SEQUEL TO: ORDINARY WORLD
SUMMARY: The Rangers aren't feeling all to good, especially Tommy and Trent who feel the evil rage of their past grow inside of them. What can they do to stop it?
DISCLAIMER: Power Rangers is not mine. I only own the adventures they are going through in this series. Without the help of those that made Power Rangers what they are now, this may never would have been this good.
A/N: I figured I would bring back some twists from the past. But how far will I go? You'll just have to read on and figure it out. I hope you like this suspense and tension I like to build. To the newbies, be prepared for a page turner—I hope. I really think my writer days could be over if I just don't get enough reviews. I try. Really I do. If it wasn't for some people, stories like these would never see another's eyes. So, thank you to the readers. I really do appreciate all your comments. But let's get rolling. Sorry about falling way too behind. Forgive me. Senioritis has bitten my butt and I can't seem to get out of it. My grades are showing it just a little bit, too. I can't seem to focus in my classes no more.
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"I feel it inside of me and I don't know what to do with it. What if I won't be able to control it? No one will be safe, and no one may not be able to help me. But I gotta keep fighting until the end. For the sake of all of us, please forgive me if things go wrong." -Eclyptyk Neo
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Friday. January 14th, 2005.
Into the darkness of a line of halls, a line of three figures walked through a mess of destruction. Scorched marks from the fire ran across the walls of the halls. And the smell of mixed chemicals filled the air combined with the smoky mist that still remained. It was clear that a huge battle had went on there as they continued down the halls.
Mindshatter walked through the debris and mess of what used to be Mesogog's island fortress, with Anton Mercer at his side. Thanks to prying Anton's mind, he had managed to re-establish a connection to the invisi-portal system that would take him there using the technology equipped on his ship.
The metal bands still remained around Anton's head and wrists, but he had been dressed in the outfit similar to the fit he had worn when he was Mesogog. He breathed in shock, not believing that the island fortress had still been intacted after the huge battle months ago. He could believe the island would still be around, but not the fortress. He was stuck. He knew he could escape without being killed in the end. He would simply follow the orders of Mindshatter to avoid meeting a taste of a mind-numbing headache or possibly death. Now, he knew how it was like to be on the receiving end of one of Mesogog's mind tricks. But lucky for him, being Mesogog, he had some hidden mind tricks of his own. He just needed to tap into it to survive the long run.
Dinoshade walked behind the two, keeping a close eye on the scientist. He had not trusted in believing Anton had given into the word of his master that easily and despised him for getting all the attention in the battle to destroy the rangers.
"This is a worthy place to hide, Anton," Mindshatter breathed.
"You do realize that the Rangers are very much aware of this hideout, and it won't do much good for you if you decide to crash here," Anton said simply.
"But I will not be making the same mistakes as you did."
"I am no longer Mesogog, Mindshatter," Anton stated.
"Beware about how you say that, Anton. Once I find out all I need about your dark past and those Power Rangers, no one will be able to stop me," Mindshatter announced.
They walked through the darken hallway into the main lab. Much of the lab had been destroyed by the battle that went on there. The experiments were scattered on the floor and there would be lots of repair throughout the entire fortress, if Mindshatter was hoping to improve what mistakes Mesogog had failed to do to make Earth his own.
Mindshatter extended his hand out into the room, moving objects throughout the room with his mind to clear a path to the one machine that could be his greatest ally in the destruction of the Power Rangers, the Geno-Randomizer.
"You can't expect to get these things working after all the damage the rangers did to this place," Anton protested as Dinoshade shoved him into the room.
Mindshatter turned to face the scientist. "That's where you come in. I'm surprised, Anton. You were worthy enough to make a fortress that sustained such huge damage, and it's still standing. I'm surprised Mesogog didn't seem to survive against those pathetic excuse for protectors to Earth."
Anton could say no one as he sealed his mouth. He didn't know what to say or could find no way to beat that last statement without receiving a painful mind-twisting headache from Mindshatter.
Mindshatter barked out an order to Dinoshade in his alien dialect. Dinoshade bowed and left the room to attend to another matter. Mindshatter used a communicator on his wrist to assemble the cybots to start repairs on the island fortress.
Mindshatter shoved all other debris away as he made it over to the chair that Mesogog used to call his own. He took a seat as he nudged Anton his way by the pull of his hand. Anton had come to discover their newest enemy was a master of telepathy and telekinesis, which could be a problem for the team altogether. He knew Mindshatter was capable of manipulating a mind if he really wanted to, but didn't know if he had already done it to him.
"Don't test my patience, Anton," Mindshatter growled. "I hate getting upset at my own army."
"I'm not part of your army," Anton protested.
"We shall see," Mindshatter breathed. He shoved Anton toward the main computer system. "Now, get to work and get this place running!"
Anton glared at him for a moment and turned away as he cleared away the wires from the main computer to see what repairs he could do to it. And for a moment, he felt a shortness of breath escape his lips, and a new line of rage filled his body. A rage he had felt when he had been Mesogog.
"No," Anton breathed as he shook his head.
"Anger is a worthy adversary. It will fuel that power toward the resurrection of Mesogog," Mindshatter hissed with satisfaction.
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In the early evening hours, the team was hanging out at the cyber cafe. And they were glad that another Friday had arrived. It was evident that the entire week wasn't their best, for any of them. The teens couldn't concentrate in class or falling asleep easily. The teachers were just as dazed and weak at the teens. They sat around on the couches, heads hung low.
"Why have I felt so tired this entire week?" Ethan groaned as he sunk his head.
"You're not the only one, Ethan," Kira nodded as she leaned forward to catch her breath. "Something must be up."
"Yeah, but what?" Conner shook his head as he looked in the direction toward their teachers. "Any ideas, Dr. O?"
Tommy shook his head as Kim sunk closer into him, letting out a breath. "It's clear we all haven't been feeling good this entire week. And Mindshatter hasn't done anything since the attack a week ago. I don't know. It could be anything."
"Well, whatever it is has really took a lot out of us," Kim said as she sat up straighter.
"You got that right," Trent said. "I haven't been able to pay attention in class at all."
"I've seen you fall asleep in Bio," Tommy stated.
"Yeah, I've fallen asleep during 2nd hour, too," Trent sighed.
"I don't know. I feel so weak. Mentally, mostly."
"It's hard to get my homework done because I keep falling asleep when I get home," Ethan shook his head.
"I don't know, Dr. O. Ever since that battle with Dinoshade, I've felt different. You don't think he has some sorta mind manipulating sorta power do you?" Conner asked.
Tommy could only shrug. "I wouldn't know. Until they strike again we won't be able to find any answers."
"How is the new project going?" Kira asked.
"Still in the works," Tommy admitted. "Hayley and Billy haven't told me anything. I don't know. They're rather hush-hush about it and I think they're not saying anything so we wouldn't be freaking out about it."
One by one, each of the rangers had began to yawn. And as clear as it seemed, they were all tired. Their eyes grew heavy and their heads were swaying with tiredness.
"Oh, man," Conner groaned as he yawned. "I hate this. I had so much energy before those guys ever showed up, now it's just hell."
"Well, I guess that's our cue to call it in before we decide to fall asleep here or even behind the wheel," Trent sighed as he got to his feet.
"Yeah, I agree. We should get home and get a good night's rest," Tommy nodded as he slowly got to his feet, helping Kim up.
"Right behind you. I can barely keep my eyes open," Kira nodded.
One by one each of them got to their feet, said their goodbyes and headed out the door. Trent was the last to leave as he made sure everything was locked and turned off for the night.
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Hours later.
Kim was already snug in bed reading a book. It was a romance novel.
Downstairs in the gym, Tommy was working out. He had been lifting weights and using the punching bag as a target to rid himself of the stress. Each time he struck the bag, the impact grew louder and harder. Sweat ran down his entire body, but for some reason he couldn't get rid of that burden that still sat on his shoulders. He stopped for a moment, catching his breath as he collapsed against punching bag.
"What's wrong with me?" he whispered as he pulled one hand out of its glove. He clenched and unclenched his fist as he felt some rage run through him. He forced out a breath as he stepped back and fired a crescent kick into the punching bag.
He grabbed his towel had left the room hoping the rage would leave him as he made it upstairs. He stopped for a moment, by a mirror hanging on the wall as he looked into it, closely. He saw a hint of green and red spark up in his eyes as he took a step back, forcing out another breath. He made it into the bedroom, the rage subsiding. It left him rather exhausted as he wrapped the towel around his neck, collapsing on the side of the bed beside his wife.
"Have a good workout?" Kim asked simply, not looking up from her book.
Tommy turned to look at her and sighed. "Yeah, I guess so."
Kim looked up from her book at her husband, raising an eyebrow.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He leaned over and laid a warm, passionate kiss on her lips. After the kiss, she framed his face, laying a gentle kiss on his lips.
"What was that for, Handsome?" she asked quietly with some concern as she saw a small line of fear escape his eyes.
He dropped his head for a moment, letting out a breath. He could feel the rage, the anger he had when he had been under Mesogog's control, in the back of his mind. He thought it was nothing, but it had gotten worse as the week went. He just never mentioned it because he thought he could handle it. Now, he wasn't so sure. "I'm scared, Kimberly."
Kim furrowed her eyebrows as she brought his face up to look at her again. The fear was more evident now in his chocolate dark eyes. "Talk to me, Tommy. What is it?"
He shook his head as he laid a kiss on her palm. He knew he couldn't lie to her. Not about this matter. "I'm under the impression I might be under my evil reign again, or could be on my way to it again."
Kim shook her head, as she pulled him close to her. "No. Don't say that. You can't be."
"I feel the rage inside me," he whispered as he shuddered. "I don't know how much longer I can fight it. I may not last."
Kim laid a kiss on her husband's head as she pulled the blanket around him. "If you are, we'll figure out how to stop it. Okay? I'm not gonna let you go through that again."
"I'm scared, Beautiful," he admitted.
"Shhh," she said gently. "I know. But I'm here. I'll help you get through this."
He pulled her closer to him as he sunk into the comfort of the bed. She snuggled into him, caressing his face, waiting for him to go to bed before she could turn it in.
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Trent had walked through the huge empty house up to his room. It was hard getting used to the fact he was the only occupant in the house for a week now. Things were different. And even Elsa stated she could keep the teen company if need be. He didn't oppose, but nor did he say he approved. He just needed some time to cope with it.
He walked into his room and closed the door. His room had been full of drawing and sketching he had been working on in the last few years. It was a size one could be jealous about, but that was no surprise for a kid with a multi-millionaire dad. He had gotten used to it. His art desk was off in one corner of the room, raised up from the main level. He had a door leading out to a balcony, a simple twin bed on the other side of the room. He had a separate desk with a computer on it for any computer work he did. He had a flat screen TV plastered to one of the walls and a surround system around the room. He never liked to brag about it, but those who had been to his house were obviously jealous of it.
He collapsed at the computer desk catching his breath. It was hard for him, not that it would ever get any easier. He just wished that he could wake up from this nightmare and find his dad there. For the past few years of his life, he had gotten used to taking responsibility for himself since his dad always worked. He never had time for him. And in the last two months, they were finally bonding more as a father and son, and that's what he liked. Now, it was at a stand still.
He dropped his head, closing his eyes. At that moment, he recalled all the setbacks in his days as a Ranger. When he first got the powers of the white dino gem and felt the power of evil run through him, the day he discovered who Mesogog was, the day the evil encoding was broken, the day he nearly hung up his morpher for good, the day Mesogog was defeated. And many others. He could not imagine he had gotten that far, but he did.
"We'll find you, dad," he called out. "Just hang in there."
Then as he got off the chair and headed over to his bed, he felt a line of dizziness run through his body. The head rush sent him to the ground as he groaned in pain. And as his eyes fell shut, he watched his evil days run through his mind. He sat up on his knees catching his breath, and for a second he felt the rage run through his body. He felt the need to have all the power and destroy everything around him, his friends were now a threat to his cause and had to be destroyed.
"No," he groaned as he fought to push the rage away. "Not now."
He had felt it during the week when he saw his friends. But when he saw Kira, the rage had left him and it was almost like he couldn't recall what he was doing. He didn't know what to make of it as the pain stopped. The rage left him and he sat there in the room, sweat running down his face.
It was over for now, but he knew he couldn't control it. And he didn't want to risk telling anyone when he felt it was a battle he had to fight on his own.
He crawled over to his bed and pulled himself into it, hoping a good night sleep could rid himself of the fear of returning to his evil reign.
to be continued...
A/N: Okay, I hope you're not entirely confused. But, I will tie this entire thing together as it gets closer to the end. How does everyone feel about the resurrection of Mesogog? And there could very well be another problem with the evil ranger thing with Trent and Tommy. But what will happen? You're just gonna have to stay tuned in. May the Powers Always Protect You.