Warnings and disclaimers are on page one…
Key of Darkness: Evening all…
Justin: you sound really tiered.
Key of Darkness: I've been working all day, so yeah, I am…
Justin: …
Key of Darkness: Goodnight all…/head hits the desk with a resounding thud/
FT
Justin sat on the edge of his bed flicking through an old photo album. He sighed. All the pictures had been taken during better times. He was at rock bottom right now and he just couldn't find the strength to pull himself back up again.
It was almost a month since his talk with Tommy, and that was the last contact he had had with any of his former friends. Tommy had promised to call him, but as of yet, he was still waiting for that damn phone to ring.
Suddenly, he lost his temper. He hurled the photo album at the wall and it connected with a loud bang. He picked up at the books sitting on his desk and threw them around the room, not caring about the mess he'd made. Papers few everywhere and he sank to the floor, tears flowing freely down his cheeks.
It just wasn't fair! Tommy had promised that he wouldn't lose contact again! He promised! But he should have known by now that no one ever kept true to their word. They all lied to him and walked away from him, only speaking to him when they felt like it…
IT WASN"T FAIR!
Rage took over again and he pounded his fists against the floor, not wanting to do any more damage to his room… although he was probably going to punch a hole through the floor at this rate…
/calm down young one/
"Why should I!" Justin had long grown used to the voices in his head, trying to tell him what he should do. Most people would be freaked by it, but he just didn't care about them. All they did was chat amongst themselves about things that he didn't want to hear about. Stuff them….
/you should seriously consider it, you're already doing yourself an injury/
Justin paused.
/look at your hands/
Justin looked at them and sure enough, blood flowed from places that had been rubbed raw. It was then that the pain kicked in. His hand throbbed and he winced.
"Thanks, who ever you are."
/wouldn't you like to know…/
"Yeah, I kinda would actually, since you've decided to take up residence in my brain."
we've taken up residence in your brain! Ha ha! That's a good one/
/you've been taping in to our conversations/
"Well I can assure both of you that it is none intentional."
/I'd take care of those hands sooner rather than later young one/
"Yeah yeah, whatever."
/and show some respect towards your elders. /
Justin shook his head and staggered to his feet. He walked into the bathroom and gently washed most of the blood off his hands. It stang as the water hit the open wounds, but he didn't really care. Why should he? They would heal in time…
/now, as for the whole thing of us taking up residence in your brain, you may be aware that you have incredible mind powers/
"Yeah, big whoop."
/ It should be. /
/ Your powers have been taping into the Morphing Grid. You say this is unintentional/
"Yes."
/you better just give it to him. He'll get it one way or another. /
/have patience. I will get to it. Sit down child. /
"I'm fine standing thank you."
/no need to get snarky. What we are about to tell you, show you and give you many not be told, shown or given to any other person, understand/
Justin nodded.
/When you were young, you were chosen by the Morphing Grid to lead a group of rangers that as of yet, have not come into being. However, that was complicated slightly by the fact that you received the blue Turbo powers when you were eleven. /
"I knew I wasn't meant to carry those powers. They were Rocky's."
/They weren't Rocky's. He was meant to hand them on anyway, you just happened to be there. The Powers that you were supposed to get were thrown into complete turmoil as they had expected someone that was completely inexperienced, and had never even seen powers before. However, your being a ranger has just made the powers stronger. They are the water Element Powers, the strongest powers ever made by Zordon. /
"Zordon's dead."
/no he isn't. He is merely scattered across space and time. You can rectify this situation. /
Justin, suddenly interested, started concentrating a little harder on the conversation. "How can I bring him back? If there's a way, I'll do it."
/ Just give him the damn powers already/
/ Patience! Justin, do you swear that you will keep all of this to yourself/
"I swear."
/ Do you swear that you will only use your powers for good, not evil."
"I swear."
/ Do you swear to use your powers to protect the innocent always/
"I swear."
/Do you understand that when there is a choice between two paths, two roads to take, that you must always choose the path of the right, of justice, of light, of acceptance and of understanding/
"I understand."
/ Are you sure you want to take up these powers and become a ranger again/
Justin was silent for a moment. Was he sure he wanted to fight again? Yes he wanted to protect the innocent, and he always was willing to help people, but did he want to go through the pain and suffering like he had before?
But he needed to give his life a purpose, like he had had before. He didn't want to sink back into the pit of despair that he had just pulled himself out of. He still had the scars to prove that he had been down there…
"I accept these powers and all responsibilities that come with them."
/ Did we really need to go through all the formalities? He knows what to do and what not to. /
/ They are formalities. They have to be done. Hold out your hand. /
Justin held out his hand, palm up, and almost instantly, it started to glow. His hand felt warm and he could feel something resting on the palm, but he couldn't see it through the bright blue light. He winced and shut his eyes as the light flashed suddenly, then died away and he looked down.
It was an old fashioned silver key.
"But how…"
/…do you use it? You will know in time. /
/ You aren't doing him any favours, are you/
/ He must learn on his own. He will kn…/
The voices faded, and suddenly, he realized that he had control over his mental powers. Breathing a sigh of relief, he looked down at his hands. Blood was starting to seep threw the bandages he had quickly put on. The sight of the blood brought back memories and he found his gaze wandering towards the adjoining bathroom. It stopped on the razor sitting on the bench.
He got up and walked over to it, picking it up.
He dropped it in the bin.
Key of Darkness: second chapter down! If you want this chapter to make sense, try reading A Cutters Blood first…
Justin: Also, I'm fifteen and a half in this fic, so Carlos is roughly eighteen or nineteen…