to Jason.
"How long did it take you to do that?" Trini asked, in her voice there was emotion in her serene tone.
"It depends a lot on the drawing. It can take minutes, hours, days, weeks, even months... it's hard to say exactly how much." Jason explained, scratching his embarrassed cheek.
"It's a long time." Trini murmured in amazement.
"I have some finishes in my house. They are already full color..." Jason added, looking at Kim and Trini at the same time.
"Can we see it?" The two girls interrupted him.
"I'll see if I can find them and then I'll bring him back." Jason responded by scratching his head.
"Sweet!" The two girls cheered.
Feeling pleased, and nervous to see the glances of the girls still decided to change the subject brutely. "Where is Zach? , I haven't seen him since the morning, "he asked, it was true. He had not seen Zack since he told him he was going to work.
An indignant cry answered his question.
"Vegetables for Zack-man are poison! Better give me meatloaf!"
Juice Bar. 3:10 PM
Later, after school, the five were in the youth center chatting happily at a table. Jason was sitting in the middle drinking a strawberry shake. Kim was sitting next to his, leaning her elbows on the table. Trini sat next to Kim, explaining to Billy some basic forms of defense, with Billy standing at the other end of the table writing down Trini's every word. Zack, sitting between Jason and Billy, was looking at Angela from afar, muttering things.
Enjoying the time together, Jason couldn't help smiling. His wish to be able to spend more time with his friends was coming true. He was pleased and happy with himself. Of the few times I did, not even karate could match this feeling I felt at that moment. Only his mother or Kim could match him.
"What about the smile?" Kim asked gently, noticing that 'smile', which she had rarely seen in Jason. Most of the time he had seen that smile when he dedicated it to her, or he was very cheerful.
"Well, I just really enjoy spending time this way with you." Jason confessed, they looked slowly at each of their friends, giving each of them that smile long enough.
"Oh, Jase." Kim smiled, and when she heard that answer from Jason, she felt her heart warm.
"Well, always spend time the same way with your four best friends." Trini replied, her serene voice was completely joyful.
"Thank you guys." Jason thanked as a small part of the hole in his heart began to fill up.
After all, his friends were always going to be by his side.
Scott residence. 8:05 PM
Jason lay down on his bed. I had recently come home. He spent the rest of the day with his friends, and at 6 PM he went to the dojo to train with his sensei (normally at 7 am or 7 PM, today was the exception due to his injury). In his bed he waited for Kim's arrival, recapitulating what happened today. Filled with doubts, dark thoughts, they were illuminated by the image of their mother and friends. Smiling slightly, their thoughts turned to the science class.
His teacher talked about evolution and different creatures that lived in various times. And he even laughed when he remembered how Billy corrected Zack when he said mammoths and saber-toothed tigers coexist with dinosaurs.
However, in the entire class, the creature that most caught his attention was Tyrannosaurus. The famous lizard. It was portrayed in various media, especially films such as Jurassic park. He always felt a genuine communication with that beast, as if every trait of his was his own. The powerful roar echoed in his mind, Jason always swore it was a cry, ora call for help, but now it was a call.
Jason felt like Tyrannosaurus called him.
Jason was left in trance. How in his mind he began to form an image of a Red Warrior wielding a medieval sword in his hands. A Chinese Red Dragon around it entroning the Tyrannosaurus. The Tyrannosaurus did not fight, nor did it make any sound, it was as if the other lizard was part of it.
The call was accepted, and even Jason felt some of that power that filled his being.
With a call from his mother, he came out of the trance. "Jason, honey. Kimberly-girl has just arrived. We will eat the sushi I promised you with her." He remembered his mother behind the door.
- still feeling the vibe - he answered unsure. "Uh... Yeah, okay."
¿That shit was?
Unknown.
We find ourselves in the desert, passing slowly through the desert and rocky terrain as we approach a large stone structure... And a strange building on top of it. Inside the strange building there were devices and consoles that seemed out of place. They were more technologically advanced than those on earth. And the only being that moved was a single figure covered in a shadow, as the location seemed not to be active. Then within a few seconds, three large glass pillars began to shine with light. Around the installation, computers started turning on, adding more light.
Suddenly, a tremendous, almost overwhelming light filled the room. If it came from the central pillar. A soft and soothing blue light filled the center. As if the light itself was protecting everything it touched as it flooded the room. Slowly, a face began to form in the shiny tube, slightly distorted as if it were the reflection of a face in a gently swirling pool of water.
"Alpha, my successor has been chosen... Rita will be back, soon."
TO BE CONTINUE...
Author's notes:
Hello readers. First of all I apologize for writing, grammar, spelling mistakes or everything in general. English is not my mother tongue, in fact it is Spanish (American Spanish).
So if you want to correct me do it with pleasure, that way I learn more about English and correct my mistakes. In fact, that's why I'm writing in English to learn. I enjoy writing and improving my English.
Leaving aside that, I clarified some things in the chapter.
This was a prologue * slapped in the face for being an obvious captain *. Is more focused on explaining the general. Not much detail to develop later in the course of fanfic. (the other chapters will be shorter than this foreword).It will follow the Canon of the classic series with changes that will be made as Jason as unique ranger. His confrontations with Rita as well as his personal life and relationships.
This fanfic is based mainly on the classic series of 1993, with additions of the 2017 film, both modern and classic comics (especially those from Boom Studios! as major source of inspiration), headcanon and own additions. So it's an au.
I was inspired by several users of the platform to be writing this fic. I really love your content.
I hope you enjoyed it. I will gladly await your reviews. I take my leave here.
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