Disclaimer: I do not own the characters to the Power Rangers, they are owned by Saban Entertainment. I do however, own Marcus, Damon, and Sean.
When Sean stole himself into the first room he saw, it turned out to be the right room. Pink covered comforter bed, throw pillows, stuffed animals, window drapes, it sure wasn't the husband's room. Taking it all in with a deep sigh, Sean smiled wickedly, "At last" he thought, the blood coursing through his veins was heightened as a predator stalked it's prey.
"Cleverly concealed in a obvious place, he waited, and waited, his blood was flowing knowing at just soon, he would feast."
"Oh, it's so exciting" Kimberly squealed. "we're almost done" giving Tommy a hug as he continued to write. "Where did you learn to write like this? It's so….creepy yet exciting all at the same time."
"I learned it English." he replied, "I did learn something besides staring at you the whole time" he smiled.
"Awww" blushing. "but, oh, I want to show you something. It's in my room I'll be right back"
With that, she removed himself from the room and began walking towards her room. Hearing her light foot steps come forth, Sean frantically searched herein for a place to conceal himself. There was only one alternative in which to do so, underneath that pink comfort covered bed. Throwing his thin body on the floor, he skittle underneath just as Kimberly's shadow came through the door frame. So scared that he held his breath, Sean watched as his prey went about, searching for something. She hummed and mumbled words that were difficult to understand as Kimberly went about in search of something. Several moments passed before she exclaimed, "Ah ha. Found you." In a jiffy, she was out the door, down the hallway, and right back along side Tommy. Breathing a hefty sigh of relief, Sean pulled himself from underneath the bed, then went towards the window, which were shut out by blinds. Pulling up some of the slates, he sent a signal to Marcus and Damon, still waiting impatiently outside. They felt completely naked out there. If one of those pesky neighbors were to step outside, or even turn on their patio lights, then this operation would be botched. When the signal came, the two looked at each, asking silently if they really wanted to go through with this. Damon muscled up the nerve to take the lead, heading right for the same doorway as Sean took. Following a second behind was a frightful Marcus, whom constantly checked over his shoulder as they slipped inside, unheard. Once inside the laundry room, their adrenalin pumped even more. Now they were inside, they could hear faint voices. Door leading to the hallway was cracked open. Taking a peek, left then right, Damon spotted the room of Kimberly, their target. Lights were out there, but Sean's silhouette was clearly visible, he gave a gesture to come in, then went about of going through a small book shelve that was head to toe stuffed with bright colored books of fantasy.
"Alright, here we go" she whispered to himself, drawing a breath, holding it before blissfully moving his body across the floor in a swift jump that landed him near the doorway and almost striking the opposite wall. Next came Damon whom tip toed across in a silly fashion as if dodging laser trip wires.
"Hurry up you sissies" Sean hissed. Once inside, the three were like children in an arcade, it was something of like a dream. To them, it was a fantasy of their own. So many wanted to, and they, only they, were brave enough to enter the realm of Kimberly Hart. What trophies could they bring back to show them? What would others say when they did so? Going from place to place trying everything out, they were fascinated by Kim's rather neat yet laid back manner. There was a pink soft bound diary sitting on her study desk. It was locked, naturally, but Damon knew how to jimmy a weak lock, that would wait, they wanted something much more necessary. Drawers were carefully opened and rummaged through, shelves swept over, everything was looked through. Some nice photos were there, Juice Bar showing the entire gang, then of her parents, it was oh so nice. This girl was sweet, innocent, yet had a secret life of her own.
"When it get what I'm looking for," Damon said to Marcus, "I'm going to swipe that diary"
"Are you sure, she'll notice immediately that it's gone"
"Hmmm, perhaps you're right" rethinking it over, "But still, imagine what we could learn if we did read what she wrote"
"Take it, stupid" Sean ordered them without looking at them.
"We can't take it, she'll catch us" Marcus spat back.
"No she won't just as long as you throw it away afterwards, or you read it now. Two choices, read it now or later, but now would be easier."
Raising up an eyebrow, the goons looked baffled at the orders Sean was giving them. Something was up. They were led to believe all this to be a college level panty raid, just for kicks, but when they looked at Sean, they noticed he wasn't doing what they were, instead, he was looking at photo albums, taking out a long thin knife, a scalpel and carefully slicing away the plastic covering before removing them as he gave instructions.
"What are you doing?" Damon asked, holding a handful of socks.
"The fruits of our labor" Sean replied back as he removed a photo of Tommy and Kimberly at the beach.
"Wait, that's not what we're here about" Marcus spoke up, only to be hushed up by his collogues, "Look, we are only here for a raid, that's it. No one is suppose to get hurt, just embarrassed."
"That's right" Sean smirked, "She'll be embarrassed." turning his back on them, still cutting away at another photo.
In a fit of rage, Damon grabbed the smaller Sean, spun him around, "Hey, you little barf. What is going through your head? You drag us here and begin acting strangely. You said that we were going to be doing strange things regarding Tommy and Kimberly, and we thought it was just a simple raid. Now what are we here for?"
"I told you, we are here to make him suffer" sean replied back.
"Yes, when you said that, we thought that we would embarrass the hell out of him, not anything else" said Damon, becoming frightful.
"Well you little gimps, you just aren't smart enough to understand what I'm capable of" the evil genious spoke dryly.
"Just what do you have planned?' Marcus demanded to know.
"You'll see, just get going" Sean ordered.
"I don't take orders from you. I'm out of here" Marcus said, throwing up his hands, dropping all that he had gathered.
"Oh, you'll stay, if you know what's good for you." Sean hissed. Stopping in his tracks, Marcus looked down to see that Sean now had the scalpel pointed towards his stomach.
'You wouldn't…."
"I would."
"There's two of us, we can kick you butt."
"I doubt it. If Damon makes a move, there's nothing stopping this small piece of metal rfom lacerating your stomach. Infection will set in, and you will die slowly." all his words were evil, sinister like, hissing between his teeth that were showing from a ear to ear smile.
Not having any other choice, Sean ushered the two into the corridor, having abandoned all that they had retrieved thus far. Something far greater was just waiting down the hallway.
"The predator was now on it's final approach. It's prey was completely ignorant of it's stealthily walk, footsteps were muffled by the coy and talk of others"
The three figures now appeared in the hallway, moving slowly, inch by inch towards the living room. The sounds, laughter and casual talk of Kimberly and Tommy were becoming louder with each step. They were completely oblivious to their approach, casual talk of this exam and of their friendships were all the trio could hear, giving them a state of mind of fear. Why in the world are they doing this? As Damon and Marcus reached the doorway that led to the kitchen and thus the dining room, the two paused and looked at one another. Damon was wide eyed, sweating bullets. This wasn't right. It had to stop. Quietly beckoning Marcus to call it off, to turn and run away, they both looked at the front door. It was locked, yes, but being inside, they could easily unlock, and make a dash into the darkness. No one will know it's them, except Sean. He could rat on them, it was all so confusing. That scalpel was a dangerous weapon, yes, and Sean was a very unstable person. Could he really go so far as to stab one of them. Worse yet, what would he do to Tommy or Kimberly.
"This was it. Coiled up like a spring, just inches away from the unlikely targets, the hunter was ready to pounce. Giving a yell, he charged at them with lightning quick strides and was on them before anyone could react!"
"Now!" Sean yelled, shoving his body into those in front, Marcus and Damon came spilling into the kitchen….