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Hope you enjoy this chapter. I sorta got the idea of this chapter from one of Crimson-Ranger's stories so SOME credit goes to Crimson-Ranger (sorry if it's misspelled, etc.). R&R…

Everything was pitch black. He could hear screaming. Bridge panicked; he started to run. He could hear himself panting; the screaming was never ending. The cold grip of fear clawed at his heart as he stopped and fell to his knees; the screaming was driving him mad! Make it stop! Bridge started to sob, unable to find and locate the source of the screaming; he didn't know why he wanted to find it, he only knew he had to… Then IT came; the horrible laughing. That laugh… The Blue Ranger tried to cover his ears, but he could still hear it. Where's it coming from? AAAAHHHH! He fell on his side and curled up into a ball, trying to shield himself from whatever wished him harm. The screaming and laugh continued. Oh God! Why won't it stop? The screaming and laugh grew louder and louder and soon the noises blocked out all of his thoughts; he soon started his own screams of terror, pain, and suffering. He started to sob and rocked back in forth, futilely trying to ignore the terrible screaming and the even more horrible, evil, menacing laugh. Then he felt a clawing in his mind; he screamed. The pain grew stronger and the laughing grew louder and the screaming more terrible and filled his heart with a wrenching emotion, consuming him. Bridge was stuck, the darkness gripped him, and deep down, he knew, there was no escape.

Reality

Sky jerked awake. The Red Ranger knew something was wrong. He was covered in sweat, he was worried and weary to the bone; he had a nagging feeling of dread and doom. Bridge… Sky jumped up, put on a shirt and some pants and rushed out of his room, and ran as fast as he could, to Bridge's room. Along the way, the teen began to worry, thinking the worst.

Sky burst into Bridge's room and the first thing he noticed was screaming. He clapped both hands to his ears and rushed towards his friend. He stopped at the foot of his friend's bed and started to shake; Bridge was thrashing in his bed, curled in a ball, trying to protect himself from some invisible enemy. Sky tried to shake his friend awake. "Bridge! Wake up! You have to wake up!" His attempts were futile; Bridge just would not wake up. The B-Squad leader began to panic; for the first time in his life, Sky didn't know what to do, didn't know who to turn to or how to handle the situation. He fell to his knees. He rested his forehead on Bridge's arm; his shoulders shook as he sobbed softly into the bed. "Oh God… What am I supposed to do?"

Sky clenched his teeth and curled his hand into a fist. I can't give up! He wiped away his tears and gripped Bridge's glove hand. That's it! Acting quickly, the Red Ranger pulled off his companion's glove as fast as he could and gripped it tightly. C'mon Bridge! I know you're there! Fight it!

Bridge's Dream

Bridge was caught in the whirlpool of hopelessness and despair; the darkness continued to attack him and he felt empty and lost. He clutched himself, in hopes of preserving a little bit of himself, just in case he… The Blue Ranger shook his head, trying to clear it; he just couldn't think like that, or he'd be done for. He kept thinking about all his friends and when his thoughts turned to Sky, his heart twisted in pain; Bridge sobbed not knowing why he felt that way and why it was Sky he always thought about. At that moment a small ray of light appeared in the darkness calling his name. "Bridge… Bridge, can you hear me…?" The young man brought his head up from his arms. "Sky! Is that you?" He heard a sigh of relief and he felt waves of comfort coming from the voice. "Thank God! You ok?" Bridge got up slowly from his position only to be attacked by the darkness once more; he screamed and immediately covered his ears to block out the noise. "Bridge! Listen to me! Ignore everything else. Just listen to my voice. Follow it!" Bridge pulled himself together and ran towards the now growing light; in a last effort, the darkness made him relive his worst memory. Oh God… No… Not again… NO!

-FLASH-

It happened when Bridge was four. It was a day like any other, only, he kept having this feeling of dread, like something horrible was about to happen. His parents seemed to feel that way too; every time he went up to them his mother would cry and hug him while his father looked so sad it hurt. It happened at night. Bridge was tucked in bed and was falling asleep when he heard a noise. He threw off his blanket and rushed downstairs. What he saw he would NEVER forget.

The figure was menacing and evil. It approached his parents with malice and killing intent. His father and mother tried to stop him but it wasn't enough. Grasping his weapon, the figure dashed forward and stabbed his father; not one noise escaped his lips. His mother was sobbing and became hysterical. "Mommy!" The young Bridge ran forward to defend his mother. She turned as did the figure. A slow smile spread along his face as he went from mother to child. Bridge stopped and started to edge backward, away from the horrible mean assassin that had killed his father. "No! Please don't kill him! Take me instead!" His mother clutched at the assassin's ankle but he merely ignored her and continued to go for Bridge. The toddler sobbed and backed up to the wall. The dark figure crept forward and was about to strike when a heavy weight came up from behind, Bridge's father; still alive, somehow, the man fought the assassin and yelled for his wife to take the child and run. The mother sobbed, grabbed her child and ran out the door. "Dad!" The last memory Bridge had of his father was witnessing his father having his throat cut open.

Bridge's mother, still carrying Bridge, ran for her child's dear life was screaming and sobbing, trying to run from the dark figure that wanted her son's life. She fell backward when she ran into something hard; it was the killer, who somehow got in front of her. She sobbed hysterically and used her body as a shield, to protect Bridge. The menacing figure stepped forward and thrust his knife deep into her body; all she managed was one loud scream before she died. Bridge was sobbing and tried to run but he tripped over his mother's body. The assassin stepped forward and slashed. Bridge screamed as the metal met his flesh; he sobbed as the man slowly pulled out his knife and smiled wickedly, blood dripping from it. He licked the blade and was about to strike again when a flash of light struck his chest and he fell backwards, unconscious. The rest was a blur. All Bridge remembered about afterwards was seeing his mother's body being hauled away.

Bridge woke up sobbing in Sky's arms. He buried his face in his former roommate's chest and poured out all his pent up emotions. Sky hugged Bridge closer and rested his chin softly on top of his friend's head. "Don't worry. I'll protect you."

Bridge clutched Sky tighter and sniffed. Sky, not knowing why, put his arms around Bridge and held him there; for what seemed like hours. Finally, Bridge looked up at Sky and leaned forward until his face was buried in his companion's shoulder. "Do you want me to sleep with you tonight?" Bridge, startled looked up from his position. "You know my old bed." He didn't know why, but Bridge's heart dropped and he buried his face into his friend's shoulder again. He nodded and Sky carefully got up and laid Bridge in his bed.

The Red Ranger smiled at his best friend and, after lingering for a while, journeyed to his old bed and lay down. He was drifting off to sleep when he heard Bridge say, "Thanks." Sky smiled and drifted off into sleep.