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[A/N 10-31-03:] Alright. The second ending might actually come out a little later than expected, as it is really late now and I'm pretty groggy. Must sleep. sleep is good. So, here's the (FIRST) final chapter of Jurassic Rangers. Read on!
THE END...
She was walking away from him, away from her only surviving friend. At least, so far. Her hysterical state resulted from the current situation she was in, and she mumbled fiercely to herself, paying no attention to what was happening around her.
"This is it, Kim. You're next. It's only a matter of when..." Her hand held her forehead, as if she were trying to check for a fever. Her sneakers were untied at this point, but she made no effort to tie them. Stumbling on ahead, she ignored Jason's warning from behind.
No matter what he said, she wouldn't stop. The flying reptile in the air inched closer to her, hovering only yards off of the ground. Everything that happened in the next moment seemed to move in slow motion. He called out her name one last time.
Frustrated and angry, she stopped and turned around, streams of dry tears gleaming on her cheeks. Before she could ask what it was Jason wanted, a dark shadow on the ground caught her eye. She recognized its shape, and her heart stopped when she realized it was moving toward her. She lifted her eyes from the ground to the sky, and saw the magnificent figure of a pterodactyl flying gracefully her way.
She screamed.
Her eyes clenched shut, and a sharp pain pierced into both of her shoulders. The creature dug its talons into her torso, breaking the skin and releasing small amounts of blood that seeped through her shirt. Her shoulder blades were pressured, and she felt as though they would be crushed at any second. There was no longer ground beneath her feet, and she thrashed her legs frantically, desperately trying to break free. Her hands grabbed onto the legs of the flying reptile, and squeezed as hard as she could, scratching and poking at the scales, pleading for her life. "No! Let me go! Please! Put me DOWN!"
Jason was running beneath her, but he couldn't keep up. He called out to her again.
"JASON!" The wind blew her screams away, and she was high in the air, being carried in the claws of an ancient flying lizard.
She was out of his reach. His pink friend shrunk in the distance, but her screams echoed his way. Shaking his head in disbelief, he turned around in a full circle, over and over, looking for any sign that he was next. He waited and waited, but nothing came. He didn't understand.
"WHY is this HAPPENING?!" He shouted with all of the breath his lungs would allow him to release, and then took it back in with a hard sob. "Why..."
He began to wander aimlessly on, re-entering the thick jungle that sealed the fate of his newest best friend, and former green ranger.
He found the bog, and approached the tree that sheltered the dead Tommy. Kneeling down beside his best friends' fresh corpse, his face was grief stricken and he choked on his tears. Summoning enough courage to speak, he mumbled to no one in particular.
"All my friends are dead and gone. I'm left alone. And what's worse is they were taken from me by the very symbols of our power! I don't understand! How did this all happen?" He let his back drop to the ground, crunching the leaves beneath it. The canopy towering above his head shaded his eyes from the lowering sun. The entire day had been wasted in this forgotten place, and now he was all that was left.
"Why haven't I seen the tyrannosaurus yet?" he questioned through gritted teeth. That was it.
Just like so many times before, the ground at Jason's back trembled, and he rose to his feet with very little effort. Trees before him swayed in the rhythm, and he could hear the cracking of trunks getting louder, closer.
He gulped. 'This must be it,' he thought, 'I jinxed myself. It's finally coming.' He was right.
Avoiding the fall of a tree that crashed to the ground only feet from where he stood, Jason was greeted with the booming roar of the tyrannosaurus itself.
It seemed to stare right into the pupils of Jason's eyes, drinking the fear that flowed in them. It approached, stomping the ground, rippling the soil and foliage on its surface.
It was the stench of death. The rank, rotting breath of the giant lizard hovered about Jason, seeping in to the pores of his skin.
He couldn't think. He couldn't react. He couldn't escape.
The Rex was right in front of him, standing an arm's length away. Jason didn't want to run. He wanted to face the fate that claimed his closest friends. As the creature lowered its neck, reaching eye to eye with the red ranger, it opened it's mouth.
Jason closed his eyes and stood his ground. His ears still listened, and the Rex released the most terrible, mind-blowing... buzzing noise?
* * *
Jason peeked open one eye. His bedroom ceiling blocked the sight of the tyrannosaurs that had promised to consume him only seconds ago.
Opening both eyes, Jason sat up. He was in his bed, the red clad sheets scrawled all the way at the end, drooping to the floor. His heart was still racing, pounding for escape from his chest.
A dream?
'It couldn't have been!' Jason argued with himself. 'It felt so real! I could hear it! I SAW it all!'
He looked at his alarm clock. It was still buzzing, and was set for school time. Checking the calendar on the wall above it, Jason confirmed that it was Saturday.
He was beyond confusion. Not able to think of any other idea, he picked up the phone and dialed the closest person to him.
He could hear ringing.
After a minute, a groggy and tired female voice answered. "Uhhh....hullo..."
"Kim? You're alive!"
She didn't sound too happy. "Jason? Ugh. Jason, why are you calling so early?" she paused. "It's Saturday!"
He sighed with relief. It WAS just a dream. "Never mind, Kim. Just go back to sleep." He heard an annoyed "hmph" and then a 'click' from the other end.
Hanging up his own receiver, he got out of bed to turn off his alarm clock, and then went to his window.
There was a thin layer of fog hovering inches from the still visible street. The houses around his were intact, just the way he'd remembered them. He was home.
He chuckled, still a bit shaken from the false reality he had encountered during the night. 'I could have sworn... it was so real...' Shaking away his thoughts, the teen returned to his bed, and threw the covers on himself. He found a comfortable sleeping position, and closed his eyes. 'It was just a dream...'
[A/N 10-31-03:] Alright. The second ending might actually come out a little later than expected, as it is really late now and I'm pretty groggy. Must sleep. sleep is good. So, here's the (FIRST) final chapter of Jurassic Rangers. Read on!
THE END...
She was walking away from him, away from her only surviving friend. At least, so far. Her hysterical state resulted from the current situation she was in, and she mumbled fiercely to herself, paying no attention to what was happening around her.
"This is it, Kim. You're next. It's only a matter of when..." Her hand held her forehead, as if she were trying to check for a fever. Her sneakers were untied at this point, but she made no effort to tie them. Stumbling on ahead, she ignored Jason's warning from behind.
No matter what he said, she wouldn't stop. The flying reptile in the air inched closer to her, hovering only yards off of the ground. Everything that happened in the next moment seemed to move in slow motion. He called out her name one last time.
Frustrated and angry, she stopped and turned around, streams of dry tears gleaming on her cheeks. Before she could ask what it was Jason wanted, a dark shadow on the ground caught her eye. She recognized its shape, and her heart stopped when she realized it was moving toward her. She lifted her eyes from the ground to the sky, and saw the magnificent figure of a pterodactyl flying gracefully her way.
She screamed.
Her eyes clenched shut, and a sharp pain pierced into both of her shoulders. The creature dug its talons into her torso, breaking the skin and releasing small amounts of blood that seeped through her shirt. Her shoulder blades were pressured, and she felt as though they would be crushed at any second. There was no longer ground beneath her feet, and she thrashed her legs frantically, desperately trying to break free. Her hands grabbed onto the legs of the flying reptile, and squeezed as hard as she could, scratching and poking at the scales, pleading for her life. "No! Let me go! Please! Put me DOWN!"
Jason was running beneath her, but he couldn't keep up. He called out to her again.
"JASON!" The wind blew her screams away, and she was high in the air, being carried in the claws of an ancient flying lizard.
She was out of his reach. His pink friend shrunk in the distance, but her screams echoed his way. Shaking his head in disbelief, he turned around in a full circle, over and over, looking for any sign that he was next. He waited and waited, but nothing came. He didn't understand.
"WHY is this HAPPENING?!" He shouted with all of the breath his lungs would allow him to release, and then took it back in with a hard sob. "Why..."
He began to wander aimlessly on, re-entering the thick jungle that sealed the fate of his newest best friend, and former green ranger.
He found the bog, and approached the tree that sheltered the dead Tommy. Kneeling down beside his best friends' fresh corpse, his face was grief stricken and he choked on his tears. Summoning enough courage to speak, he mumbled to no one in particular.
"All my friends are dead and gone. I'm left alone. And what's worse is they were taken from me by the very symbols of our power! I don't understand! How did this all happen?" He let his back drop to the ground, crunching the leaves beneath it. The canopy towering above his head shaded his eyes from the lowering sun. The entire day had been wasted in this forgotten place, and now he was all that was left.
"Why haven't I seen the tyrannosaurus yet?" he questioned through gritted teeth. That was it.
Just like so many times before, the ground at Jason's back trembled, and he rose to his feet with very little effort. Trees before him swayed in the rhythm, and he could hear the cracking of trunks getting louder, closer.
He gulped. 'This must be it,' he thought, 'I jinxed myself. It's finally coming.' He was right.
Avoiding the fall of a tree that crashed to the ground only feet from where he stood, Jason was greeted with the booming roar of the tyrannosaurus itself.
It seemed to stare right into the pupils of Jason's eyes, drinking the fear that flowed in them. It approached, stomping the ground, rippling the soil and foliage on its surface.
It was the stench of death. The rank, rotting breath of the giant lizard hovered about Jason, seeping in to the pores of his skin.
He couldn't think. He couldn't react. He couldn't escape.
The Rex was right in front of him, standing an arm's length away. Jason didn't want to run. He wanted to face the fate that claimed his closest friends. As the creature lowered its neck, reaching eye to eye with the red ranger, it opened it's mouth.
Jason closed his eyes and stood his ground. His ears still listened, and the Rex released the most terrible, mind-blowing... buzzing noise?
* * *
Jason peeked open one eye. His bedroom ceiling blocked the sight of the tyrannosaurs that had promised to consume him only seconds ago.
Opening both eyes, Jason sat up. He was in his bed, the red clad sheets scrawled all the way at the end, drooping to the floor. His heart was still racing, pounding for escape from his chest.
A dream?
'It couldn't have been!' Jason argued with himself. 'It felt so real! I could hear it! I SAW it all!'
He looked at his alarm clock. It was still buzzing, and was set for school time. Checking the calendar on the wall above it, Jason confirmed that it was Saturday.
He was beyond confusion. Not able to think of any other idea, he picked up the phone and dialed the closest person to him.
He could hear ringing.
After a minute, a groggy and tired female voice answered. "Uhhh....hullo..."
"Kim? You're alive!"
She didn't sound too happy. "Jason? Ugh. Jason, why are you calling so early?" she paused. "It's Saturday!"
He sighed with relief. It WAS just a dream. "Never mind, Kim. Just go back to sleep." He heard an annoyed "hmph" and then a 'click' from the other end.
Hanging up his own receiver, he got out of bed to turn off his alarm clock, and then went to his window.
There was a thin layer of fog hovering inches from the still visible street. The houses around his were intact, just the way he'd remembered them. He was home.
He chuckled, still a bit shaken from the false reality he had encountered during the night. 'I could have sworn... it was so real...' Shaking away his thoughts, the teen returned to his bed, and threw the covers on himself. He found a comfortable sleeping position, and closed his eyes. 'It was just a dream...'