Tyler woke up
in the middle of the night and realized the bed was empty. That was rather
unusual, because Terry was a much deeper sleeper than he. If she was up
and around, something must be bothering her. For some reason, that bothered
him. He didn't really understand why he worried about her being upset,
but he did. He had noticed some oddities in her behavior lately, as well.
She sometimes looked as if her mind was a million miles away, and she seemed
to be finding it harder and harder to dredge up enthusiasm for a new attack
on the Power Rangers. Also, when they touched, there seemed to be a softness
in her that had not been there before. He wasn't sure why, but he liked
it.
Rising out of
bed, he pulled on a pair of shorts and went looking for her. The vacuum
of the Moon did not bother either of them, thanks to the spells Rita provided
them with. Neither of them even noticed the cold or the airlessness of
deep space. Tyler was far too preoccupied with his own thoughts and worries
to care. He was changing as well, and he wasn't sure why. He thought about
Terry far more than he ought too, caring more about protecting her than
about destroying the enemy. He wasn't sure why he was having these feelings,
and he certainly didn't like it. He was Rita's greatest warrior. If he
grew weak and sentimental, he would surely be destroyed.
Tyler finally
found Terry sitting at the top of a rock ridge, staring at the full Earth
above them. The Winnebago was currently parked at the Sinus Medii, where
the Earth was always directly overhead. Terry had told him once that she
liked the drama in the view there. Sitting down next to her, he said nothing,
simply waited.
Looking at him
out of the corner of her eye, Terry sighed. She had awakened next to him
in the middle of the night, and had spent a good deal of time just watching
him sleep. For some reason, every time she looked at him, she felt strange.
More and more, she had a desire to protect him and make him happy. These
strange feelings were spilling over into other things, as well.
"I'm scared,"
she finally admitted, breaking the silence. "I feel so strange inside.
I don't want to fight the Power Rangers any more. I just want to get away
from it all. What's happening to me?"
She sounded
as if she was on the verge of tears. Not really understanding why he did
it, Tyler reached out and drew her into his arms, holding her tightly.
"I don't know, Terry, but I promise, I'll help you no matter what," he
promised.
"I can't believe
you're back already," Skull grinned, loading his friend's suitcases in
the trunk of his car.
"For good this
time, buddy," replied Bulk. "I've got a job as a diplomatic courier, since
I know the area. I'm going to be here for a while."
"It's good to
have you back, Bulk." Hopping into the car, the two men drove in silence
for a while.
"So how's everything
going? How's Tommy?" Bulk asked. The last time he'd been home, Tommy had
been suffering from exhaustion, to the point where the other Rangers had
been planning to force him to take a vacation from the team.
"Oh, he's doing
all right. We made him take a break, but he's recovered now. Unfortunately,
Tyler has some back-up. Her name is Terry, and she's Jamie's duplicate.
Jamie is Jason's girlfriend, and the Purple Ranger."
"Oh, yeah, the
short redhead. I think I met her once."
"Right. Well,
Rita made Terry into the Purple Warrior, and basically Tyler's backup.
They're causing a lot of havoc."
"Nasty. How's
your love life going?"
Skull grinned.
"Not bad. Kimberly and I are going to a major party next week at Ernie's.
It's the twentieth anniversary of the juice bar. Want me to see if I can
try to fix you up with someone?"
Chuckling, Bulk
shook his head. "No, I don't think so. I prefer to find my own dates, thank
you very much. Besides, all the girls you know are taken."
"Yeah, I guess
you're right. Kat's dating David, Tanya's with Adam, Lil's with Tommy,
Katya's with Rocky, Chris is with Billy, Jamie's with Jason, Trini's with
Richie, and Kim's with me. Still, I'm sure we can find someone to fix you
up with. And even if you're stag, you can hang around with us."
Bulk smiled.
"Hard to believe, isn't it, Skull? We're now hanging around with the people
who we made miserable throughout high school. Does Richie know about Trini's
day job?"
Skull shook
his head. "No, you and David are the only non-Ranger, non-Warrior, non-parents
to know the team's identities. Well, there's Aisha Campbell, of course,
but we hardly ever hear from her. The mail service ain't too great out
on the African veldt. She didn't even know Jason was sick until we'd already
saved him."
"So she probably
won't be returning, huh?" Bulk thought back to the time that he had suddenly
and inexplicably fallen head over heels for Aisha. Later, he had realized
that he must have been caught in the spell of a monster, just like every
other poor shmuck in the school that day. He liked Aisha, and thought she
was pretty, but she just wasn't his type romantically.
"Naw, I don't
think so. Why, are you interested?" Skull shot his friend a sly glance
out of the corner of one eye. Bulk replied to that with an indelicate snort.
"No, not really.
She's not my type. Besides, she'd be Zack's girlfriend if she was home.
I'd lay bets on it."
"Actually, the
Zack-man finally snagged Angela. I guess being at that peace conference
had matured him enough that he was "acceptable" to her high standards.
Well, that and the fact that she grew up too. Remember the time he hired
us to play music at their table when he took her to that French restaurant?"
Seeing that Bulk did, Skull went on to describe what else had happened
at that fateful dinner, namely the attack of the Oysterizer, complete with
sound effects. The story itself wasn't very funny, but the way Skull told
it had Bulk laughing so hard that he almost fell out of his seat. During
one of the moments that he caught his breath, Bulk thought with incredulity
about how much the two of them had changed. He was doing really important
work for the first time in his life, carrying documents that meant a great
deal to the people who sent and received them. Skull was a Power Ranger,
with all the responsibilities and danger that implied. Wistfully, he wondered
if they had changed so much that the friendship between them was gone for
good.
A few days later,
Bulk had been easily absorbed into the group. Skull's absolute trust in
his friend had gone a long way to improving the other Rangers' opinion
of Bulk, and he helped things along by acting like a normal person for
the first time in his acquaintance with them. One day, while Bulk and the
Morphin Warriors were in the park, trouble struck. Jason's communicator
toned, and the seven teens drew close.
"We read you,
Zordon. What's up?"
"Rangers, a
dire situation has arisen. Tyler and Terry are downtown with Goldar, causing
havoc in Chinatown. Teleport to the Power Chamber and I will explain the
situation. Also, bring Bulk with you. Alpha and I would like to talk to
him."
The Rangers
looked at each other, then at Bulk, who shrugged. In seven flashes of light,
they disappeared.
At the Power
Chamber, the chaos on the viewing globe immediately caught everyone's attention.
"Geez," Zack sighed, "what is it with Rita and the Asian-American sections
of Angel Grove?"
"Chinatown and
Little Japan are among the most populated sections of the city," Zordon
rumbled. "No doubt Rita wishes to put you on the defensive."
"Well, she's
doing a wonderful job," Kimberly grumped.
"We'll handle
her," Jason assured Zordon. "It's morphin time!"
"Tigerzord!"
"Mastodon!"
"Pterodactyl!"
"Triceratops!"
"Saber-Toothed
Tiger!"
"Tyrannosaurus!"
In six flashes
of color, the six disappeared, leaving a duly impressed Bulk behind.
"All right, Rangers,
spread out," Jason ordered. "Zack, Trini, take the Tengas. Skull, Kim,
Billy, handle our two Morphin Warrior friends. Goldar's mine," he snarled,
battle rage lighting his eyes. Their assignments received, the Morphin
Warriors hurled themselves into battle.
Zack and Trini,
back to back, sent the Tengas flying over, under, and through: over and
under each other, and through various flimsy structures on the street.
Also, their weapons were cutting quite a swathe through the flock.
"So nice to
see you again, White Warrior," Tyler smirked. "Let's end this, shall we?"
"With pleasure,"
Skull shot back. The two men summoned their swords and a pitched battle
followed. Meanwhile Kimberly and Billy were occupied with Terry, who was
wielding her staff with economy and grace. Kimberly was able to block some
of the attacks with her bow, but it wasn't really made for such things.
Terry was far too agile for either Ranger to use their projectile attacks.
"It's good to
see you back in action, Jason," Goldar taunted. "Tommy wasn't much of a
challenge. After all, I learned all his moves a long time ago. Hopefully
you'll give me more of a workout."
Jason smiled
grimly. "If it's a workout you want, Goldar, then you're going to get it-
in spades." Pulling out his broadsword, he moved to the attack. Thrusting,
parrying, and cutting, the two masters of the sword fought back and forth.
The only sounds heard were the clang of metal against metal and their harsh,
heavy breathing. Jason's face was set and cold, his eyes blazing with fury.
Someone who knew him well would be able to detect the signs of Jason's
berserker rage flooding through him. Goldar did know Jason well, and was
beginning to worry. Still, he only had to distract Jason until one of Rita's
Morphin Warriors managed to defeat his or her opponent, and then the young
man would be less of a danger.
Terry had just
dodged a shot from Kimberly's bow when her breath caught in her throat.
A section of concrete ledge, loosened from the building it decorated by
Goldar's eyebeams during the initial assault, was crumbling, about to plummet
straight down onto a six year-old girl who was watching the fight from
the sidewalk, too afraid to move away. Suddenly, she did not think. She
simply acted. Throwing herself past the startled Kimberly and Billy, she
launched herself at the girl, knocking her out of the way of the falling
concrete. Rolling, Terry came up unhurt, with the child unscathed as well.
"Are you okay,
honey?" Terry asked, concerned. The little girl nodded, speechless with
awe. "Then you'd better get out of here, okay? Go that way; you'll be safe."
The child smiled at her and then ran off in the indicated direction. Pulling
herself to her feet, Terry turned to face her opponents and stopped. Suddenly
she was tired, bone-weary of all the strife.
"You win for
now, Rangers," she sighed. "Enjoy it while you can." Then she teleported
out in a flash of violet flame. Tyler, watching her go, followed suit,
leaving only Goldar to carry on the fight. Realizing he was alone and that
he would have no help with Jason, the cowardly henchman teleported out.
"Jason," Trini
said quietly, "are you all right?"
Panting, Jason
nodded, flashing her a quick smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just got a little
carried away there. Come on, let's head back to the Power Chamber."
"O'Neil! In my
office now!" yelled Ronald Jacobs. Jacobs was the cantankerous editor of
one of Angel Grove's three major newspapers, The Angel Grove Gazette.
The Gazette's major competitor was the Chronicle, which had
the best reporting team in the city, Clark Lane and Lois Kent. They had
recently published yet another article about the Power Rangers, and as
usual, Parker O'Neil was feeling the heat.
"Yes, boss?"
he asked, strolling into Jacobs' office and casually taking a seat in a
chair. Parker was 6'4", and well-muscled, with brown-blond hair and odd
tawny eyes. He radiated the easy charm and complete confidence that made
him such a wonderful reporter. People talked to him, even people who had
something to hide. But it was Parker's skill with a camera that made him
such a valuable asset to the Gazette. He had a gift for taking pictures,
especially pictures of the Power Rangers, that no one else could take.
Not to mention that he was the only reporter the Power Rangers would talk
to.
"O'Neil, why
the heck didn't you get this story? 'Hydra Monster rips up Little Japan.'
The Chronicle's made fools of us- again."
Parker just
grinned at his choleric boss. "Relax. I've got something even better."
Tossing a packet on Jacobs' desk, he had the pleasure of seeing the older
man's eyes light up as he thumbed threw it.
"A direct interview
with the Power Rangers! Plus pictures of those two evil Morphin Warriors!
Hot damn, O'Neil, you've pulled it off again!"
"That interview
gives everything Kent's article has, all from the Power Ranger's mouth,
so to speak. We'll blow them away."
"I knew I hired
you for a reason, boy. Now go on, go find me another headline." Shaking
his head, Parker left Jacobs' office, whistling.
If only his
family was as easy to deal with as his office. As he left the building,
he sighed, thinking about the changes in his sister's behavior recently.
She had always been somewhat withdrawn, but she had still confided in him.
Now, however, she seemed to have a secret that she wouldn't share, even
with him. It all seemed to be tied up with Tommy Oliver, her new boyfriend.
Parker liked the guy well enough, but he had been unable to shake the certainty
that he was mixed up in something way beyond his years. A quick background
check had turned up nothing but squeaky-clean, though. That only served
to fuel Parker's suspicions, despite all evidence to Tommy's innocence.
Pushing his
worries out of his mind, Parker hopped into his car, a 1989 cherry-red
Mustang convertible. It was a lovely piece of work, and had been his for
about three years. He had worked hard on keeping it in shape, and it could
outrun and outmaneuver 90 percent of the cars in Angel Grove. In his line
of work as an investigative reporter, that had come in handy on more than
one occasion. As he drove, he kept his eyes open for any potential stories.
Reporters were always on duty, after all.
On the Moon,
Terry sat staring at the Earth above her. After their return from battle,
she and Tyler had been thoroughly chewed out by Rita, who had then retired,
saying something about a headache. Now she was alone, trying to think about
what she had done and why. Suddenly a pair of hands descended on her shoulders.
She started, then relaxed when she realized it was Tyler.
"Penny for your
thoughts," he said quietly. She smiled, shaking her head.
"I don't think
they're worth a penny. I was just thinking how tired I am. I don't want
to fight anymore. I don't know what I want, but that's not it."
He wrapped his
arms around her, pulling her closer. "Sounds like we need a vacation."
"That's it!"
she cried, leaping to her feet. "Let's go down to Earth, you and me. Not
as Morphin Warriors, not to cause trouble, but just to have some fun! We
could go to the movies or something."
"What about
Rita? Won't she object?"
Terry grinned.
"There's an old Earth saying, 'Better to ask forgiveness than permission.'
Besides, she won't care as long as we're available for her next scheme."
Tyler began
to smile as well. Terry's enthusiasm was infectious. "You have any money?"
With a flourish,
Terry produced a full wallet. "I was bored the other day, and bucked cases
of Coca-Cola onto a truck for a few hours. They paid me nearly a hundred
bucks!"
"Then let's
go. This is the nineties, you can treat me." Laughing the two of them disappeared.
"I can't believe
this," Trini chuckled. "Bulk is going to be hanging out at the party with
us!"
"Believe it,"
Zack told her, grinning. "He's grown up a lot. A lot of fun to have around,
too." Just then, the object of their conversation came out of his house,
adjusting his jacket and absently rubbing the black and white communicator
which rested on his wrist.
"Ready?" Bulk
asked. Trini and Kimberly looked him up and down. Kimberly whistled, causing
Skull to raise an eyebrow at her.
"Bulk, you look
great," Kimberly said frankly. Bulk's hair was neatly combed, and the tuxedo
jacket he was wearing was impeccably tailored to fit his beefy frame. Now
that he had lost weight and gained muscle, he looked marvelous.
"Thanks. The
tux was sort of a going-away present from the office in France. They took
me to a tailor and had a suit and a tuxedo custom-made for me."
"I think you
outshine us all, Bulky," Skull grinned, only half-serious. The anniversary
party was a formal affair, and all the Rangers were dressed in their best.
Skull wore a white tuxedo with a pink vest. On anyone else, it would have
looked ridiculous, but he managed to pull it off. Kimberly, of course,
wore a pink sheath dress which showed off her body perfectly. Jason's black
tuxedo had a dark red vest, and Jamie, leaning on his arm, wore a beautiful
knee-length gown of purple velvet. Zack, of course, wore a black tuxedo
with sparkling black cummerbund and tie, which perfectly matched Angela's
shimmering black dress. Richie wore a tuxedo with a light yellow vest and
tie, which went perfectly with Trini's yellow Chinese-necked silk gown.
Embroidered on it were tigers and kirins, Chinese unicorns. Finally, Billy
wore a tuxedo with a vest of midnight blue. Next to him, Christina shone
like a star in her simple white slip dress.
"The others
will meet us at the youth center," Jason said. "We decided it would be
easier if we split into two groups for this." The teens piled into their
respective vehicles, and it was off to the dance.
Once at the
dance, they met up with the rest of the Rangers, and Bulk was amused to
see that all of them were also dressed in their colors. Looking around
himself, he felt a little uncomfortable. It wasn't the tie around his neck,
although that was helping. Rather, it was the realization that he was definitely
the odd man out in this group. They all shared a secret, an experience
far beyond anything he had ever known, and he was firmly on the outside.
They didn't do it on purpose, of course; they couldn't help it. Still,
he felt as if he were standing on one side of a glass wall, and Skull,
his longtime and only friend, was securely on the other side.
Sighing, he
looked around the room. Suddenly his jaw dropped. A short girl with sandy,
curly hair, dressed in a police-blue gown, was standing at the punch bowl,
watching the dancers wistfully. Summoning all his courage, he walked over
to her.
"Connie?" he
asked quietly. She whirled, her eyes wide. "Long time, no see," he continued.
"Remember me?"
"Farkas? How
could I forget? You were the one that gave me the courage to quit the force."
"Well, it's
nice to know I made a difference, even if it wasn't the one I was aiming
for. Are you here alone?"
She nodded.
"Yeah. I'm still the chief's daughter, even if I am off the Junior Police
Patrol. You think anyone's going to ask me out?"
"I would," he
said quietly, extending a hand. "Do you want to dance?"
She stared at
him for a long moment, then took it, letting him draw her onto the floor.
Over where the
Rangers were hanging out, Skull looked around, frowning. "Has anybody seen
Bulk?"
Rocky just chuckled,
pointing out over the floor. Skull followed Rocky's finger, his jaw hitting
the floor as he caught sight of his friend.
"All right,
Bulk!" Skull grinned. He had known from the start that Bulk was interested
in Connie Crandall, ever since that awful "Dress your Decade" dance, when
he had tried everything to impress her, and wound up getting Lt. Stone
fired from the police force. As it turned out, that escapade had been the
best thing to happen to both of them. He was just glad that his friend
had managed to find someone to care about the way he had.
"That was fun,"
Terry giggled, as she and Tyler left the movie theater. They had gone to
see "Men in Black," laughing at the way aliens were portrayed, as well
as most of the other things. It had felt so wonderful not to think about
battle tactics, or when to attack the Power Rangers. She wished the night
could go on forever.
"Yeah, it was.
So what do you want to do next?" Tyler asked, smiling down at her. He had
never seen her so happy before, and he couldn't quite understand why that
made him feel so good. Still, he wasn't about to give it up.
"Let's go to
the Angel Grove Amusement Park! It's open until two in the morning, and
we don't have anywhere to go."
"Sounds good
to me." The two of them headed off to the amusement park. That night, they
had been shopping at the Angel Grove Mall prior to going to the movie theater.
Terry had gone into a bit of a frenzy, trying on clothes in most of the
boutiques they had passed. Tyler hadn't been too upset, seeing as she looked
very good in the clothes she tried on. Luckily, they hadn't had to hide
from people at all, as seeing Tommy and Jamie around Angel Grove together
was not an uncommon sight. As long as they didn't kiss in public, they
were fine.
Once at the
amusement park, they rode all the rides, some more than once. Tyler had
to admit that this was certainly more fun than fighting for the umpteenth
time with Skull or Tommy. The thing that made it best, however, was the
expression on Terry's face. She was really getting into living like a normal
human, and Tyler felt a pang of sadness that it couldn't be this way all
the time.
At one of the
game booths, he won her a little stuffed wyvern, without using any of his
special powers. She gave him a kiss, and carried it with her for the rest
of the night, although she could have easily stuffed it into a subspace
pocket. He had to admit, the thing was kind of cute.
At two in the
morning, after the park had closed, they continued to walk the moonlit
streets of Angel Grove, completely unconcerned with muggers. After all,
when you could drain energy with a simple touch, or conjure up flames with
a wave of your hand, street criminals ceased to be one of your major worries.
"It looks so
beautiful, so peaceful," Terry sighed, looking up at the bone-white moon
hanging in the sky above her. "Hard to believe that there's such an evil
witch up there, isn't it?" Suddenly she turned to look Tyler in the eyes.
"Tyler, I don't want to go back to the moon tonight. Can't we stay on Earth
a little longer? I want to see the sun come up."
Tyler thought
for a long moment, then nodded. "I think so. Come on. I know just where
we can go."
Sometime later,
after they had hiked up to the top of Maguire's Leap, the two of them lay
on a blanket that Tyler had pulled out of their dimension, staring up at
the moon and the stars. They lay there, snuggling, talking of inconsequentialities
as the hours ticked by. Finally, the sun began to peek over the horizon,
painting the sky in hues of pink, orange, and gold as it came. "So beautiful,"
Terry murmured, snuggling closer to Tyler. Almost immediately, she was
asleep.
She's right,
it is beautiful, he thought, holding her close. The sunlight is
incredible. How can we destroy this? If Rita has her way, the skies will
be forever gray with dirt and dust, and no one will ever see this again,
certainly not with free eyes. How can we let that happen? His thoughts
disturbed him. How could he think of being disloyal to Rita? She had created
him, and he owed her his fealty. Didn't he? A voice in his heart kept telling
him that he didn't owe Rita anything.
"Think about
it later, Oliver," he sighed aloud. Casting a spell of invisibility and
a protective shield around the two of them, Tyler settled down to sleep
in Terry's arms.
On the moon,
everything was still. It was the middle of the fourteen-day night on the
back of the Moon, where the Winnebago was now parked. Everything was pitch-black-
except for the strange, greenish glow emanating from the Mirror of Night
where it lay on the table in Rita's workroom. The glow was not the emerald
green of Tommy and Tyler's power, but rather a sickly yellow-green, the
color of an old bruise. An awful humming sound was heard, growing louder
and louder. Rita, woken from her sleep, stumbled into the workroom.
"What in the
nine levels of inferno is going on here?" she cried. The Mirror began to
pulse, changing shape. The darkness began to flow out of the frame, changing
until it took on a different form. The creature was composed of pure darkness,
black as night, and shaped like a dragon. Turning its empty eye-pits towards
Rita, it began to chuckle. Rito and Goldar, who had been drawn by the commotion,
looked at each other and ran. Had anyone been clocking them, our non-existent
observer would have found that they broke the land speed records for winged
monkeys, walking skeletons, and most cheetahs. They were over the terminator,
the line between dark and light, in about five minutes.
I return!
the creature cried, stretching its serpentine neck towards the ceiling
of the Winnebago. I am released into the world of day once more! It
is at last time for me to feed on the darkness of the mortals and attain
my throne!
Swallowing hard
and summoning all her courage, Rita took a step forward. "And just who
are you, anyway?"
Foolish mortal!
I am midnight, I am fear! I am the essence of that which haunts you even
in your dreams! I am the demon NYGHTMAYR!
Rita blanched.
The name of Nyghtmayr was known to all evil beings throughout the galaxy.
It was the essence of the worst nightmares of anything it encountered,
feeding on the dark emotions of the human spirit. It had created the Mirror
of Night long ago from its own essence, and apparently had used it as a
gateway to return from the place where the Powers of Light had imprisoned
it long ago. Picking up her skirts, Rita Repulsa turned and ran after her
henchman and her brother, making better time than either. Behind her, Nyghtmayr's
insane laughter echoed in her brain.
Much later in
the morning, the Rangers were interrupted as they went about their morning
routine by the chiming of their communicators. Teleporting to the Power
Chamber, they found with some shock that Zordon had summoned all sixteen
Rangers, plus Bulk.
"Zordon, why
call all of us?" Tommy asked, stepping forward.
"Yeah," Jason
seconded. "It's a little crowded in here."
"Rangers, a
creature of unfathomable evil has appeared on Earth. It is the demon Nyghtmayr,
a living nightmare if one ever existed. It is the creator of the Mirror
of Night, which was a part of it. Long ago, the Powers of Light had exiled
it to the Lost Dimension, a place from which nothing has returned. It was
thought to be contained there forever. Unfortunately, Rita's recent use
of the Mirror of Night has released it from its captivity and it has landed
in Angel Grove Park. Observe the viewing globe." Zordon's voice was far
grimmer than the Rangers had ever heard it. Frowning, they turned to the
globe and gasped. A dragon made entirely of darkness was in the middle
of Angel Grove Park. It didn't seem to be doing anything, but overhead,
a vortex of dark clouds was forming, and the wind began to pick up.
"It's a Shadow,"
Tommy whispered, his eyes huge. "It's the template the Shadow Empire was
created from." Beside him, Billy swallowed, remembering his incarceration
at the hands of the Shadow Empire almost a year before.
"Indeed, Tommy.
One of the many theories on the origin of the Shadow Empire states that
they may have been created by a sorcerer who tried to free Nyghtmayr. He
failed- and paid with his life. Nyghtmayr is far more powerful than the
Shadows you fought, even the one who ran the castle. He will not only be
able to absorb your spirit, but your very being, locking you within him
forever."
The Rangers
paled at this thought, and Rocky quickly crossed himself and began to pray.
"We have to
stop him," Tommy gulped, "despite the risk. It's our duty, it's what we
do. Bulk, are you going to be okay?"
The bigger boy
nodded. "You bet. I'd rather be here watching it happen than at home wondering
if you're all right."
"Rangers, you
must be careful. If you do not work together, Nyghtmayr will be too powerful
for you. Please, use the utmost caution."
"We will, Zordon,"
Jason replied. Looking at Tommy, he smiled. Then, in unison, Jason and
Tommy let out their famous call.
"It's morphin
time!" The Power Chamber was suddenly filled with the unprecedented light
of sixteen transformations. When they cleared, Bulk and Alpha were the
only ones standing on the floor. Sighing, the two turned toward the viewing
globe and settled down to watch the fight.
Across town,
in the Scotts' well-kept two story Tudor, a bridge game was being set up.
Leslie Zedden suddenly put down the cards she was shuffling and stared
at her husband in exasperation. "Larry, are you going to look out that
window all day, or are you gonna play cards?"
"Leslie, come
look at this," he replied. The worried tone in his voice instantly alerted
Leslie that something was up. She crossed to the window and stood beside
him, watching the dark clouds spreading across the sky. John and Karen
Scott soon joined them, and the four adults watched in silence. Finally,
Karen spoke.
"That's not
normal, is it, Larry?" she asked in a quiet voice.
Larry shook
his head. "No, I can sense a lot of evil energy coming from it, worse than
anything Rita or I ever came up with. Something very evil is afoot. Looks
like the kids have gone to work." John and Karen Scott were the only other
parents who knew of Larry Zedden's former identity. The Scotts had at first
been somewhat leery of the man who had on more than one occasion sworn
to kill their son, but Jason's complete acceptance of him had brought them
around finally. Now the four parents were good friends, held together by
their common worry for their children.
"I'll go turn
on the TV," John sighed. "So much for bridge."
Soon, the four
of them were sitting in front of the TV, watching Marlene Maris of K-Grove
News, reporting live from the park. At the moment, she was being herded
away from the scene of the monster's appearance with a number of other
reporters. Determined not to go down without a sound byte, she shoved a
microphone in the face of Detective Park, who was among the police chivvying
the reporters away.
"Detective Park,
what would you say is going on out there?" she asked quickly.
Shooting a worried
glance over his shoulder, he replied, "All hell is breaking loose."
Out at the park,
the Rangers appeared in sixteen flashes of light. "Stay together," Red
Ranger cautioned. "We have no idea what this guy is capable of." Slowly,
they advanced on Nyghtmayr. The creature regarded them contemptuously,
then laughed.
So, the forces
of Light once more arise. Do you truly think you can stop me, even with
so many of you? I am all that is dark within your souls! Suddenly,
the creature cocked its head, orienting on Red Ranger. I know you, young
one. I have tasted your spirit through my little ones.
Red Ranger's
head snapped up. "What? Oh my god. He isn't just like the Shadows- he's
connected to them!"
Yess. I will
play with you myself. As for the rest of your friends, they can deal with
the Minor Demons. Arise, spirits of nightmare! Despayr! Dowyt! Hatryd!
Bytyrness! Fyar! Arise!
To the Rangers'
horror, five blobs of darkness oozed out of the ground, taking on the shapes
similar to that of Nyghtmayr, only smaller. Hissing, they advanced on the
shocked heroes.
"Spread out,
Rangers!" Jason called, taking control of the situation. "Divide and conquer!"
The Rangers did as he commanded, splitting up to deal with the Minor Demons.
As Red Ranger turned to join them, a wall of black energy shot out, encircling
him, trapping him with Nyghtmayr.
Not so fast,
young Shadow, the demon hissed. Let's just see what food your nightmares
yield. With the speed of thought, images began to appear. Red Ranger
was unable to tell which were before him and which were in his mind. Rita
and Zedd, laughing at him, his friends turning against him, the Green Ranger
destroying the city, all of these swirled before him in a kaleidoscope
of nightmare images, bringing Red Ranger to his knees.
Within you
is all the darkness and evil that I crave. What shall I feed upon first?
Perhaps despair. Without warning, Red Ranger was plunged headlong into
a series of memories.
"My Power is
yours, now, Jason. Use it to defeat Rita." Oh, dear God, I can't stand
it. I'm not a Ranger anymore, I've lost it. What am I now but a failure,
useless to anyone?
"Our last attempt
to revive your powers has failed." So that's it, the end. Zedd finally
beat me. What's the use of trying anymore?
Oh my God,
the Zords! They're gone, Rito destroyed them! And Zordon says the power
is lost, too. There's nothing more to do, Zedd's won.
Zedd destroyed
the power coins, and we're stuck in these seven year-old bodies! Billy's
back to normal, but we're not! And the Aquitian Rangers can't defend the
planet forever. What do we do now?
The Command
Center! Zordon, Alpha, NOOOO!
David, I'm
sorry. I've failed you, and now I'll never see you again. I barely even
got to know you.
Jason's dying,
and it's all my fault. I should have never asked him to be Gold Ranger!
Kim's back,
but I'm still alone.
Vile's my
father! I'm nothing but a monster, I never should have been a Ranger, never
should have been born!
Sobbing, Red
Ranger reached up and removed his helmet, sinking to his knees. Nyghtmayr
watched him with interest, soaking up the despair radiating from Tommy.
I
have never fed upon a soul so despairing, or so strong to have borne up
beneath it. And I sense that I have just scratched the surface. This one
will feed me well.
Meanwhile, on
the other parts of the battlefield, the Minor Demons had encircled each
Ranger with the same type of walls that surrounded Tommy, and were evoking
the emotion for which they were named. Blue Ranger was tormented by Despayr,
surrounded by the shadows of his lost father and girlfriend.
You couldn't
save me, Rocky, Jennifer hissed. You failed, and I'm dead. You failed
me, Rocky.
You're alone,
son, and a failure. You promised to take care of your mother, but you spend
all your time gallivanting around with your Spandex-clad friends. Alejandro
De Santos, Sr, regarded his son disdainfully.
Ripping off
his helmet, Rocky screamed back at the spirits before him. "I'm sorry!
There's nothing I could do! Oh, God, I'm sorry!"
Without responding,
they faded back into the darkness, leaving him alone. Quiet settled over
him, and he realized that he was all alone. "Please, don't leave me," he
sobbed. "Don't leave me alone. I'm so sorry!" He collapsed to the ground,
not even bothering to look as a host of Nyghtmayr's little minions, called
Night Terrors, crept up on him through the dark wall around him.
Not far from
Rocky, Despayr was also holding Zack in his clutches. The young Morphin
Warrior was reliving two of the most despairing times in his life: giving
up his powers to Adam and watching helplessly as the best friend he had
ever had slowly faded away towards death.
They didn't
want me,_ he thought, anguished. They never even asked me to stay.
It was just "So long, Zack, and don't let the teleport beam hit you on
the way out. They never cared, never. I wasn't a leader like Jase, or a
brain like Billy and Trini. Tommy and Kim were both better fighters than
I am. I'm nothing to them.
"Poor Zack,"
a voice said behind him, filled with mock sympathy. Whirling, Zack found
Angela watching him, a cold smile on her face. "You're pathetic. I don't
know why I bothered with you. You're nothing but a useless wimp. I hate
you."
"Angela!" he
cried, stretching a hand out to her. She faded away, leaving to stare after
her emptily.
Frowning, Tyler
looked at the darkening sky. The two of them had slept themselves out up
at Angel's Bluff, and awakened to take a walk through the city. Now the
two of them were walking through the empty business district, looking at
the fear-inspiring clouds above them. Suddenly a line from Macbeth flashed
into Tyler's head. "By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this
way comes," he whispered. Beside him, Terry swallowed.
"You feel it,
too?" she asked quietly. "I feel strange. Something has happened to the
Mirror of Night, something unearthly."
He nodded. "I
think the source of the disturbance is the park. Do you think we should
go?"
"Yes," she replied
unhesitatingly. "Whatever it is, we're a part of it. We need to be there,
to see it to the end."
He nodded again,
and the two of them headed towards the park, with the manner of people
going to what they suspect to be their own execution.
Yesss, you
are most nourishing, young Shadow. Shall we try another emotion? Nyghtmayr
asked sweetly. Let us see the doubt in your soul, human.
Instantly, the
exhausted Tommy was caught up in a storm of doubts that swirled around
him like vultures, waiting for him to fall. They were many and varied,
but two seemed to stand out above the rest: What if I fail them?
and Am I really good now? Curious, Nyghtmayr probed the first one
and was rewarded by a torrent of memories.
The Green
Ranger, racing to the rescue once again, regardless of his power level,
praying that he is not too late.
"Extend your
hand, White Ranger, and receive all that has been granted to you." Can
I do this? Can I make it? Oh God, why am I the leader? Why not Jason?
"Allow me to
introduce myself. I'm Tommy, the Green Ranger." Oh dear God, what did
Rita do now? He's me, but evil. How can I possibly fight the dark side
of myself?
Oh no! The
Zords are blown up! I did this. I should have fallen back. What do we do
now? They're all looking at me like I'll have the answer. What do I do?
"I've decided
that I'll be more use to you guys in the Power Chamber." Oh, Billy,
no. What am I going to do without you? I can't lead this team alone. I've
never been able to. You should be the leader. I'm the one who should step
down.
Can I get
my brother back? This arrowhead is supposed to have power, but I can't
access it. Maybe it isn't for me after all, but David. That's more likely.
I'm not destined for anything special.
Hmm,
Nyghtmayr mused. Very interesting. What do you suppose the other one
holds? Reaching out a mental probe, he opened up the thought, and another
host of memories came whizzing out, memories of spells and traps, all designed
to capitalize on the darkness in Tommy's spirit. Nyghtmayr drank them in
greedily, savoring the taste of Tommy's mental anguish.
Most satisfying,
young one. I will enjoy this immensely.
Out on the reservation,
in the desert east of Angel Grove, David Trueheart was startled out of
his meditation by the screaming of a falcon. His eyebrows furrowed and
he quickly got to his feet. Following the screams, he found a strange sight.
A falcon, its feathers bearing an almost green tinge in the brown, sat
on a rock, shaking its head. It suddenly stopped screaming, staring David
straight in the eyes. He staggered back at the force of the mental contact.
The falcon took
to the air, leaving David with one thought in his mind. "Tommy's in trouble,"
he whispered. Tapping his communicator, he quickly teleported out.
Laughing to itself,
Dowyt regarded the three Rangers that it had trapped in dark walls. Turning
its attention to the closest, it chuckled as it watched the young man inside
grappling with his own doubts. The Green Ranger had already removed his
helmet, and saw himself talking to his father, who regarded him disdainfully.
"I'm very disappointed
in you, Adam. I had hoped that you'd wind up doing something important,
not running around in Spandex, endangering the people of Angel Grove. Why
do you think I spend so much time at work? I never wanted to be home with
you."
"But-" Adam
protested. Vaguely, he could remember his father telling him why he was
gone so often, but the memories of too many nights when Trevor Park had
not come home, too many games, parties, and tournaments his father had
missed, had come between him and his acceptance of his father's absence.
"You're so worthless,
Adam," Tanya's voice said behind him. He whirled to see her with an arm
around Shawn's waist. "I finally found a real man. Who needs you anymore,
you wimp? I certainly don't. Why don't you just go back to playing with
your frogs?"
"Yeah, Adam,"
Rocky chimed in, appearing beside him. "I only hung out with you all those
years because I felt sorry for you. I've got better friends now. Who needs
you?"
Adam fell to
his knees, watching his friends abandon him one by one. It's true,
he thought despondently. I am worthless. Nobody wants me, and why should
they? I'm nothing. No one. As his doubts consumed him, he sank to the
ground, crying bitterly.
Nyghtmayr could
hear the cries of the Rangers as they were faced with their deepest fears,
but he could not spare any attention to savor them. All his being was focused
on the boy who lay before him, who contained such delicious reservoirs
of pain and suffering.
How are you
feeling, Tommy? the demon asked with fake solicitousness. Tommy looked
up at it with eyes that seemed almost empty of emotion and life.
"Fuck off,"
Tommy said dully. "Go back to Hell."
Nyghtmayr chuckled.
What
was it that one of the demons of your planet's literature once said? "Why
this is Hell, nor am I out of it." This is the truth, young Shadow, for
at this time, for you, this is Hell.
Trying desperately
to focus on something other than what was occurring, Tommy managed to identify
the quote. "Mephistopheles," he mumbled. "One of the versions of the Faust
legend." Unfortunately, he couldn't remember which one.
It suddenly
ceased to matter as Nyghtmayr reached out to him and opened his mind once
again. This time, the demon released all of Tommy's deepest fears. Instead
of being dropped into a series of memories, though, Tommy found himself
kneeling on the grass, holding Lillian in his arms. A horrific wound marked
her abdomen, and she stared up at him accusingly as she died in his arms.
"NOO!" he cried.
Looking around himself, he saw all of the Rangers, Zeo and Morphin Warriors,
lying dead around him. "What happened? What did this?"
"Why, you did,
Green Ranger," Goldar's mocking laughter replied. Tommy whirled to face
the large golden monkey.
"I'm not-" he
began, before he looked down at himself. His voice died as he realized
he was dressed in green Spandex, its sparkle muted by the blood which covered
it. "No. No! What did you do to me?" he screamed.
Goldar merely
chuckled. "I did nothing. Your own personal darkness took over. It was
only a matter of time, you know, even after Dr. Kino got rid of the Green
Ranger. All that stress, all the problems you've been having, I'm not surprised
you snapped. And now the Power Rangers are all destroyed. My mistress owes
you a great debt, Green Ranger. As a thank-you, I'm going to spare your
life. I'd love to see you explain this one to Zordon." Still laughing,
the monster teleported out.
Tommy sank to
his knees, shaking his head. "No. It isn't real. I can't have- Oh, God,
NO!" He began to sob.
Nyghtmayr watched
the boy as he hallucinated. Now I see why he has been able to live through
all that he has. With his friends at his side, nothing managed to hurt
him. Now that he is alone, though, he cannot stand up to the fear and pain
within him. It will be most rewarding when he becomes one with me.
It had been a
quiet day for Dr. Lita Kino. She'd had only two patients, and both had
been ordinary cases, one a stress management problem, the other a mild
case of depression. She hadn't heard from any of the Power Rangers since
Jamie and Jason's encounter with Rita's evil Morphin Warriors. That worried
her. Usually something was up, and at least one kid was having problems
that compelled them to come see her. The sudden quiet period had her nerves
in an uproar.
Suddenly the
coin she wore around her neck, the defunct Green Power Coin, began pulsing
with a bright green light. Lita frowned. She had never seen it react quite
that way before, but she knew that something was going on. Reaching out,
she hit a button. The television that was tucked into a discreet corner
of the office clicked on, and Lita found herself watching a newscast live
from the park. The Rangers seemed to be trapped in strange walls upon which
dim images flickered. Lita could hear, just at the threshold of her senses,
Trini begging her friends not to abandon her, not to hate her, even if
she deserved it. Lita's eyes flashed and her face hardened. One of the
Rangers enemies had finally launched an effective psychological attack
on the teens. If they were to come through, they would need her help. Lita
leaped to her feet and ran out the door, telling Serena, her secretary,
to hold her calls. Once she was in a secluded portion of the office, she
teleported to the Power Chamber.
The demon Fyar
had also trapped three Rangers in his forcefields. The White and Gold Rangers
were interesting to watch as they confronted their worst fears, but the
fears themselves weren't very original. They saw their friends dying, their
loves in jeopardy, all of the usual things that Fyar had seen from a hundred
sentient life forms.
Kimberly, on
the other hand, had some very interesting fears, indeed. Her hallucination
had started off, like most others, with her finding herself among the bodies
of her dead friends. However, there was one major difference from most
people's nightmares. The body of her boyfriend, Skull, was nowhere to be
found.
"Maybe he's
alive," she whispered to herself. "Oh, God, I have to find him. Where is
he?"
"Looking for
me?" a voice said behind her. She turned to see Skull watching her with
unreadable eyes.
"Skull?" she
said breathlessly, taking a step towards him. The look on his face caused
her to stop, though. "Are you all right?"
"Oh, I'm fine,"
he said, advancing on her. "Better than ever, actually." His eyes flashed
with white light, punctuating his statement.
"No, please,"
she moaned to no one in particular. "Not another spell! Why my boyfriends?"
She tried to dodge as he came after her, but he was too fast for her. Grabbing
her by the shoulders, he pulled her to him, kissing her roughly. While
she was struggling, he locked a metal collar around her neck. Instantly
it flashed pink and she found herself back in civilian clothes. With a
wicked smile, Skull grabbed her and teleported her out.
The demon Bytyrness
was also enjoying his three captives, the Pink, Silver, and Yellow Rangers.
Yellow Ranger was confronted with her ex-boyfriend Shawn, who had dumped
her so cruelly. He was standing there with his arm around his current girlfriend
Veronica. The two of them were laughing at her, and in return, she had
ripped off her helmet and was screaming at them.
The Silver Ranger's
illusions were not as entertaining for the demon. She was simply faced
with the people who had made her moving to Angel Grove miserable, especially
Lisa Carrol, the android that Mondo had sent to lure Rocky to his doom
after his first girlfriend's death. Bytyrness turned away from her with
disinterest, preferring to watch Pink Ranger.
She had removed
her helmet, and now she watched with narrowed eyes as images of Kimberly
paraded before her. Kim with Tommy on one arm, Kimberly dressed perfectly,
Kimberly, always the perfect little center of attention.
"Why?" she asked
rhetorically. "Why did I have to be Pink? I could never compete with Kimberly,
sweet, pretty Kimberly. Tommy never loved me, he was always interested
in her. Everyone prefers Kimberly. What do I matter?" she spat. Other images
flowed up inside her, images of Rita's spell, Tommy laughing with Lillian,
and the way all the Rangers seemed to ignore her whenever possible. Sitting
down on the grass with her head in her hands, Kat abandoned herself to
the bitterness inside her.
Fear, bitterness,
doubt, despair. Your memories yield them all, young Shadow, Nyghtmayr
cackled. Now for the last, most powerful of the dark emotions within
you- hatred. Tell me, Tommy, whom do you hate?
Unbidden, images
of Rita, Mondo, and every other villain came into Tommy's mind. I hate
them. They've taken away my friends, my powers, any chance any of us might
have had at a normal life. They hunt us at every turn. I hate them!
Yesss,
Nyghtmayr hissed. You hate them all, very good. But you're holding back.
Who else do you hate, Tommy? Let me see.
Tommy fought
the demon's probe with all that he possessed, all his mental tricks and
magic powers, but was unable to stop the slow, steady opening of the memory
that he tried to hold shut. Soon it came completely open, allowing Nyghtmayr
to see what lay within.
I hate myself,
Tommy sobbed mentally. I'm weak, I'm a danger to my friends. No one
loves me, I'm not worth it. I hate myself, all I want to do is die...
Nyghtmayr was
taken aback by the amount of self-loathing in Tommy's mental voice. It
had never known a human in whom duty was so strong as to override such
a powerful death-wish. It is a miracle that he is still alive, the
demon thought privately. I would have thought that he would kill himself
a long time ago. Eagerly, greedily, Nyghtmayr opened itself up to Tommy's
hatred and began to feed.
Hatryd, the last
of the five Minor Demons that Nyghtmayr had summoned, was having the time
of his life with his three captives. He could not decide which one was
the most entertaining of the three. The Black Ranger was faced with Rita
Repulsa, who regarded her with amused disdain.
"You bitch,"
Black Ranger growled. "You made his life a living hell! How could you do
what you did to him so many times?"
"Now, dear.
Surely you understand Tommy's delightful potential for evil. How could
I not make use of such a man?"
"I ought to
rip your black heart out."
"Only if you
can catch me," Rita said smugly. As a hallucination, she was uncatchable,
although Black Ranger tried extremely hard.
Meanwhile, Purple
Ranger found herself face to face with her old nemesis, Jack Doyle. "You're
dead," she snarled. "I killed you myself, you bastard."
Jack shrugged.
"Well, you obviously didn't do a very good job. Care to try again?"
Purple Ranger
suddenly found a gun in her hand, a forty-five automatic, just like the
one she had used on him the first time. "This time, you aren't going to
make it," she promised him, taking aim.
"Temper, temper,
Jason," Goldar taunted, avoiding another of Jason's sword strokes with
ease. "You'll never catch me at this rate."
"I'll rip your
heart out, you son of a bitch," Jason panted. "After the living hell you've
made out of my life and Tommy's, nearly killing my friends and the people
I love, you ought to be glad I'm just going to kill you." Jason's eyes
were almost glazed over by the strength of his fury. Although he couldn't
see it, the walls of his prison were glowing with deep black energy, all
his hatred being used to strengthen them and the demon who maintained them.
"O'Neil!" a voice
yelled, causing Parker to wince. He'd been sneaking around the edge of
the battlefield, trying to find some angle that would allow him to figure
out what was going on. He'd been lucky in dodging the police so far, but
it looked as if his luck had just run out. Turning around, he saw Detective
Trevor Park regarding him sourly.
"Detective,
what can I do for you?" Parker asked, a small smile on his face.
Trevor snorted.
"You could evacuate the area, as you were ordered to do. However, we both
know you won't. What are you trying to do? There's not much of a story
here, and won't be until the battle is over."
"Do you think
that's all I care about?" Parker shot back. "The Power Rangers have saved
my life too many times for me to count, and now they look like they're
getting creamed. I want to help them if I can."
Trevor sighed.
He liked Parker, far more than he liked any of the other reporters in Angel
Grove. The man was genuinely more interested in helping people than getting
a scoop. It was almost a shame that he couldn't be told that his sister
was out there on the battlefield.
Suddenly, Trevor's
communicator toned, and immediately after that, Zordon's voice came from
the wristband. "Detective Park," the being boomed, "please come to the
Power Chamber immediately, and bring Parker with you. I believe we will
need his help to defeat this latest menace."
Trevor shrugged.
"Whatever you say, Zordon," he replied. "Come on, kid. You wanted to help
out the Power Rangers; here's your chance." Snagging the sleeve of Parker's
leather jacket, Trevor teleported out.
The two of them
materialized in the Power Chamber to find Lita, David, and Bulk already
there. Parker gaped at his surroundings while Trevor crossed to face Zordon's
warp tube. "We're here, Zordon. What do you need us for?"
"Why am I here?"
Parker added in amazement.
"The five of
you are here because you are close to the Power Rangers, and you can take
care of yourself in battle. Lita, you have a black belt in aikido, David
has a black belt in karate, Bulk has been trained in hand-to-hand, Detective
Park is ex-military as well as being a policeman, and Parker has extensive
training in kendo and boxing."
Parker shrugged.
"Considering the number of people who would be just as happy if I disappeared,
I have to know how to fight. But what do you mean, I'm close to the Power
Rangers. I barely know them."
"Actually, you're
close to one in particular," Lita informed him. "Your sister, Lillian,
is the Black Zeo Ranger." Parker's jaw hit the floor.
"So that's what
she's mixed up in," he managed finally. "Is Tommy Oliver one, too?"
"Yes. He's Red
Zeo Ranger."
"I don't get
it, Zordon," David interjected. "How will being close to the Power Rangers
help us?"
"Alpha and I
have examined the walls that surround the Rangers, and have discovered
that they are evil in its purest form, pure concentrated hatred. The only
thing that will weaken the walls and help break the spells the Rangers
are under is love and friendship, which are the basis for all good. The
five of you have strong feelings of love and friendship for the Rangers,
and therefore you must reach them, for I cannot. I would not put you into
danger if there was any other way, but I am afraid that I have no choice."
The five looked
at each other, then back up at Zordon. Speaking for all of them, David
replied, "We'll do it."
"Parker," Alpha
piped up, "you are more capable with a sword than with your hands. Please,
take this with you." Alpha handed the young man a silver katana with a
black hilt. "It's very strong, and has some anti-magic properties that
will help you against the Night Terrors."
Parker took
the sword from the little android, testing its heft. "All right, let's
go." The five dissolved in white streaks of light, heading for the battlefield.
Trevor landed
next to the walls in which his son was imprisoned. They towered above him,
black as midnight, dark and imposing. Inside, he could hear Adam talking
to an illusion, and to his surprise, he could hear the illusion responding
in his voice. Growling, he approached the walls. "No one does this to my
son and gets away with it," he informed the black energy barriers. "Most
especially, no one uses my face to do it!" With that, he walked right up
to the wall, which flowed back to let him pass. He was surprised for a
moment, then remembered what Zordon had said about the composition of the
walls.
Quickly, he
surveyed the scene around him. Adam was sitting on the ground, staring
blankly at an image of his father, who was continually telling him that
he was a failure, a disappointment to his parents, especially his father.
Trevor growled again, taking a step towards the illusion. He had always
known that his older son had a problem with low self-esteem, although it
had seemed to be getting better since he had met the other Rangers. However,
the illusion had pushed exactly the right buttons, bringing it all back
in a rush.
Trevor's advance
was halted by the sounds of chittering. He turned to see several of the
little Night Terrors advancing on them. The things were a good deal smaller
than he was, but he knew that if they mobbed him, he'd be in big trouble.
"I don't have time to deal with you right now," he told the little monsters,
pulling his .38. "Eat lead." Snapping off several shots, he blew two of
them up completely, and made the rest think twice about attacking him without
a plan. Then he turned back to his entranced son.
"Adam? Adam,
listen to me. That's not real. That thing that's talking to you is not
your father." No response. Adam still stared straight ahead, listening
to the illusion's litany of his failures. "Adam, please, you have to listen
to me. That thing is lying to you. I'm very proud of you, and I love you
very much. Do you hear that, Adam? I love you. I'm your father, and I love
you."
Adam's head
cocked and his attention shifted. "Dad?" he asked hazily, his eyes struggling
to focus on his father.
"Yeah, Adam,
it's me. Come on, come back to me."
"Why should
I?" The bitterness and self-doubt in Adam's voice was evident. "I'm a failure,
a disappointment. Just let me go."
"No. Damn it,
Adam, I'm not going to let you go. You're not a failure. I'm more proud
of you than I could ever say. You're a Power Ranger! You save the world
every day, practically. I only put away a scumball at a time, if I'm lucky,
and they always keep coming back. You, you're doing something I can only
dream about. You make a real, noticeable difference. You're a true hero,
Adam, and I'm so proud of you, and I love you very much."
"Then why aren't
you ever home?" Adam whimpered. A pang shot through Trevor. He hadn't been
home enough in his life. He'd always been so dedicated to his work that
he'd sometimes overlooked his family. Eileen had put up with it, and never
said a word, and he hadn't realized how his constant absences had affected
his children.
"I made a lot
of mistakes, Adam," Trevor said quietly. "I let my work grow until it eclipsed
everything else. It was never more important than my family, but- it was
more immediate, I guess. So I devoted all my time to work and forgot about
everything else. I don't know, maybe I wanted to prove I could do anything
anyone else could do. Maybe I wanted a secure job to make sure that you
kids had everything you needed. I didn't have a lot, growing up, and I
always wanted to give you kids the things I didn't have. Whatever my reason
was, it wasn't good enough. I made a mistake, and I'm sorry. It was a mistake,
though. Don't ever think that I stayed away because I was disappointed
in you, or that I didn't love you. I'm very proud of you, Adam, and I love
you with all my heart."
Adam stared
at his father for a long moment, then burst into tears, throwing his arms
around the older man in a fierce hug. "I love you too, Dad," Adam sobbed
into his father's shoulder. "I love you, too."
With those words,
the walls surrounding them flashed once and crumbled into nothingness.
Adam pulled away from his father, staring around him in awe. "Wow," he
managed.
"Mm-hmm," Trevor
agreed, rising to his feet. "Amazing what three little words can do, isn't
it?" Bending over, he picked up Adam's helmet and handed it to him. "Here,
you might need this. The place is crawling with reporters."
Adam chuckled,
putting the helmet back on. "Thanks, Dad. You'd better go back to the Power
Chamber, though. Not much else you can do here."
Trevor nodded.
"Right. You be careful, son." He disappeared in a flash of white light.
Green Ranger smiled.
"I will, Dad.
Bet on it." With that, he headed off to where he could hear Tanya's cries
coming from inside one of the enclosures.
Parker was examining
the enclosure he found himself next to when he heard a breathy hissing
sound behind him. Turning, he saw a dragon-like creature, approximately
the size of a large St. Bernard, regarding him cruelly. Taking a defensive
position, his sword out in front of him, he raised an eyebrow. "And you
are?"
I am Hatryd,
demon of hate and malice. You seek to deprive me of my sustenance. For
that, you must die.
Parker's face
hardened. "Your 'sustenance' is my sister, buddy. Nobody messes with my
family and gets away with it. Come on!"
The Minor Demon
charged him, swiping at him with one taloned hand. Parker dodged smoothly,
counter-attacking with a swipe that removed the tips of most of the talons.
Ducking the creature's barbed tail, he leapt forward, launching a few attacks
of his own.
The two of them
fought for a while, and then Parker's greatest advantage in a fight kicked
in- his mouth. "Come on, Puff," he panted. "You can do better than that.
Aren't you the spirit of darkness of the soul? Get real. You couldn't hate
your way out of a paper bag. 'Demon of hate', my eye. 'Mild dislike' is
more like it."
Parker's words
had the desired effect. The creature lost its temper, throwing itself at
Parker in an obvious charge. The reporter's years of training in kendo
paid off, allowing him to smoothly intercept the demon's charge, slicing
it neatly through the midsection with his katana. The thing regarded him
for a minute, astonished, and then dissolved into the dark blob from which
it had originally formed. The blob soaked back into the grass and was gone.
Parker whistled.
"Buffy, eat
your heart out," he grinned. Then he turned back to the enclosure that
held his sister. Summoning his courage, he closed his eyes and stepped
through the wall.
Black Ranger
was surrounded by images of the various villains who had threatened the
Power Rangers over the years. She was screaming at them, threatening them
with various painful things she'd learned to do in the course of aiding
her brother in his career. Parker swallowed at the sound of the raw hatred
in her voice. He hadn't realized how much of a capacity for hate his sister
had, especially when her boyfriend was threatened. He had managed to pick
up from the things she said that Tommy had been put through the emotional
wringer a number of times by the villains present.
"Lillian," he
said quietly, stepping forward. She whirled to face him.
"What are you
doing here?" she snarled. "You're just like them. Did you think I didn't
know about the background checks you ran on Tommy? Why can't you leave
him alone? Why do you have to keep poking and prodding? I-" she broke off,
her voice dying.
"You hate me?"
Parker finished quietly. "No, you don't. You may be angry with me, and
I don't blame you. I shouldn't have run that background check on Tommy,
I admit. That was uncalled for. But I did it because I care about you,
and I didn't want to see you hurt. I love you, sis. I always have. And
I know that you don't hate me."
"I don't," Black
Ranger sobbed, throwing herself into his arms. "I love you too." As the
walls dissolved around them, she looked up at him and cocked her head.
"Parker, what are you doing here? And how did you know about my being a
Ranger?"
"Your boss recruited
me, because only love and friendship are strong enough to break down these
walls. He told me about your day job, too. Now, are you going to be okay?
I need to get back to the other reporters before someone notices I'm missing."
She nodded.
"I'll be fine, Park. Thanks." She hugged him again, and he transported
out.
"Third down,
and goal to go," Bulk grunted. "They go for the punt!" So saying, he kicked
one of the Night Terrors that was attacking him. It soared up into the
air, flying high over the battlefield. The rest of the little creatures
scattered, not wanting to deal with Bulk. Now unencumbered, the larger
boy made his way to the wall which imprisoned Skull. Inside, he could dimly
hear his friend crying. Taking a deep breath, Bulk pushed his way through
the wall.
Inside, he saw
Skull, faced with images of Kimberly and the other Morphin Warriors. To
his surprise, Bulk also saw an image of himself, looking at Skull with
obvious disdain.
"How could you
ever think we'd want a loser like you around?" Jason sneered. "If it weren't
for you getting the Power, we'd have dumped you long ago."
"Yeah," Kimberly
giggled. "You thought I'd actually want to go out with you? Yeah, right.
As if! Why would I want to date you, when there are so many better choices
out there?"
"Bet you're
sorry you abandoned me, huh, Skull?" the illusion of Bulk taunted. "I don't
need you anymore, either. You can just go back and hang out with your other
friends- if you can find any."
With a growl,
the real Bulk stepped forward. "What a load of bull. Come on, Skull, do
you really think I'd do that to you? Any of us? Skull, we've been friends
since kindergarten. We were inseparable! We spent more detentions together
than I care to recall, looked for the Power Rangers together, joined the
police force together, and became detectives together. Yeah, we split up
when I wanted to stay in France and you didn't, but that's all it was about,
different goals. I never thought you abandoned me, and I never stopped
being your friend. I figured that since you had all these other friends
now, you wouldn't need me anymore."
Skull looked
up at his friend in confusion. "Bulky, I'd never think that. You're the
best friend I've had in my life, and I don't think that's ever going to
change." The two friends stared at each other for a moment, then hugged,
hard, for once not concerned in the least what people would think of them.
Around them, the dark walls flickered and died out. Skull looked around
him.
"Thanks, Bulk.
You'd better get out of here, though. Things may get real nasty in a minute."
Bulk chuckled.
"You got it,
buddy. Be careful." In a flash, Bulk disappeared.
David groaned
to himself. He'd never admit it to anyone, but he didn't like being in
the middle of the action without any powers. He still believed that Tommy
was the best leader for the Zeo team, but he couldn't help wishing for
some sort of power himself, especially when he wound up in situations like
this.
His train of
thought was broken as he approached the enclosure which held Kat inside
it. He could hear her muttering to herself, something about Kimberly. Taking
a deep breath, he stepped through the wall.
Inside, he instantly
realized what emotion was overwhelming Kat. The images of Kimberly at her
most perfect made it obvious that Kat was in the grip of a rush of bitterness.
Taking a step forward, he rested his hand on her shoulder.
"You're just
as good as she is, you know," he said conversationally. "I think you're
prettier, too. You're just as smart, you're as good a diver as she is a
gymnast, and you're just as good a Pink Ranger."
"You're the
only one who thinks so," Kat spat. David raised an eyebrow.
"Are you sore
about Tommy? As I recall, you didn't have feelings for him, not really.
As for the other Rangers, notice that no one even suggested that you give
up your Zeonizers. Kat, you're something special, and I think you know
it too. I certainly do. I love you, Kat. Who cares how you compare to Kimberly?"
She looked at
him for a long moment, and smiled. "I love you, too, David. Thanks." Around
them, the walls dissolved into nothing as Kat put her helmet back on. Around
them, the walls were all disappearing as the Rangers who had been freed
broke down the barriers around their imprisoned comrades and attacked the
Night Terrors and Minor Demons. Skull threw the illusion duplicate of himself
against the wall of Kimberly's enclosure, causing the illusory situation
to dissipate, and then the two of them went on to destroy the demon Fyar.
All over the battlefield, the Minor Demons were meeting their demise at
the hands of the angry Rangers. As the walls faded, all attention turned
to the last enclosure, where Tommy and Nyghtmayr still fought.
His face set,
David followed Pink Ranger as she and all the others began to converge
on the last of the dark walls. "No one messes with my brother and gets
away with it," he muttered. "You're history, Nyghtmayr."
Sighing, Lita
looked up at the wall which surrounded Tommy and Nyghtmayr. Behind her,
she could sense the Rangers coming up behind her. Looking to one side,
she saw Black Ranger give her a thumbs-up. On the other side was David
Trueheart, regarding the black walls grimly. "All right," Lita called.
"This is the big one. Come on, guys. We have to hit it with everything
we've got."
In unison, the
Rangers spread out, each coming up to the coruscating energy barrier. As
they reached out, the black light flowed back and away, exposing a sight
that made them all gasp. Silver-white energy trails were coming out of
Tommy, heading towards Nyghtmayr. The Red Ranger lay on the grass, staring
blankly at the sky. The motion of his chest was almost imperceptible, and
everyone understood that the demon was stealing Tommy's soul.
"Madre de Dios,"
Blue Ranger whispered, hurriedly crossing himself.
Skull and White
Ranger exchanged glances and began to concentrate, reaching out to Tommy
with their psychic senses. "He's given up," White Ranger reported, a concerned
note in her voice. "He's so steeped in his fear and pain that he just let
Nyghtmayr take over. We have to reach him."
Lita cocked
her head. "I know. We'll do what you did for Jason when he was almost gone
after what happened with the Gold Powers. Warriors, behind Skull. Zeos,
behind Christina. David, you and I will bridge the gap. It's time for a
mental link."
"Are you nuts?"
Skull yelped. "We'll be open to all of Nyghtmayr's mental attacks if we
do that."
"And if we don't
do it, we'll lose Tommy, to something a lot worse than death," Lita shot
back grimly.
"Let's do it,"
Black Ranger declared. Moving into position, the Rangers began concentrating.
Soon, Skull and White Ranger were glowing brightly and a link was established
to Tommy's mind.
Tommy!
Lita called. Where are you? Come on, Tommy, come back to us. We love
you. To the others, she sent, Show him we love him. Send him all
your love. Waves of love and affection poured through the darkness
to the small isolated mind in the depths of the netherworld they found
themselves in. Slowly, so slowly that Lita almost thought she was imagining
it, the mind brightened and reached out a few questioning tendrils.
Lita? Guys?
Where are you? I'm so scared, please, help me. Tommy had no sooner
gotten these words out than a black wave washed over him, swamping the
tendrils of communication in blackness. He was isolated once more.
I don't think
so! Lita sent determinedly, even though her thought had no real destination.
Come on, Rangers, back me up. Tommy! With a powerful mental heave,
she threw out a powerful, shining rope towards Tommy's mind. Feeling something
grab on, she began pulling it back.
Lita, pull
me back! Tommy's mental voice cried, growing stronger. I want to
come back! The Rangers hauled, and they could feel him getting closer.
Suddenly a black shape, reminiscent of the demon Nyghtmayr, grabbed onto
Tommy, hauling him back into the darkness. Turning his awareness to the
thing, Tommy's power flared. If he had been in his body, his eyes would
have flashed green. I don't think so, he hissed mentally. Eat
size 11! He lashed out with what he pictured as his foot, knocking
the thing back into the darkness. Then he was swallowed up in a rushing
tunnel of light, and he didn't know anything more.
Returning to
their bodies in a rush, the Rangers staggered and nearly fell to the ground.
As her vision cleared, Lita could see the last silver wisps of Tommy's
soul re-entering his body. Even as she watched, he stirred and sat up,
reaching for his helmet as he did so. Slamming it back on, Red Ranger rose
painfully to his feet.
"Thanks, guys.
Lita, Dave, I think you'd better get back to the Power Chamber now. We
can handle this," Red Ranger puffed. Lita and David looked at each other,
shrugged, and disappeared in two flashes of white light. Red Ranger backed
up until he and his friends were standing in a tight group.
"We know how
to beat this guy, now," he told them. "As long as we've got our friendship,
he can't touch us."
True, Ranger,
Nyghtmayr snickered, but neither can you touch me. You are not pure
enough, any of you. Like all beings, there is darkness in your hearts.
You are not good enough to stop me.
"Then let's
change the equation!" a voice rang out. All the Rangers turned behind them
to see Tyler and Terry, in their Morphin Warrior gear, standing behind
them. Tyler glared at the creature fiercely. "You're worse than Rita,"
he continued. "She wants to conquer the world, but you want to destroy
it. We won't let you get away with this!"
"This planet
is too beautiful to let you ruin," Terry cried. "We will stop you, no matter
what the cost."
Oh? Do you
know the price you pay for this change of heart? the demon asked, nonchalant.
Terry nodded
grimly. "We know."
Then let
the battle be joined! Black lightning arced from the clouds above Nyghtmayr,
striking the ground all around the Rangers. Where the ebony bolts touched,
more of the little Night Terrors sprang up, advancing on the Rangers. Immediately
they made a ring, instinctively surrounding Red Ranger and Tyler. The Green
Warrior laid a hand on Red Ranger's shoulder.
"Tommy, I know
how to stop this guy! A major charge of magical power should blow him out
of existence. He's concentrated evil magic, the dark side of the grid.
If we pool our powers for a good cause, the magics should annihilate each
other, somewhat like a matter-antimatter reaction."
Red Ranger regarded
his foe for a long moment, then nodded, morphing back into Tommy. "You've
got a deal. Guys!" he called, raising his voice. "Keep those little creeps
off our backs!"
"You got it!"
Gold Ranger called back. The little creatures began to advance slowly on
the assembled Power Teens.
"Let's kick
some butt," Zack grinned. With a number of shouted battle cries, the fight
began. Tommy, in the center of the circle, thought later that he would
remember the fight as long as he lived. The cries of the Rangers, the sounds
of chittering mixed with cursing, the wind whipping overhead, and over
it all, Nyghtmayr's dark laughter. Meanwhile, he and Tyler grasped each
other's hand and began to build a ball of bright green power between them.
The ball grew
and grew, humming loudly as it began to shine over them. Looking at his
duplicate, Tommy was surprised to see tears in the other's eyes. "We can't
send this to him," Tyler informed him grimly. "One of us will have to walk
it in. I'll do it."
"No way!" Tommy
cried. "I'm not going to let you sacrifice yourself."
"Think, Tommy!"
Tyler hissed. "Nyghtmayr is, in essence, the Mirror of Night. Terry and
I were created from it. When it goes, we go! I'm dead anyway! No sense
you throwing away your life."
"But-" Tommy
began, then stopped, seeing it was hopeless. "As you wish," he sighed.
"I don't have
the right to ask a favor of you, I know, but I need you to do one last
thing for me," Tyler continued. Reaching up to the front of his uniform,
he ripped the Dragon Coin from the fabric. The costume faded away even
as he did so. With his free hand, he extended the coin to Tommy. "Give
this to Terry before the explosion. The Morphin Powers we have are the
only parts of our beings that were not created by the Mirror. One link
isn't enough to save us from dissolution, but two should be. Give it to
Terry, and tell her-" Tyler's voice cracked and he paused to get it under
control. "Tell her that I finally learned to say 'I love you.' Please."
Biting his lip,
Tommy reached out and took the coin from Tyler. "I will, man," he said
quietly. "Good luck."
Tyler smiled
slightly, then broke the grip. The green ball flickered for a moment, then
flowed into Tyler, causing him to glow brightly. His face set and hard,
Tyler walked through the Night Terrors as if they weren't even there, approaching
Nyghtmayr with ease. The demon looked down at Tyler in surprise.
You are one
of those created from my essence, yet you glow with the light. Do you truly
intend to go through with this, knowing what will happen? You will be destroyed,
completely. Nothing of you will survive, even in the next world. Not just
death of the body, but the true death.
Tyler shrugged.
"It's worth it, for her. I wouldn't expect you to understand. Besides,
as someone on my planet once said, 'It's a good day to die.'" He began
to glow even brighter. "See you in Hell, Nyghtmayr." In a flash of emerald
fire, Tyler released all the power within him, resulting in a green flare
bright enough to blind the watching Rangers and light up the sky around
the park for a radius of five miles. When their sight cleared, the Rangers
saw no trace of Nyghtmayr anywhere, and only Tyler's crumpled form on the
ground.
Terry fell to
her knees, clutching the coin that Tommy had pressed into her hand moments
before. "You idiot," she sobbed. "Why did you have to go and be a hero?"
"That's what
really destroyed Nyghtmayr, you know," Trini said quietly. "The power was
just sort of the triggering mechanism. The demon was really destroyed by
a flash of pure good, the love found in a selfless sacrifice."
"'Greater love
hath no man, than that he lay down his life for his brother,'" Blue Ranger
quoted softly.
"Right," Tommy
said, a slight tinge of bitterness in his voice. "Come on. I have to see."
Helping Terry to her feet, he escorted her to where Tyler lay, unmoving
on the turf. "He told me to tell you that he loved you," Tommy told her
quietly. "It must have been true."
Sinking to her
knees by his side, Terry looked the body over. "He doesn't have a mark
on him," she said helplessly. "After an explosion like that, how can that
be?"
"He was at ground
zero. Everything exploded from around him. It wasn't the damage that killed
him so much as the power leaving him, and the destruction of the Mirror,"
Tommy told her gently.
She brushed
a strand of hair out of his eyes, barely noticing the purple-green spark
which crackled from her fingers as she did so. Then, taking his coin, she
situated it on his chest. "This belongs to you, Ty," she whispered. "I
love you too." This time, the energy was more noticeable, and Tyler's head
moved perceptibly. "What the hell?" Terry cried.
"Billy!" Tommy
yelled. The teen genius was by his friend's side instantly. "What's going
on?"
Billy removed
his visor and polished it on his vest. "It's possible, just possible, that
Tyler's not quite dead. Remember what Zordon told us. The Mirror of Night,
and Nyghtmayr, were pure, unadulterated evil. They were hate incarnate,
as anything they created should be. But when Rita made copies of you and
Jamie, she had to copy your bond. The mirror, as you know, could neither
create or destroy parts of what it reflected, only change them. A love
went in, so a love had to come out, one way or another. While your love
for Jamie is platonic, the love of friends, Tyler and Terry had a more
romantic, passionate love. Still, any type of love was enough goodness
to disrupt their condition as pure evil. Therefore, they were transmuted
into true organic human beings. The destruction of Nyghtmayr only stunned
him, and the power flowing through him sent him into some sort of comatose
state."
Terry had listened
to Billy's explanation only up until he mentioned that Tyler might not
be dead. Then she threw her arms around her lover and held him tightly.
The purple-green energy flowed between them faster and faster, until they
were both swallowed up in its light. When the light faded, Tyler was sitting
up, holding onto Terry as if he would never let go.
"He's alive!"
Blue Ranger yelled. The whole team had joined the group at this point,
and were now watching in astonishment.
"Let's go back
to the Power Chamber," Tommy smiled. "Maybe Zordon can clear a few things
up for us."
"So your life
energies are linked," Billy finished. After everyone had returned to the
Power Chamber, explained events to the five waiting friends and family
members, and Billy had repeated his explanation of why Tyler was still
alive, Zordon had run a check on Tyler and Terry's physical condition.
"You'll be extremely empathetic with each other, but that shouldn't be
a problem. Also, the amount of energy required to bring Tyler back was
so immense that you both burned out your links to the Morphin Grid. You
are no longer Morphin Warriors, and I don't know if your powers will ever
return."
Tyler and Terry
grinned at each other. "That's all right," Terry informed Billy. "I've
had enough of fighting for a while, maybe forever."
"Alpha has finished
creating you new identities," Zordon rumbled. "You are now Mr. and Mrs.
Tyler Oliver of Angel Grove. I have also found a spell which will keep
anyone from noticing that you resemble Tommy and Jamie."
"You've got
an apartment, a good credit rating, and are enrolled at AGBI," Alpha piped
up. "We figured you'd want to be married, but if not, we can change that."
"I like the
idea," Tyler grinned. "What about you?" For an answer, Terry just kissed
him. When she let him speak again, he turned serious. "I know we don't
have any powers, but just remember, if there's anything we can do for you,
let us know."
Tommy smiled.
"You know it, man. Good luck."
"Rocky, give
them a chance to move in before you clean out their refrigerator," Adam
scolded. Rocky was on his third can of Jolt, part of a housewarming present
to Tyler and Terry as they moved into their new apartment. Most of the
male Rangers were helping the pair into their apartment, as were Lillian
and Jamie. The two girls were never ones to be left out of heavy lifting.
Tyler grinned
at the two. "Let him drink it. He brought it, after all, and there's the
rest of the 24-pack still in the refrigerator."
"You don't know
Rocky like we do," Tommy explained, setting down his end of the couch.
"Give him enough Jolt, and he'd move everything in by himself."
"What's wrong
with that?" asked Terry, from where she was directing Jason and Skull in
setting up a bookcase.
"Correct me
if I'm wrong," Lillian chuckled, "but don't most people like their china
unbroken?" Setting down her end of the couch, she wiped her forehead.
Rocky pretended
to pout. "I resemble that remark!" he cried, and was promptly pelted by
dust rags.
Sometime later,
most of the teens had gone home, and only Tommy and Lillian were left in
the apartment with Tyler and Terry.
"Look, I really
want to thank all of you guys for being so understanding," Tyler began.
Shaking his
head, Tommy raised a hand to stop him. "Hey, you're friends. We always
help our friends."
"We nearly killed
you," Terry reminded him sardonically. Tommy just chuckled.
"Hey, it's forgiven."
His demeanor grew serious. "If there's one thing I've learned in life,
it's that everyone should get a second chance."
Tyler nodded,
half-smiling in recognition of their shared history. "Thanks. You won't
regret it."
"I know," Tommy
replied. "I know."
On the Moon above,
Rito, Goldar and Rita returned to where their Winnebago had been, only
to find that there was very little of it left. "He destroyed everything!
My trailer's gone, my Morphin Warriors are gone, what am I going to do!"
Rita cried.
"There's still
the palace," Goldar reminded her. "Mondo pays it little attention now that
Gasket has returned. We could return there and set up shop again."
"Good idea,
Goldar. I'm glad I thought of it." Turning back to the earth. "I'll get
you for this, Power Rangers. You've ruined my plans for the last time.
I swear I'll get you if it's the last thing I do!" Her shriek reverberated
off the rocks of the moon around them, causing Rito and Goldar to cover
what passed for their ears.
"Um, Sis, do
you think you could keep it down?" Rito asked. "You're giving me a headache!"
Rita turned
slowly, her eyes flashing with fire. "What did you say?"
The walking
skeleton gulped. He was stupid, but he wasn't that stupid. "Um, nothing,
Sis. Nothing at all."
Rita's staff
flashed, and a bolt struck the ground near Rito's feet. He took off running,
Rita close behind him. Watching them go, Goldar shook his head. Things
were once again back to a semblance of normal.
The End... for now