Chapter Seven – The fall of The Blue One.
Part One.
"Oh my God!" Boone cried, running to Locke and jumping on his back.
"Get off me Blue One!" He screamed, trying to buck Boone off as he covered Locke's eyes with his hands.
"I like chickens." Claire smiled, crossing her arms and shrugging.
"I hate chickens, just like I hate my life." Jack said moodily.
"They're after me John! Save me!"
Cluck.
Gobble.
"Dear Lord what was that?"
"What do we do Green One?"
"Green One."
"What do we do?"
"Yeah – Green One."
"Green."
Silence.
"One."
"Shut up!" Locke shouted, pushing Claire over and laughing.
Cluck.
Gobble.
Suddenly, a swarm of chickens could be seen on the horizon, moving closer to the Lostie Rangers. Blinded by their gleaming feathers, the Rangers lost balance – Locke and Boone falling in a heap.
"Argh, my back! I think… Oh God, I've pulled something, I can't move." Locke grimaced, clutching his back and sobbing like a girl.
"But you're the Green One!" Boone reminded him, trying to move John who had now fallen unconscious.
The chickens were almost upon them. All hope was lost.
"Jack, the Red One was second in command in the Power Rangers!" Claire screamed.
"I don't want to fight chickens." Jack moodily informed them.
CLUCK!
"We're going to die!"
And then, they saw a blinding white light – so white, it forced them to look to the ground.
And then when they looked up, they saw him.
"Wow, you're like… Whiter than Jesus."