DISCLAIMER
As usual, regular characters don't belong to me. They belong to Haim Saban, Fox Kids, and Disney. I only own Gary Kent, Jason's real dad.
The first thing Jason was aware of when he returned to consciousness was the throbbing of his head. The second thing he became aware of was that he couldn't move. His arms had been shackled to the ends of a bed post.
"What?" he asked. Then, "Oh, my head." He heard footsteps. The boy waited, watching through narrow eyes. Then, the figure came into view.
"Dad! What the heck are you thinking? Why'd you grab me?" Jason asked, his voice loud with anger.
"Did you really think I was gonna let you get away with your insolence, boy?" Gary Kent shot back. "I ask you to come see me, I act civil, and all you can do is run your mouth!" Without warning, a hand snaked out and connected with Jason's mouth. "Apparently, I need to reset the rules," the man continued.
"Forget your rules," Jason snapped. This resulted in him being slapped again.
"Don't speak unless spoken to! Did you forget that, boy?" Gary snarled. Do I look like a boy to you? Jason retorted silently. However, he kept his mouth shut. He didn't want to get smacked again. Man, if I could only reach my morpher! Jason thought again. But then, Zordon's admonishment came back to him: Never use your power for personal gain. Jason's eyes darkened. He had to figure out a way out of here.
"Dad, comecome on. Justjust let me go. If you do, I won't tell anybody," he said rapidly.
"I said, shut up!" Gary roared, his hand coming in contact with Jason's face once again. Jason's shoulders slumped. He was alone. And back in the nightmare.
