A/N 11-1-03: Here's the next ending. It was kind of 'write it as I go,' but
I hope its entertaining none-the-less. Review and tell me what you
thought!!
THE END. pt. II
She was out of his reach. His pink friend shrunk in the distance as she was carried off by the pterodactyl, 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 its mouth.
Jason could see strings of saliva and mucus webbed inside of the carnivore's mouth, and a long pink tongue dripping with drool. The musty breath caused the red ranger's eyes to water, and he turned his head to avoid having to look at it anymore. One last sight of the once green ranger brought Jason to his knees, ready and willing to die.
But just as Jason prepared for the worst, something had grabbed the attention of the beast before it could gulp down its human. The terrible lizard raised its head high into the air and let out a ferocious roar, warning off whatever it was that apparently threatened him.
Intrigued, Jason stumbled away enough to turn his body and find what was agitating the beast so. A dark red cloud had begun to form in the sky, swirling downward just at the bank of the great lake the group of heroes had come across earlier. A bold of lightening struck, and the clouds disappeared, leaving behind a sight that Jason had not expected to see, but was enraged with none-the-less.
The boy's eyes narrowed furiously, and his teeth clenched behind closed lips. Fists pulsing, Jason growled in a low and fierce tone. "Zedd."
The evil Lord chuckled proudly. "Greetings, Red Ranger. How does it feel to come face to face with the very emblem of your power? I must admit, I was a fool not to think of this plan sooner! Your pathetic dinosaurs accomplished what I could not, leaving me free to destroy your beloved planet once I return myself back to the future." He paused a moment and laughed. "Say, isn't that a movie title?"
Jason's face had not distorted a muscle. If he could stare any harder, he would burn a hole in Lord Zedd's visor, and with much pleasure indeed. But he was too distracted by the sight of the villain to even so much as crack a smile at the thought of breaking him in two. If only the tyrannosaurus would act fast and gobble him up!
But despite Jason's wishing, the lizard stood its ground, growling a most awful growl from the pit of its belly.
Zedd leisurely paced the shore of the lake, his staff in hand. "I only wanted to drop by and give you a last goodbye. You have been a worthy opponent, Jason Scott, but your time has finally come. I bid you fare well, and please. do tell the other ranger's that I enjoyed hearing their screams of torture before their deaths. Adieu." With that and a few fits of evil laughter, Zedd raised his staff over his head and struck a white flash of electricity at the rex.
From the corner of his eye, Jason could see the creature flinch, but it did nothing more than shake its head.
"You moronic ancient reptile, go after the human!" Lord Zedd commanded, but to no avail.
The creature still made no move.
Jason turned his full attention to the beast now, and to his surprise, found it looking back at him. There was a different feeling, however. The reptile's stare gave Jason a different feeling; not one of terror, but one of. sincerity. He didn't understand. Had Zedd meant for the lizard to attack, but his magic backfired? Thinking quickly, yet desperately, Jason decided to test the idea that was forming in his head.
Staring straight into the creature's eyes, Jason gave an order. "Sit."
Without a moment's hesitation, the creature lowered its rear onto the ground, swinging his tail to one side of him, and the whole time never leaving Jason's stare.
The boy's jaw dropped in disbelief. It had worked! Jason was now in full control of this ancient animal by some unknown force, or a simple backfire in magic. Whatever the case, Jason knew that this was to be used to his advantage, and he turned once more to face Zedd, who stood motionless on the lakeshore, apparently looking appalled at the lizard.
Pointing his index finger and outstretching his arm, the red-clad teen showed the beast its next meal. A wry smile growing on his face, Jason muttered two simple words. "Sick him."
The giant monster rose to its feet and strode toward Zedd, almost licking its teeth in anticipation. Before Zedd could escape, the creature lunged at him and in one swoop of the mouth, swallowed Lord Zedd whole.
Jason almost couldn't believe what he had just witnessed, but before he was able to celebrate, there was a loud drum of thunder, and soon everything around him began to spin. Feeling queasy, he closed his eyes and grabbed his stomach, hoping that whatever was happening would stop quickly.
A breeze continued to rustle his hair, but then stopped just as fast as it had come. No longer feeling motion sick, Jason let go of his stomach and opened his eyes with a gasp.
His bedroom was a sight for sore eyes if ever there was one, and he stood for a moment blinking to make sure that it was no hallucination.
Was this the result of Zedd's death? Was he and his friends returned back to their proper time? As soon as Jason could catch his bearings, he would certainly find out.
Attempting to reach for his phone, Jason fell sideways onto his bed, clutching at the bundle of sheets at the foot of the mattress. Regaining his footing, he picked up the receiver.
A quick dialing of seven numbers and the opposite end began to ring.
A young woman answered.
"Heh...lo?"
"Kimberly!" Jason exclaimed with a sigh. "Is that you? You're alright!"
"Oh my gosh. Jason, I just had the weirdest dream! We were all back in time, all six of us, and Zack and Tommy. and then these vines. and Trini. Billy. and then there was a PTERODACTYL-" She couldn't form a proper sentence.
Jason laughed with relief. "I know all about it, Kim. But we're safe! We made it out!"
"But. how?"
Jason's smile faltered as he thought back. "Lord Zedd. I killed him."
The other end was silent for a moment, and then, "You. what?"
"Well, I didn't kill him personally. I had some help. But it doesn't matter. Zedd is dead, and we're back in the present. I don't think we'll be hearing from Zedd anymore."
Kimberly could be heard laughing softly on the other end, and Jason smiled. The Rangers had finally defeated Lord Zedd for good! What would this mean? Would the Rangers be out of a job? Could they possibly go back to living a normal life? The thoughts and possibilities were overwhelming.
"Look, Kim. I'll let you rejoice while I call up the others. We should meet at the Command Center later and have a party or something! I'll contact you via communicator later, alright?"
"Uh huh. My gosh, I don't believe it!..." There was a soft 'click' and the line went dead.
Jason hung up the phone, staring at it. HE didn't believe it, yet HE had seen it with his own eyes! "Zedd is GONE!"
Breaking out in dance, Jason moved about his room jumping from the floor onto his bed, and then his desk chair, as if he had just won the lottery. His solo party ended abrubtly however with his bedroom door swinging open, and an aged-looking woman with frazzled brown hair and saggy, tired eyes popped her head in.
"Jason Lee Scott, it is 7:24 on a Saturday morning. What on Earth is all the racket about?"
The boy chuckled. "Sorry mom. I just, uh. woke up with a lot of energy."
"Well that's great, sweetie, but could you maybe take it outside? Why don't you go for a nice run. I'm going back to bed."
"Sure thing, mom." The teen agreed. Following her out his door, he raced in the opposite direction down the stairs and out onto the porch to take in the paper. Letting out a quiet, "Ha ha!" when he saw it, he took the paper inside and poured himself a glass of orange juice. "Today is going to be the first of a new start." He said.
* * * * *
Meanwhile, up on the moon, a Golden monkey with black-feathered wings was awaiting the return of his master.
A foul energy filled the atmosphere, and in a bright crack of lightning, Lord Zedd returned to his humble moon palace and took his rightful seat on his throne.
"How did you fare, oh wicked one?" Goldar asked of his Lord.
Zedd placed a hand to his head as if to ale it of its throbbing. "Those pesky Rangers think they've won. I was lucky that damned beast only swallowed me whole. Well I'll show those putrid pests, just you wait! They haven't seen the last of Lord Zedd!" He raised an angry fist into the air, and his monkey minion joined in.
A/N: Okay, tell me, how stupid was this ending? Hah, I didn't really have an idea when I started it, but oh well. It ended. How's THAT for random?
THE END. pt. II
She was out of his reach. His pink friend shrunk in the distance as she was carried off by the pterodactyl, 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 its mouth.
Jason could see strings of saliva and mucus webbed inside of the carnivore's mouth, and a long pink tongue dripping with drool. The musty breath caused the red ranger's eyes to water, and he turned his head to avoid having to look at it anymore. One last sight of the once green ranger brought Jason to his knees, ready and willing to die.
But just as Jason prepared for the worst, something had grabbed the attention of the beast before it could gulp down its human. The terrible lizard raised its head high into the air and let out a ferocious roar, warning off whatever it was that apparently threatened him.
Intrigued, Jason stumbled away enough to turn his body and find what was agitating the beast so. A dark red cloud had begun to form in the sky, swirling downward just at the bank of the great lake the group of heroes had come across earlier. A bold of lightening struck, and the clouds disappeared, leaving behind a sight that Jason had not expected to see, but was enraged with none-the-less.
The boy's eyes narrowed furiously, and his teeth clenched behind closed lips. Fists pulsing, Jason growled in a low and fierce tone. "Zedd."
The evil Lord chuckled proudly. "Greetings, Red Ranger. How does it feel to come face to face with the very emblem of your power? I must admit, I was a fool not to think of this plan sooner! Your pathetic dinosaurs accomplished what I could not, leaving me free to destroy your beloved planet once I return myself back to the future." He paused a moment and laughed. "Say, isn't that a movie title?"
Jason's face had not distorted a muscle. If he could stare any harder, he would burn a hole in Lord Zedd's visor, and with much pleasure indeed. But he was too distracted by the sight of the villain to even so much as crack a smile at the thought of breaking him in two. If only the tyrannosaurus would act fast and gobble him up!
But despite Jason's wishing, the lizard stood its ground, growling a most awful growl from the pit of its belly.
Zedd leisurely paced the shore of the lake, his staff in hand. "I only wanted to drop by and give you a last goodbye. You have been a worthy opponent, Jason Scott, but your time has finally come. I bid you fare well, and please. do tell the other ranger's that I enjoyed hearing their screams of torture before their deaths. Adieu." With that and a few fits of evil laughter, Zedd raised his staff over his head and struck a white flash of electricity at the rex.
From the corner of his eye, Jason could see the creature flinch, but it did nothing more than shake its head.
"You moronic ancient reptile, go after the human!" Lord Zedd commanded, but to no avail.
The creature still made no move.
Jason turned his full attention to the beast now, and to his surprise, found it looking back at him. There was a different feeling, however. The reptile's stare gave Jason a different feeling; not one of terror, but one of. sincerity. He didn't understand. Had Zedd meant for the lizard to attack, but his magic backfired? Thinking quickly, yet desperately, Jason decided to test the idea that was forming in his head.
Staring straight into the creature's eyes, Jason gave an order. "Sit."
Without a moment's hesitation, the creature lowered its rear onto the ground, swinging his tail to one side of him, and the whole time never leaving Jason's stare.
The boy's jaw dropped in disbelief. It had worked! Jason was now in full control of this ancient animal by some unknown force, or a simple backfire in magic. Whatever the case, Jason knew that this was to be used to his advantage, and he turned once more to face Zedd, who stood motionless on the lakeshore, apparently looking appalled at the lizard.
Pointing his index finger and outstretching his arm, the red-clad teen showed the beast its next meal. A wry smile growing on his face, Jason muttered two simple words. "Sick him."
The giant monster rose to its feet and strode toward Zedd, almost licking its teeth in anticipation. Before Zedd could escape, the creature lunged at him and in one swoop of the mouth, swallowed Lord Zedd whole.
Jason almost couldn't believe what he had just witnessed, but before he was able to celebrate, there was a loud drum of thunder, and soon everything around him began to spin. Feeling queasy, he closed his eyes and grabbed his stomach, hoping that whatever was happening would stop quickly.
A breeze continued to rustle his hair, but then stopped just as fast as it had come. No longer feeling motion sick, Jason let go of his stomach and opened his eyes with a gasp.
His bedroom was a sight for sore eyes if ever there was one, and he stood for a moment blinking to make sure that it was no hallucination.
Was this the result of Zedd's death? Was he and his friends returned back to their proper time? As soon as Jason could catch his bearings, he would certainly find out.
Attempting to reach for his phone, Jason fell sideways onto his bed, clutching at the bundle of sheets at the foot of the mattress. Regaining his footing, he picked up the receiver.
A quick dialing of seven numbers and the opposite end began to ring.
A young woman answered.
"Heh...lo?"
"Kimberly!" Jason exclaimed with a sigh. "Is that you? You're alright!"
"Oh my gosh. Jason, I just had the weirdest dream! We were all back in time, all six of us, and Zack and Tommy. and then these vines. and Trini. Billy. and then there was a PTERODACTYL-" She couldn't form a proper sentence.
Jason laughed with relief. "I know all about it, Kim. But we're safe! We made it out!"
"But. how?"
Jason's smile faltered as he thought back. "Lord Zedd. I killed him."
The other end was silent for a moment, and then, "You. what?"
"Well, I didn't kill him personally. I had some help. But it doesn't matter. Zedd is dead, and we're back in the present. I don't think we'll be hearing from Zedd anymore."
Kimberly could be heard laughing softly on the other end, and Jason smiled. The Rangers had finally defeated Lord Zedd for good! What would this mean? Would the Rangers be out of a job? Could they possibly go back to living a normal life? The thoughts and possibilities were overwhelming.
"Look, Kim. I'll let you rejoice while I call up the others. We should meet at the Command Center later and have a party or something! I'll contact you via communicator later, alright?"
"Uh huh. My gosh, I don't believe it!..." There was a soft 'click' and the line went dead.
Jason hung up the phone, staring at it. HE didn't believe it, yet HE had seen it with his own eyes! "Zedd is GONE!"
Breaking out in dance, Jason moved about his room jumping from the floor onto his bed, and then his desk chair, as if he had just won the lottery. His solo party ended abrubtly however with his bedroom door swinging open, and an aged-looking woman with frazzled brown hair and saggy, tired eyes popped her head in.
"Jason Lee Scott, it is 7:24 on a Saturday morning. What on Earth is all the racket about?"
The boy chuckled. "Sorry mom. I just, uh. woke up with a lot of energy."
"Well that's great, sweetie, but could you maybe take it outside? Why don't you go for a nice run. I'm going back to bed."
"Sure thing, mom." The teen agreed. Following her out his door, he raced in the opposite direction down the stairs and out onto the porch to take in the paper. Letting out a quiet, "Ha ha!" when he saw it, he took the paper inside and poured himself a glass of orange juice. "Today is going to be the first of a new start." He said.
* * * * *
Meanwhile, up on the moon, a Golden monkey with black-feathered wings was awaiting the return of his master.
A foul energy filled the atmosphere, and in a bright crack of lightning, Lord Zedd returned to his humble moon palace and took his rightful seat on his throne.
"How did you fare, oh wicked one?" Goldar asked of his Lord.
Zedd placed a hand to his head as if to ale it of its throbbing. "Those pesky Rangers think they've won. I was lucky that damned beast only swallowed me whole. Well I'll show those putrid pests, just you wait! They haven't seen the last of Lord Zedd!" He raised an angry fist into the air, and his monkey minion joined in.
A/N: Okay, tell me, how stupid was this ending? Hah, I didn't really have an idea when I started it, but oh well. It ended. How's THAT for random?