Hello everyone, how are we all doing today? Well I hope. I really liked your reviews of the last chapter and guess what, I no longer have writter's block. I know exactly where I'm going with this, well sort of. Alright, enough of that, let's get on with it. Things are going to start to get pretty darn exciting around here in the next few chapters, so don't forget to come back. Thanks again for reading and by all means review!
"Okay class, everyone take their seat. Class has begun," announced Dr. Oliver as he dug through his briefcase in search of the tests, which he had thank God made up Friday night and not waited until Sunday night to write. Things had been calm all morning much to his and the other Rangers' surprise. The Evil Pink Ranger had not yet made her move and all of the other Rangers had been on edge all day in anticipation.
It was now two o'clock exactly, only fifty minutes left, last class of the day. Dr. Oliver was also thankful that he so far hadn't had to leave class early, thus pissing off Randall. Another concern had also been eating at him all day, where was Mesogog? He hadn't budged all weekend, was it possible that he too was afraid of the Evil Pink Ranger? Dr. O decided that it was best to just worry about one villain at a time. Conner on the other hand had silently wished all day that the Evil Pink Ranger would attack so he wouldn't have to take the dreaded Biology exam. He had studied, yet somehow nothing sunk in.
Dr. O. began passing out the papers, "Okay everyone, this covers chapters ten through fourteen, if you studied you should be fine," he said giving Conner a 'you can do it' grin as he set the test down on his desk. Conner returned his gaze with an apologetic look. He always wanted to please Dr. Oliver and he knew he was successful in doing so as a Ranger, but outside the costume he wasn't so lucky.
"You may all begin," declared Dr. Oliver once the last test was distributed. Everyone turned their papers over just as they heard a terrible crash outside, which shook the ground and the walls around them. The students immediately became alarmed.
"Everyone just calm down and stay in your seats," ordered Dr. Oliver as he rushed to the door. Down the hall he spotted the librarian, Mrs. Spade. She too had heard the crash and was in search of someone with answers.
"Mrs. Spade," called Dr. O as he receipted the woman's attention.
"Dr. Oliver," answered the plump middle aged woman, "did you hear that? What was it?" she asked not waiting for a response in between questions.
"I don't know," replied Dr. O, "but would you mind watching my class while I go check it out?"
"Sure, this is my free period," agreed Mrs. Spade.
Dr. Oliver peeked his head back into the classroom noticing the distressed looks on Conner, Kira, and Ethan's faces.
"Everyone just continue with the test, Mrs. Spade is going to sit in for me while I go check things out. Don't worry, I'm sure it's nothing."
"Dr. O," Ethan blurted out wanting in on the action, but knowing there was nothing he could do.
"Just stay put Ethan," ordered the doctor as he turned to walk out.
"But I'm not feeling well!" shouted Kira as she put her hand on her forehead. Didn't Dr. O get it? They were a team; there was no question that the commotion hadn't been caused by the Pink Ranger. Why did he always have to insist on doing everything alone?
"Very well Kira," said Dr. Oliver reluctantly, "Ethan take her to the school nurse."
"But Dr. O?" interrupted Conner not understanding what was going on. He was just upset that he was going to be left to take and fail the test.
"Fine, Conner," said Dr. O with agitation in his voice, why don't you help Ethan.
"Sweet," mouthed Conner stoked about his 'get out of jail free card.'
Once in the hallway Dr. Oliver began his orders. "Okay guys, this could be it."
"Then why didn't you want us to come with you?" questioned Kira.
"I just wanted to be sure it was who we thought it was before I took you out of class. It's going to start to look very suspicious if I get you all out of class every time a monster attacks."
"Oh," said Kira apologetically.
"Anyway, I'll go get Trent out of math and we'll check out north campus. Kira you're east, Ethan you're west, and Conner you're south."
"Of course I always get stuck with the stupid parking lot, where nothing ever happens," complained Conner.
"Just do it pretty boy," ordered Kira in frustration. Leave it up to Conner to make a fuss during an emergency.
Conner wandered out the south doors of the science and math building and entered the main parking lot. He kicked at the loose gravel at his feet positive that this was a total waste of his skills. As he watched the pebbles scatter he notice a shinny piece of metal on the ground and as he continued walking he ran into more and more until he finally looked up and saw it's source, Principal Randall's car. The convertible had been demolished almost beyond recognition. If it hadn't have been in the "Reserved for Principal Randall," parking spot he wouldn't have made the connection.
As he stared at the gigantic heap of metal he suddenly realized that he was probably going to be the one to find the dreaded Pink Ranger. That test back in the safety of the classroom was looking pretty good right about now. Just as he reached his bracelet to his mouth to alert the other Rangers of his findings he was interrupted.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," said a female voice behind him.
Conner turned around slowly afraid of what he was going to find.
"Like my sculpture?" questioned the Pink Ranger. Conner didn't say anything. "What's the matter hot stuff, you afraid of little ol' me?" she continued as Conner finally faced her. At first he didn't recognize the Pink Ranger, she was still pink, black, and gold, but now her costume had much more black on it. And, her helmet began to resemble Dr. Oliver's. Dr. O had been right; Kimberly had retained his dino gem's powers.
"No, I'm not afraid of you," replied Conner, doing his best to hide his fear, "I just wanted to show off my best feature." He had to come up with something to keep her occupied long enough for the others to reach him.
"And what's that?" asked the Pink Ranger puzzled.
"My profile," he responded casually.
Kimberly was completely dumbfounded, was this kid for real? And everyone said she was shallow in high school. 'Enough of this foolishness,' she thought as she charged at the teenage boy.
Conner saw her coming and some how was able to remain calm well enough to remember that he too had a secret weapon, his speed. As she lunged for him he quickly dodged her advances and she wound up running into the junk pile formerly known as Randall's car.
"I don't like it when you do that!" shouted Kimberly as she turned around to face Conner who was in the midst of preparing to morph.
"Dino thunder, power-"
The Pink Ranger also used her speed and was successful in kicking Conner hard, right in the stomach, interrupting his power call. It knocked the air out of him and he found himself on the ground.
"Nice shot, Kimberly," Conner choked out as he lay on the ground struggling for air.
"I guess Dr. Oliver told you all about me, huh," said Kimberly proudly.
"He may have mentioned you, yes," replied Conner not wanting to give her the satisfaction.
"Tell me sweetie, did he speak fondly of me?" She was really full of herself now.
"Of you, no," answered Conner, "of the former Pink Ranger, yes he did."
"But, we're the same person," pouted Kimberly.
"No, you're not a person, you're a monster," replied Conner putting her in her place as he finally gained back his strength and was able to once again stand up.
Kimberly couldn't understand why, but the silly little teenage boy's last comment really hurt her. Was it true? Had she become a monster? She never wanted to be a monster, she just wanted to make Tommy pay, but at whose expense? 'Never mind that,' she thought, it was time to take her revenge and if it meant destroying this kid along the way then so be it.
"You shouldn't call people names, son," she returned, "it's not very nice. I guess I'll have to punish you for that one." She reached for her weapon and aimed it at Conner and fired.