Disclaimer: I don't own this, i have also run out of interesting disclaimers...
A/N: Well here's Chapter 3. Just a little note in responce to a review, that i meant to put in the last chapter. When i said 'Odd D' i meant as in the occasional grade D in school, sorry if there was any confusion.
Principal Kaplan frowned into computer as he read today's list of detentions. Most of them didn't surprise him; bulk and skull, when weren't they in detention? Hannah Smith, a young girl with a passion for being a bully, Frankie Losha, a senior with no respect for authority, and a few more people he considered to be blights on humanity. It was the others who worried him: Billy Cranston, Kimberly Hart, Trini Kwan, Tommy Oliver, Jason Scott and Zachary Taylor: good students all of them, if in very different ways. Billy Cranston; a genius that was all you could say about him; perfect grades and abilities well beyond anything he'd ever known. Kimberly Hart: a cheerleader, bright, beautiful and full of life; the personification of school spirit. Trini Kwan, quiet, grades only beaten by Mr Cranston, head of the volleyball team, never gotten into trouble before. Tommy Oliver: a new student but with a good record, average grades but a perfect attendance at his old school. Jason Lee Scott: strong and athletic, Kaplan knew he and Tommy ran a self defence club at the juice bar, he always seemed so polite and caring; more times than he could count he'd seen him defend others from bullies. Finally there was Zach Taylor; never had he met anyone who exuberated so much energy for life, so much enthusiasm for even the dullest task. He practically danced wherever he went. That was until recently, a few months ago it had all started to change; the occasional absence from class, a couple of rushed pieces of work, nothing serious. Now they were away more then they were here, their grades were dropping seriously; Billy was only averaging B's, they'd even failed to show up for one of their detentions last week. It worried Kaplan that formerly good students could go this wrong; he didn't know what they'd gotten involved in but it had to be serious, and it involved all of them. Perhaps now was the time to share his worries with their parents.
Appearing in the middle of the park, the Power Rangers found it difficult to miss the monster lumbering about threateningly. Looking round quickly to see if there was anyone else around, and seeing, rather unsurprisingly that there was not; Jason uttered the recently overused phrase 'it's morphing time'
"Mastodon"
"Pterodactyl"
"Triceratops"
"Sabre Tooth tiger"
"Tyrannosaurus"
"Dragon Zord"
Standing fully morphed and ready for action, they drew the monsters attention. Looking at it closely, they could see it wasn't going to take much to send this creature packing. 'Maybe' thought Zach hopefully, 'we'll even be back before they know we're gone.'
Heading to the throne room Finster almost turned back, the request he was about to make was probably the most dangerous thing he'd ever done. Shuffling in, he could hear his mistress yelling for Goldar, who seemed unwilling to arrive. His heart sank as he realised that his monster was on earth now: she couldn't even be bothered to watch them anymore. Knowing this, it seemed even less likely that she would grant his request, and even more likely that he wouldn't leave the room alive.
"Empress?" he began cautiously, causing her to spin round angrily to glare in his direction.
"Oh, Finster it's you?" she snapped, " I thought you were Goldar."
"No mistress," he replied quickly.
Glaring more fiercely, Rita spoke again "Well I can see that!"
Shrinking backwards away from the chamber, Finster decided to give up on this plan, to just go back to his monstermatic and brew up some putties; he'd have another idea soon anyway…
"Stop!" yelled the witch, foiling any plans of escape he may have had, "what did you want?"
"Your blood mistress," he responded quickly, little realising how wrong it had come out, if he didn't ask quickly he'd lose his nerve again.
She glanced at him confusedly, wondering if she could have misheard, "my blood?"
"Yes Empress," he continued, " I have an idea for a monster that will destroy the power rangers once and for all, but I need a drop of blood…"
"And you have the nerve to ask for mine? After all your failures?" she yelled loudly, "why not use your own?"
Shuddering with fear, he stuttered on, "it's just… the more powerful the source of the blood, the more powerful the monster; with blood as strong as yours it can't fail."
She paused for a moment, 'he seems uncharacteristically confident,' thought the witch. It was an affront to ask for her blood, and she should incinerate him on the spot, but… but if he was right and this creature could destroy the rangers… well it would be worth it, especially if it meant proving that damn ape wrong.
"Very well," she conceded, "but if it fails you'll regret it!"
Many people considered Billy Cranston to have a weird idea of fun, however even he did not consider sitting in detention copying out ' I will not skip school' 100 times as fun. Silently cursing about the number of things he could be doing now if his conscience didn't force him to save the world, he saw the others doing the same.
Principal Kaplan sat at the front scratching his wig.
As the bell rang to signal the end of detention Bulk and Skull charged out of the door almost immediately, followed quickly by a couple of students Billy didn't know. Moving towards the door himself, he was surprised to find Mr Kaplan addressing him and his friends.
"If you could wait a moment," he said almost politely, "I'd like to talk to you."
This didn't sound good; he hated to think what was coming; further detention, expulsion, or maybe just a lecture?
"It'd probably be better if you took your seats again," this definitely wasn't good, " I normally don't do this," he continued, "I normally feel trouble makers are trouble makers, but you, all of you, used to be good students."
Where was this leading?
" I've contacted your parents, to share my concerns with them and they've all agreed to come in and discuss …things."
Looking round at the shocked expressions on the faces of his friends as they registered this information, and as they silently, and very uncharacteristically swore under their breath. All except Trini that is, who seemed to be doing some kind of meditative breathing technique to keep her calm.
"I can't force you to attend," continued the Principal, " but I would strongly advise you to be here tomorrow after school. It would give you a chance to er… explain your view on the situation."