Chapter 32
Alex dragged Jen inside the stable. She could see five mutants standing by The Mistress's side and the Simmonses tied to some of the wooden columns of the building.
There has got to be a way to let her know what we are up to, Jen looked at the rabbit-like mutant, from whom this thought came from.
I wonder how we are going to get these people out of here, this came from the centaur; Jen couldn't think of him in any other way.
How can we let the pink Ranger know about the remote control The Mistress is using on her husband and the Cherub? This came from the butterfly. Jen knew 'the Cherub' was Wes, and obviously, her husband was Alex. But she was more interested in the remote control part.
Alex threw her against the rack where the saddles for the horses were kept, she assumed when there were horses in the stable, and tied her up in a crucified position. She ignored him for now, and focused only on the mutants.
What's your name? She asked the butterfly, who looked at her, terrified, for a second. Its okay, she won't know if you don't show any sign. You only have to think your answers. What's your name?
Fly-tag, the mutant answered.
Ok, Fly-tag, you were thinking something about a remote control, what about it? Jen asked.
The Mistress put a chip in the Cherub's head and also in Alex's head. She's been controlling Alex for years, and she can also control the Cherub. She wanted to bring him here, Fly-tag thought.
Do you know how I can break the control?
Only with the remote. It has a button and she presses it and orders whatever she wants them to do and they do it.
Where is the remote?
The mutant hesitated for a second. It's in her pocket, she thought at last.
Okay, Jen told the mutant. I need time to come up with a plan, buy me time.
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Wes walked out of the room, his sight lost in space. "Wes?!" Jessica called, but he didn't hear her.
All he heard were his mistress' words: come to me, Cherub. Come to me. He walked past people; the hospital seemed full of them. Outside, he got into his car and drove fast. He had to get to his mistress quickly, or she was going to be mad. Past the city and the green fields, he drove to her.
Hurry, cherub. I'm don't like to wait.
"I'm on my way, Mistress," he said out loud, and stepped on the accelerator.
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Goldix and Boulderac untied Josephine from the column and dragged her to the center of the stable. There, by order of The Mistress they tied her wrists together and threw the rope over one of the ceiling crossbeams. Then they gave Centauricon the end of the rope and got ready to start pulling.
Scared, Josephine looked at Jen, who avoided her eyes. A pained expression crossed the young mother's face when the mutants began pulling on the rope and hung her from her wrists.
"That's right," Samantha ordered her mutants. To Josephine she said: "I've been thinking in what order I want to kill you, and I've decided you go last." Josephine struggled against the rope in vain. "You must be happy, you'll get to see all of your family die, just like her," she added, pointing at Jen over her shoulder.
Josephine saw Jen's face lower, as if she was embarrassed. She could barely move her head and see anything but The Mistress, however, nobody had ever made her lower her face and this crazy psychopath wasn't going to be the first one. The Mistress approached her with a pair of scissors and began cutting her shirt open. As scared as she was, Josephine spit at the woman's face. The Mistress stood there, stock still.
"You are a worthless worm, you are insane and you don't even deserve to be alive!" the farmer yelled.
The Mistress dried the spit from her face and then, in a smooth move, she thrust the scissors into Josephine's side as deeply as she could. Josephine yelled in pain, and The Mistress pulled the scissors from her body, expecting to see a large flow of blood. "I don't mind if you die first," she said, and looked at the wound, but no blood was coming out. She put her hand on the wound and Josephine yelped but no blood came out. She thrust in one of her fingers and withdrew it covered in blood, but Josephine wasn't bleeding. It was inexplicable. But then it dawned on her. She turned around and walked towards Jen. "Nice trick," she said with admiration. Jen didn't look up. "You can't keep her blood from flowing forever, she'll die."
Jen finally looked up and met her eyes. "I'm not keeping her blood from flowing. I'm keeping it from pouring out of the wound," she explained.
"Well," Samantha said, moving to pick up a rod that had been torn from the wall and then going back to Jen. "If there's one thing you learnt from your husband, it's how to be a hero." She crossed Jen's face with a blow with the rod she was holding.
"That's a nice trick too," Jen said, wincing at her broken lip.
The Mistress turned to Josephine who still wasn't bleeding. She hit Jen again, but got no result. "What does it take to get you out of focus?" she asked angrily. Jen raised her head as high as she could, trying to make it hurt less, if possible. The Mistress hit her in the ribs and a pained expression crossed the pink Ranger's face. "Nobody will save you this time, Jen. Your friends are fighting a lost war, and Alex is on my side."
"Not in what you can call his free will," Jen commented.
"You think you're being funny?" The Mistress asked.
"Not really," Jen said, in pain. "Yo' mama is so stupid she asked what the number for 911 was. Now I think I'm being funny."
"We'll see who laughs last," The Mistress said, turning to her mutants. "Goldix, Come here!" The golden version of Steelix walked towards them. The Mistress handed him the rod saying: "Take this and make yourself sure she loses focus, even if she has to lose her life in the process!"
Goldix chuckled maliciously and stepped forward, towards Jen. "Well, well, well, isn't this the bitch that accused Steelix?" he began.
"Steelix is a friend of yours?" Jen asked. Goldix crossed her face with a blow. "Sorry, family?" Jen asked arrogantly. The mutant hit her again. "Lover?" a blow to her hurt ribs was her answer. That blow was followed by many more, the mutant hit her in the ribs, the hips and the legs with all his strength, but Jen had been trained to resist torture.
Meanwhile, Josephine hadn't, and The Mistress had Nadira running her fingernails down and across her abdomen and back, causing very superficial cuts that were painful, despite the fact that they didn't bleed.
"Please stop!" Kevin pleaded, struggling against the rope that bound him. "Please, leave her alone, take me, but leave Jossie alone!"
The Mistress looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Okay," she said, ordering Nadira to stop with a gesture of her hand. "Fly-tag, Bunnistein, Boulderac, Centauricon, go to the Simmons' farm and get me the strongest four horses they have," she ordered. The mutants bowed and left immediately.
The noise of a car could be heard outside. Everyone looked towards the door and waited anxiously as Wes entered. "WES!" Jen yelled, amazed.
He ignored her and walked towards The Mistress. "I'm here, Mistress," he said, bowing his head.
"Good," she said, caressing his hair. "Did you bring your morpher?" she asked. Wes showed her the device attached to his left wrist. The Mistress smiled. "Morph," she ordered.
"Time for Time Force!" Wes yelled, doing the proper movements. His body was covered by the Red Ranger's armor within a second.
"Alexander," The Mistress called. The morphed Black Ranger approached her.
"What can I do for you, Mom?" he asked in a voice that sounded more natural than Wes's.
"Fight Wes to the death," she ordered and moved away.
"NO!" Jen yelled desperately, but the pain made her regret it instantly.
Wes and Alex faced each other in a fighting stance. Jen looked at them, alarmed, and The Mistress was pleased to see Josephine had begun bleeding. Goldix laughed cruelly and hit Jen in the pit of the stomach and knocked the air out of her.
This has gone far enough, Jen thought to herself. Focus Jen, focus or Wes and Alex are going to die. You know they are perfectly capable of killing each other. She closed her eyes and began focusing on her new trick. She had to make it work because so many lives depended on it.
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Fly-tag and her friends walked as slowly as they could towards the other farm, trying to buy the Simmonses more time. The fight was at its height, both mutants and humans standing strong. The Silver Guardians had great fire power, but they were ineffective. The mutants barely paid attention to them, their attack focused on the Power Rangers as Nadira and Ransik had taught them.
Centauricon stopped in his tracks and looked at the fight, mesmerized. The other three did the same. "I have an idea," he said and pulled out the two swords that hung from the sides of his waist (the human half's one).
"What the hell are you doing, colt?" Boulderac asked.
"There are over thirty mutants there, the Power Rangers will be killed, unless we help them out," he explained.
"What if one of the mutants goes and tells The Mistress?" Bunnistein asked.
"We'll still be on the right side," he answered. Fly-tag nodded and rubbed her hands against each other quickly; generating the static electricity she needed to fire her energy balls.
"What if we get killed?" Boulderac asked.
"I'd rather die as a hero, than live as a criminal," Bunnistein said, and summoned her crossbow. "What do you say Boulderac?" she asked.
"Only for a little while! Somebody's got to take those horses to that crazy woman, or I shudder to think what she'll do to us."
Nothing like what I would do to you if you bring those animals. It was the pink Ranger talking. They looked at each other and Fly-tag smiled.
"She's a psychic, remember?" The others showed understanding expressions and nodded.
Listen up, you need to stay out there, don't come back in until I tell you to. I'll send Ransik and Nadira out, Jen instructed.
"You what?!" Centauricon asked. "What are we supposed to do with Nadira and Ransik?" he asked.
Whatever you please, was the answer.
To be continued.
Alex dragged Jen inside the stable. She could see five mutants standing by The Mistress's side and the Simmonses tied to some of the wooden columns of the building.
There has got to be a way to let her know what we are up to, Jen looked at the rabbit-like mutant, from whom this thought came from.
I wonder how we are going to get these people out of here, this came from the centaur; Jen couldn't think of him in any other way.
How can we let the pink Ranger know about the remote control The Mistress is using on her husband and the Cherub? This came from the butterfly. Jen knew 'the Cherub' was Wes, and obviously, her husband was Alex. But she was more interested in the remote control part.
Alex threw her against the rack where the saddles for the horses were kept, she assumed when there were horses in the stable, and tied her up in a crucified position. She ignored him for now, and focused only on the mutants.
What's your name? She asked the butterfly, who looked at her, terrified, for a second. Its okay, she won't know if you don't show any sign. You only have to think your answers. What's your name?
Fly-tag, the mutant answered.
Ok, Fly-tag, you were thinking something about a remote control, what about it? Jen asked.
The Mistress put a chip in the Cherub's head and also in Alex's head. She's been controlling Alex for years, and she can also control the Cherub. She wanted to bring him here, Fly-tag thought.
Do you know how I can break the control?
Only with the remote. It has a button and she presses it and orders whatever she wants them to do and they do it.
Where is the remote?
The mutant hesitated for a second. It's in her pocket, she thought at last.
Okay, Jen told the mutant. I need time to come up with a plan, buy me time.
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Wes walked out of the room, his sight lost in space. "Wes?!" Jessica called, but he didn't hear her.
All he heard were his mistress' words: come to me, Cherub. Come to me. He walked past people; the hospital seemed full of them. Outside, he got into his car and drove fast. He had to get to his mistress quickly, or she was going to be mad. Past the city and the green fields, he drove to her.
Hurry, cherub. I'm don't like to wait.
"I'm on my way, Mistress," he said out loud, and stepped on the accelerator.
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Goldix and Boulderac untied Josephine from the column and dragged her to the center of the stable. There, by order of The Mistress they tied her wrists together and threw the rope over one of the ceiling crossbeams. Then they gave Centauricon the end of the rope and got ready to start pulling.
Scared, Josephine looked at Jen, who avoided her eyes. A pained expression crossed the young mother's face when the mutants began pulling on the rope and hung her from her wrists.
"That's right," Samantha ordered her mutants. To Josephine she said: "I've been thinking in what order I want to kill you, and I've decided you go last." Josephine struggled against the rope in vain. "You must be happy, you'll get to see all of your family die, just like her," she added, pointing at Jen over her shoulder.
Josephine saw Jen's face lower, as if she was embarrassed. She could barely move her head and see anything but The Mistress, however, nobody had ever made her lower her face and this crazy psychopath wasn't going to be the first one. The Mistress approached her with a pair of scissors and began cutting her shirt open. As scared as she was, Josephine spit at the woman's face. The Mistress stood there, stock still.
"You are a worthless worm, you are insane and you don't even deserve to be alive!" the farmer yelled.
The Mistress dried the spit from her face and then, in a smooth move, she thrust the scissors into Josephine's side as deeply as she could. Josephine yelled in pain, and The Mistress pulled the scissors from her body, expecting to see a large flow of blood. "I don't mind if you die first," she said, and looked at the wound, but no blood was coming out. She put her hand on the wound and Josephine yelped but no blood came out. She thrust in one of her fingers and withdrew it covered in blood, but Josephine wasn't bleeding. It was inexplicable. But then it dawned on her. She turned around and walked towards Jen. "Nice trick," she said with admiration. Jen didn't look up. "You can't keep her blood from flowing forever, she'll die."
Jen finally looked up and met her eyes. "I'm not keeping her blood from flowing. I'm keeping it from pouring out of the wound," she explained.
"Well," Samantha said, moving to pick up a rod that had been torn from the wall and then going back to Jen. "If there's one thing you learnt from your husband, it's how to be a hero." She crossed Jen's face with a blow with the rod she was holding.
"That's a nice trick too," Jen said, wincing at her broken lip.
The Mistress turned to Josephine who still wasn't bleeding. She hit Jen again, but got no result. "What does it take to get you out of focus?" she asked angrily. Jen raised her head as high as she could, trying to make it hurt less, if possible. The Mistress hit her in the ribs and a pained expression crossed the pink Ranger's face. "Nobody will save you this time, Jen. Your friends are fighting a lost war, and Alex is on my side."
"Not in what you can call his free will," Jen commented.
"You think you're being funny?" The Mistress asked.
"Not really," Jen said, in pain. "Yo' mama is so stupid she asked what the number for 911 was. Now I think I'm being funny."
"We'll see who laughs last," The Mistress said, turning to her mutants. "Goldix, Come here!" The golden version of Steelix walked towards them. The Mistress handed him the rod saying: "Take this and make yourself sure she loses focus, even if she has to lose her life in the process!"
Goldix chuckled maliciously and stepped forward, towards Jen. "Well, well, well, isn't this the bitch that accused Steelix?" he began.
"Steelix is a friend of yours?" Jen asked. Goldix crossed her face with a blow. "Sorry, family?" Jen asked arrogantly. The mutant hit her again. "Lover?" a blow to her hurt ribs was her answer. That blow was followed by many more, the mutant hit her in the ribs, the hips and the legs with all his strength, but Jen had been trained to resist torture.
Meanwhile, Josephine hadn't, and The Mistress had Nadira running her fingernails down and across her abdomen and back, causing very superficial cuts that were painful, despite the fact that they didn't bleed.
"Please stop!" Kevin pleaded, struggling against the rope that bound him. "Please, leave her alone, take me, but leave Jossie alone!"
The Mistress looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Okay," she said, ordering Nadira to stop with a gesture of her hand. "Fly-tag, Bunnistein, Boulderac, Centauricon, go to the Simmons' farm and get me the strongest four horses they have," she ordered. The mutants bowed and left immediately.
The noise of a car could be heard outside. Everyone looked towards the door and waited anxiously as Wes entered. "WES!" Jen yelled, amazed.
He ignored her and walked towards The Mistress. "I'm here, Mistress," he said, bowing his head.
"Good," she said, caressing his hair. "Did you bring your morpher?" she asked. Wes showed her the device attached to his left wrist. The Mistress smiled. "Morph," she ordered.
"Time for Time Force!" Wes yelled, doing the proper movements. His body was covered by the Red Ranger's armor within a second.
"Alexander," The Mistress called. The morphed Black Ranger approached her.
"What can I do for you, Mom?" he asked in a voice that sounded more natural than Wes's.
"Fight Wes to the death," she ordered and moved away.
"NO!" Jen yelled desperately, but the pain made her regret it instantly.
Wes and Alex faced each other in a fighting stance. Jen looked at them, alarmed, and The Mistress was pleased to see Josephine had begun bleeding. Goldix laughed cruelly and hit Jen in the pit of the stomach and knocked the air out of her.
This has gone far enough, Jen thought to herself. Focus Jen, focus or Wes and Alex are going to die. You know they are perfectly capable of killing each other. She closed her eyes and began focusing on her new trick. She had to make it work because so many lives depended on it.
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Fly-tag and her friends walked as slowly as they could towards the other farm, trying to buy the Simmonses more time. The fight was at its height, both mutants and humans standing strong. The Silver Guardians had great fire power, but they were ineffective. The mutants barely paid attention to them, their attack focused on the Power Rangers as Nadira and Ransik had taught them.
Centauricon stopped in his tracks and looked at the fight, mesmerized. The other three did the same. "I have an idea," he said and pulled out the two swords that hung from the sides of his waist (the human half's one).
"What the hell are you doing, colt?" Boulderac asked.
"There are over thirty mutants there, the Power Rangers will be killed, unless we help them out," he explained.
"What if one of the mutants goes and tells The Mistress?" Bunnistein asked.
"We'll still be on the right side," he answered. Fly-tag nodded and rubbed her hands against each other quickly; generating the static electricity she needed to fire her energy balls.
"What if we get killed?" Boulderac asked.
"I'd rather die as a hero, than live as a criminal," Bunnistein said, and summoned her crossbow. "What do you say Boulderac?" she asked.
"Only for a little while! Somebody's got to take those horses to that crazy woman, or I shudder to think what she'll do to us."
Nothing like what I would do to you if you bring those animals. It was the pink Ranger talking. They looked at each other and Fly-tag smiled.
"She's a psychic, remember?" The others showed understanding expressions and nodded.
Listen up, you need to stay out there, don't come back in until I tell you to. I'll send Ransik and Nadira out, Jen instructed.
"You what?!" Centauricon asked. "What are we supposed to do with Nadira and Ransik?" he asked.
Whatever you please, was the answer.
To be continued.
