Lost With White

Part 4

"Trent..." Kira whispered as she got herself up from the ground.

"This isn't right..." Tommy muttered as he followed Kira up.

"What's up now?" Ethan asked himself dusting himself off.

"Trent!" Conner exclaimed jumping back to his feet. "What are you doing?!"

"You rangers are so pinheaded." The White Ranger commented, shaking his head. "You actually thought I was on your side? You rangers may have shiny suits and weapons, but not exactly very bright when it comes to brains, are you?"

"Trent, please don't do this..." Kira pleaded going a step infront of her fellow rangers.

"Don't even try to play the sympathy card on me, yellow." Trent stopped the Yellow Ranger.

"What did you do to him, Zeltrax?!" Tommy demanded.

"Nothing." Zeltrax answered unusually calm. "Your white ranger just thought he was wanted where he started. In Mesogog's forces as a valuable warrior."

"He's valuable on our team also!" Conner snapped. "And you don't undo this, I'll-"

"Silence, fool!" Trent exclaimed, as he charged after Conner, and slashed at him, knocking the Red Ranger down to the ground! Ethan, Kira, and Tommy ran to his side.

"You okay, Conner?" Ethan asked as they helped the Red Ranger to his feet.

"Yeah, just fine." Conner replied getting into battle stance, as if ready to fight Trent himself. However, a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Conner looked back to see Tommy had his hand on his shoulder firmly.

"Not now, Conner. We need to get back to the lab..." Tommy stated, as the four ran back to the lab.

"That's right...you better run." Trent said as the rangers ran away. He gave a slight snicker, which could be heard through the air.

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It was close to midnight when Trent arrived home. He had his hands in his pockets, and kicked the front door open. When he walked in, he first saw his father, Anton Mercer, sitting on the couch across the room. He looked to be very tired, as he was up all night. The alter-ego of Mesogog would have never expected his son to be out this late.

"Trent, you're late." Anton stated in a monotone.

"No duh." Trent talked back, as he went into the kitchen.

"I don't like that tone, young man." Anton said following Trent, his monotone fading. Trent went to the refridgerator, and opened it.

"Why do you care?" The White Ranger asked searching through the containments of the fridge.

"I'm your father!" Anton exclaimed. "It's my job to care!" He was aware of how snappishly he sounded. He took in a deep breath, and began to speak in a calmer tone. "Now, tell me, why were you out so late?"

"I was hanging out with friends, no big deal." Trent answered calmly getting a carton of milk out out. He went to the counter, and searched the top cabinet for a glass.

"Is that so?" Anton asked following Trent. "Now, do you think their parents let them stay out this late?"

"Of course. They're cool." Trent answered taking a glass from the cabinet. He sat down at the table, and took a deep gulp of the milk. "Wish I could say the same about you..." he added cooly.

"Now that is it!" Anton snapped. "You are grounded! No friends, no leaving this house!"

"You're not my real father!" Trent snapped back standing up, and getting into his dad's face. "So stay out of my way!"

"What is wrong with you?!" Anton wanted to know. "I thought destroying the evil of your Dino Gem had given you your good back! It's like that never happened!" He sighed, and stormed off outside, leaving Trent with himself. The moment Anton Mercer left, a wicked smirk formed on the White Ranger's face.

"Oh, if you only knew, dad...if you only knew..." Trent thought to himself.