Title: Infernal Destiny
By: Morgan

Disclaimer: I don't own any PR material or characters mentioned in this fanfic, though I wish I did. I don't have any money, so please don't sue me Saban.

Distribution: Anywhere as long as you tell me first before you post it.

Rating: A hard R for adult situations, violence, and language.

My Notes: Thank you to all the people who have reviewed. You inspired me to write another chapter. I'm shooting for at least five reviews for this one as well so be a good Samaritan and read and review. Also, this story is supposed to be serious. The outline is not funny and it does contain abuse, so if you don't want to read about that or it offends you bale out now. Thanks. ~Morgan~


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Kimberly Hart's House
Saturday, April 21, 2000 10:12 A.M.
Angel Grove, Ca

Kimberly slowly stepped out of the hot bubble bath and onto the fuzzy pink towel laid out on the floor right in front of her bathtub. Aisha had left sometime before, not seeming to notice the way Kim walked slightly hunched over or the dark, saggy bags planted beneath her eyes. Looking into the mirror hanging on the back of her bathroom door Kim sighed. She had dark blue and purple bruises all over her chest and stomach. Her back ached as she rotated it to investigate her other side. It appeared to be in no better shape then her front, covered in massive black and blue spots where she had repeatedly been plummeted into the concrete beneath her.

'Why are you letting this go on? You know better...'

'You are so stupid that you can't even protect yourself from a commoner. You're pathetic, you loser.'

'No, this isn't my fault. This is his fault, he's doing this to me. All I have to do is tell someone and that bastard will be behind bars and I won't have to worry about him anymore.'

'Yes, but you are letting him because you are too afraid to stand up for yourself, just like he told you. You will never tell anyone because you are a pansy ass, scared little girl. How did you ever become a Power Ranger? After years and years of protecting the innocent you can't even protect yourself. That is so pitiful.'

Kim backed up, with her hands over her face sobbing, into the bathroom door and allowed her body to slide down it onto the floor. So there she sat, with her back leaning against the door, her face buried in her arms, crying and trying to face her newfound problems. But, was she strong enough? That she didn't know.

'Get up you baby and get dressed,' her conscience told her, degrading her and lowering her own self confidence.

Standing and drying herself off, she was surprised as the door opened and her mother stood there with a load of pink, fluffy towels in her arms. Setting the towels down on the toilet, she was shocked to see her daughter standing there, thinking she had left all ready to see her friends.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Sweetie. I thought you were gone all ready..." Her cheery attitude dramatically changed as she saw a few of the bruises Pierre had left on her shoulders. "Good Lord Kimberly, what happened?" She unwrapped the towel hiding her daughter's petite figure and gasped at the sight she saw. Tears immediately came to her eyes as rage and questions came to her. "Who did this to you! You tell me right now! Was is Tommy? Kimberly, look at me...Did he do this to you?" Kimberly said nothing as she ducked down to collect the towel now lying against a rose pink wall. "You can tell me baby. I won't let him hurt you anymore."

Kim finally had a burst of courage arise from her soul as she realized that Tommy was going to take the blame for all of her injuries. "No, Mom, Tommy would never hurt me. You know that. He would never do anything to me that I didn't want him to."

"Did he do this because you wouldn't sleep with him? Why, that little..."

"I ALL READY TOLD YOU NO! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME AT ALL," Kim screamed, tears streaming down her face as she tried to understand why her mother hadn't seemed to hear a word she had to say. Why couldn't she just be there for her and take her word on things? The nerve of her to even suggest that her lover and love of her life would do such a thing to her. Deep down, she knew her mother knew that Tommy would never do anything like that to her, but why was she saying if it she didn't believe?

"Then who Kimberly? WHO? Somebody did this to you and I demand to know who it was. They will NOT DO THIS TO MY CHILD EVER AGAIN!"

Kimberly shook her head as she curled up in a little ball on the floor, her strength and fight all but diving deep back inside herself. She sat there, rocking and staring straight ahead at the clothes hamper, not wanting to be punished again for telling.

Cynthia squatted down beside her, tears falling from her own eyes.

'Why can't she tell me? Does she think so little of me that I would let something happen to her again?'

'Well, why not? You obviously where too far off in your own little world to notice that your daughter was in trouble. Why should she trust you? You let her down, and you're her mother. The one person in the world expected to stand by her side, to protect her.'

She leaned in closer to her daughter as Kim whispered something. Not hearing her the first time she said, "What Sweetie?" She rubbed Kim's back, but stopped as she saw her face grimace and contract in pain. Peeking down the towel wrapped loosely around her at her bruised back her face became one of sympathy and gloom.

"I said that it was Pierre. He did this to me," she repeated as a look of sheer terror overcame her as the memory of his harsh words came back to her.

She shuddered at the thought of what he had said. 'Not a single word to anybody, or the next time will be much, much worse.'

"Oh my God Kimberly...You're serious aren't you," she said more as a statement than a question. Tears overflowed from her fury, dark brown eyes and hate radiated off her from the actions of her new husband. Never in her wildest dreams had she seen this coming. How had she missed it? What could she do to make things better for her daughter? Sure some counseling was necessary...and putting that dirt bag behind bars was the first thing she was going to do.

"I'm so sorry Kimberly. I didn't know, I swear it baby. He will never hurt you again, I promise that the bastard won't even be around you ever.

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Rooms To Go Motel
Saturday, April 21, 2000 9:07 A.M.
Angel Grove, Ca

"...I'm sorry, but Buddy knows about us and he said that he would divorce me if I didn't stop seeing you. If he leaves me then I won't have any money or a place to stay. He'll take me for all I'm worth and I won't have anything. You have to understand Pierre, I can't let that happen..."

"What the hell are you talking about? We love each other. How can you just throw that away? What about all the things I give you? Am I not good enough for you anymore?" Pierre was pissed as he screamed at the young woman. 'Nobody, and I mean nobody, breaks up with me. Who do you think you are? You are nobody!'

"You know that's not how it is Pierre. I'm sorry, but I have to go..."

"You're not going anywhere bitch. If I can't have you, then nobody can, do you hear me?! Nobody," Pierre said as he pulled a small gun out of his black briefcase, aiming it right for her head. He put his finger on the trigger, waiting for her to change her mind, giving her one last chance.

"Oh my God, Pierre. What are you doing," Becky said in near hysterics looking at the 45 mm pointed right at her head, ready to put her out of her misery. "Please don't. I love you, but we can't be together, please Pierre."

"Fuck you slut." He pulled the trigger, killing her in one clean shot to the head. She never even had a chance to get away. 'Great, now I have to clean this mess up. Better call Cynthia and tell her I'll be home late.'

He pulled out his cell phone and dialed their number, but there was no answer. 'Where is that woman? I didn't tell her she could go out anywhere. I'll let it slide this time, but the next time she doesn't answer the phone I'll have her begging for her life just like that luscious, pathetic little daughter if hers. I wonder what Kimberly would be like in bed? I'll have to just see myself. We'll do that tonight after the little woman is asleep.' Those were the sickening thoughts running through his head as he wrapped Becky's lifeless body up in a thick comforter and dropped it by the door. After cleaning up the evidence, or so he thought, from the hotel room, he went outside to his car and popped the trunk so he could hide the body until he could dispose of it. He went inside and got the corpse, and looking outside to make sure the coast was clear, loaded it in the back of his Lexis and left, feeling no regret or remorse in his actions once so ever.

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Police Department
Saturday, April 21, 2000 3:54 P.M.
Angel Grove, Ca

"My name is Sergeant Monterey and I'll be questioning you today Ms. Hart. First, I'll need a description of the man who did this to you and we'll need to get pictures of your injuries in case we go to trial over this issue."

Mrs. Dumas spoke up," I have a recent picture of him if that would help you."

"Yes, ma'am, that would be a tremendous help. Thank you. When exactly was the picture taken? Within this year?"

"Um, yes Sir. It was taken about three months ago and he looks the same now as he did then, except his hair is a little longer in the back. That's about it."

His black pager hooked to his belt buckle went off and he excuse himself to use a phone one office over. He shut the door as he left the all white, plain room.

"How are you feeling Honey?" Cynthia shivered from the cold of the room.

"I'm okay Mom, not really looking forward to strangers taking pictures of me naked, but I'll do what needs to be done to get him back for what he did..."

"I'm so glad you decided to tell me. I only wish you had told me sooner," Cynthia said as she studied her newly manicured nails.

"I'm sorry Mom, I just thought you would be mad at me."

"Kimberly Ann Hart, why would you think that? You're my daughter and I would do anything for you to make sure that you don't feel an ounce of pain."

"I know, but...I don't know. With his threats and my own conscience telling me not to tell anyone, I couldn't tell you."

"Well, the important thing is that you told me now and that we're going to do something about this."

They both looked up as the door swung open, revealing again Sergeant Monterey as he entered the room. "Mrs. Dumas, do you have any idea as to where Pierre Dumas may be? He is not at his office as he was supposed to be. Also, about two miles away from your home a young lady was murdered. A local cleaner saw a French man carrying a large blanket driving a white Lexis. She said the man but the bundle of blankets in his trunk at about nine thirty this morning. Was your husband home ma'am?" She shook her head no. "We think your husband murdered her, but he is no where to be found. We're going to let you two go after the questioning and whatnot, so you need to find a safe place to stay for the night."

"That will be no problem, I think I know where my daughter wants to go Sir."

Well, okay then. We'll have an undercover policeman monitor the house over night to make sure you are safe. Now, lets get started. The sooner we start, the sooner we finish."

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Okay, that's all for tonight. Did you love it? Hate it? Either way, please review. Sorry this chapter was so short, but you know how it is. I'll see about the next chapter and I'll have it written and posted as soon as possible. Sorry it took so long to get this one out, but I'll hopefully do better next time. Thanks. ~Morgan~