There was a dull, throbbing sensation at the back of his head as Zhane awoke. He gave his head a quick shake in an attempt to clear it, instantly regretting the action when it set the darkened room spinning. Just what happened and where was he now? Last thing he remembered, he had been working on getting closer to the Psycho Rangers, having disguised himself as one and infiltrating the group. And now he was strapped to some kind of chair used in a medical setting. He was still in his Psycho uniform but his helmet was visible on the nearby table. Not good. But how had he ended up in this position? That's right. Psycho Red. He had called for some kind of meeting after an attack on the rangers. When he'd arrived at where the meeting was to take place, no one was there.
/Stupid,/ He thought to himself, realizing that he'd fallen into a trap.
"About time you came to." There was no mistaking that voice. It was the leader of the Psychos.
Zhane's pale blue eyes narrowed, watching as the five evil counterparts to his friends came toward him. Even knowing he couldn't break free, he still struggled as hard as he could. Maybe he'd get lucky and he could loosen one of the restraints enough to get an arm free. A blinding pain erupting from his jaw and exploding through his already sore head threatened to send him right back into unconsciousness.
"Don't get too rough with him," Yellow warned, her arms crossing over her chest. "We need him conscious for this to work properly.
"Relax. That was basically a love tap," Black snapped back. "It's lucky Red didn't kill him earlier."
Well, that answered why his head was pounding. Now the question was, how did they find out he wasn't really a Psycho? Zhane was about to say something when he realized that he was also gagged.
/Damn it. Surprised they didn't blindfold me, as well./ Zhane was not thrilled with how this was going.
"If it wasn't for the fact that we can actually use him, I would've just killed him," Red admitted.
That did not sound good. It made Zhane anxious as to what was going to happen to him. Especially because he wasn't able to activate his communicator and call for help. He just managed to turn his head to see Psycho Blue doing something to his helmet, a feeling of dread sending a chill down his spine. He had just started squirming in his restraints again when a pair of hands roughly positioned his head against the headrest and locking some sort of strap across his forehead to keep him facing forward. He glared up at the red psycho ranger, feeling as if he was being mocked by the evil mirror of his best friend.
"Looks like you still have some fight in you," Psycho Red sneered. Even without a face to show expression, Zhane could swear that the monster was grinning. "That'll make this all the more satisfying.
A chain of muffled curses, along with a somewhat clear 'fuck you', managed to get past Zhane's gagged lips as Yellow took Red's place beside him. He couldn't see what was being done, but he could feel something being attached at his temple and to his forehead before blinding pain shot through his skull. His body seized up in a spasm as his eyes shut tightly against the sensation, not even the gag could muffle his screams.