Disclaimer: I do not own the characters to the Power Rangers, they are owned by Saban Entertainment, I do however own the other characters, Sean, Damon, and Marcus.
Tommy's pen was edging towards the end of the paper, with a few more stroke, another page would be completed. They were not quite done yet, but getting close. Kimberly's heart raced with anticipation, soon their exam, an event that would have doomed her graduation as well as his, would now be sealed and done with, leaving them time to spare. Her hands gripped Tommy's body tightly as he continued to write with incredible ease, words just flowed out from his mind, down his brawny arms, to his finger tips and into the pen. It was something his girl friend had never seen before.
"Wow, Tommy, I have never seen you like this" she whispered.
"I know, just don't ask me to do poetry" he joked.
Breaking into a smirk, trying to fight the temptation of him doing so, Kimberly nudged him playfully with the lower portion of her body and then giggled before resting her head on his shoulder. For most of this, she reamined rather quiet, just observing what Tommy did. An occassional correction here and there and some ideas, but the bulk of this exam would be made by him, not that he minded, they would both gain their credit and graduate. Those coys given could be heard as Seanand his henchmen, now at the mouth of the kitchen door, prepared to enter. Hearing them, they were completely oblivious still of their entrance. Surprise was on their side. Marcus and Danielhad their backs to the wall, and were fighting with themselves and amongst another on whether or not they should go through with this. What would be the point? This was not what they came here to do. Grab some trophies then make a break for it, but this boy, Sean, pursuaded them to go through with a even more bold attempt, to actually take on Tommy and Kimberly. For what purpose in his mind, they did not know, butcould be nothing but evil.
"Take them" Sean ordered.
One final looked the two gave each other, there was nochance to back out now. If they decide to make a run, someone would be caughtand theywouldsquel on the other. No telling what Sean would say as the mastermind. Taking the step, Marcus and Damon entered, their legs turned to absolutejelly, they approached like new born giraffes, gaints were terrible asthey charged into the tile floored kitchen, their heavy work boots making high pitched squeaks. Their was no roar or a battle cry, just the squeaks of their boots announced their presence. Hearing them, Tommy flinched violently, turned his head to see two unknown figures behind them. They were not family nor their friends. Whom were they? Giving out a quick scream, Kimberly ripped herself from her own seat and stood up just as Tommy began to do so himself, his eyes burning up. These were thieves, he thought, and they picked the wrong house to break into. Once this man stood upright from his perch, the two would be attackers instantly froze in their tracks, one behind the other, absolutely terrified to go any further.What was he going to do to them? Coming directly behind, Sean found that the two were statues in the kitchen, just feet from their goal. Kimberly could be seen standing up, face showing signs of confusion. There were three men in her house.
Hearing no sounds of a struggle, just a outlandish outburst from Tommy, Sean approached himself to take a gander of the situation. His head appeared through the door way, from there, he could see the backs of his two followers, virtual statues while his two targets were still rising from their seats, all of this transpired in just a few seconds. If they waited any longer, he thought, Tommy would kill both of them, he would run, then the police would show up, Damon and Marcus would squel and implicate him as the mastermind. He still bore evidence of this raid. Not wanting to take that chance, they must still go through with this, they must attack, now!
"Confounded bastards" he cursed, huffing into the room himself. Having a third person enter, the two rangers grew even more fearful that an entire team had ambushed them. Who sent them? Rita? Didn't seem so, they were human, plus, they were teenagers and from their own school.
"What are you doing here?" Tommy demanded, but instead of answering, Sean shoved his two friends forward, cursing their cowardice and telling them to take them down now. If this wasn't down, then Kimberly would not be their prize, and that's what they wanted, or at least Sean did. Pressed hard by their leader, Marcus and Sean made a mad, uncoordinated scramble towards the Rangers whom were now fully alert and ready to greet them.
With fear in their eyes, Sean and Damon each made their approach, only to be met by one swift round house kick from Tommy. One swift blow in the side of the temple, and Marcus collapsed to the ground with a sick thud right at Tommy's feet. Damon came next, and after seeing what had occurred to Marcus, his blood turned absolutely cold, his figure freezing in place. Reversing himself, Tommy also dispatched with him with a second round house that sent him in the opposite direction. That was rather easy. Tommy looked at Kim and smiled, that was rather easy, just like the putties, she smiled back as well.
"Damn" Sean cursed. Tommy's gaze rose up to this other man in the doorway, this character, their leader.
"Who are you?" he demanded from him ananswer.
Instead of answering him, Sean quickly searched for of all things, the light switch andturned them off. In absolute darkness, Tommy tried to locate Kimberly to make their way out of this trap.He called to her, she called him, but there seemed to be movement all about them. Such an easy manuever, and yet so descieve, for one flip of the switch, the tworangers were powerless.
"Where are you?"Tommy yelled, only to suffer a blow to his stomach and to the back of one knee, which caused him to collasped down on the other.
"Tommy!" Kim screamed, then came several more heavy blows, and when the lights came back on, Tommy was on one knee, and the two goons were beginning to come to their senses. Realizing they had just gained the incitive, they pounced upon their wounded prey like drunk rabble. Throwing fists and kicks that were far more uncoordinated than Tommy's they succeeded in causing great amounts of damage to the Ranger, in the ribs and back. Blow after blow fell in rapid succession.
With him down, Damon turned his gaze to Kimberly whom was frozen herself, unsure of what to do. It was a first. With Damon approaching, his eyes were growing with fire, teeth pulled back showing ghastly fangs. Each step he took, she took one back. Eventually, she ran out of room. Back into a corner and this adversary drawing close, her breath drew to quick pants as she decided on what to do.
"Get back!" she screamed, kicking with all of her might. Damon heaved and collapsed on his knees, hands reaching downward, face blood red, mouth agape yet unable to speak. Rather harsh blow, but he deserved it.
In a jiffy, even before kimbrly could drop that foot bck down, Marcus rushed her, grasping her left shoulder and bringing his right fist into her gullet. She too went down, holding herself. Gasping for breath, she looked up, brows buckled, she stared at these two boys as they came up to her.
"You bitch" Marcus yelled, landing a blow against her left cheek. She crumbled to the ground, blood trickling from a nostril. Damon was rather stunned by this action for this was the girl they wanted, now they were treating her like garbage. Now that these two were down, what should they do next, and where was Sean? He emerged back into the kitchen, Kimberly's diary in hand.
"What should we do?" asked Marcus, holding himself.
"Tie them up" Sean said going right past them.
Loking at them, Marcus disappeared himself, then came back with pantyhoses and both of them tied up their prisoners, overlapping their wrists and ankles, then stuffed sweat socks into their mouth to prevent their cries from being heard by neighbors. That was it, the great raid was over, just like that. Two Power Rangers, caught unawares, were now prisoners. They could not morph to defend themselves, tied up like this. Even if they could, it wouldn't be wise for their identity would be known.
Coming up to the kitchen table, where the two were hard at work before, Sean, with one swipe of the arm, cleared away all of the books and papers. Clattering on the floor marked where they fell. It seemed to rain paper. Pulling out a seat, Sean sat down,placed Kimberly's diary before him, broke the rather weak lock and began to read, completely oblivious to thosearound him, as if nothing had happened. Cradling his wound, Damon looked down at Tommy, now helpless.
"What will we do with them?" asked Marcus, his voice turning into a cruel hiss that made the two captives grow alarmed.
"Spare the girl, but do with the boy as you wish" Sean ordered, never taking his gaze off the diary, carefully reading the words Kimberly wrote in gel pen.
The two looked at each other, smiling evilly. "Take his legs" Marcus ordered. Snapping to, they dragged Tommy's frame away, immuned to the muffled cries coming from Kimberlyto spare him. After a few yards, they set him down on the cold tile floor. Still bound, gagged, completely helpless, and out of sight of Kimberly, Tommy looked about, trying to think of a way to get out of this perdictament. Before he could think of a way, a heavy blow fell across the back of his head, smacking his forehead against the floor. Dazed and bleeding, Tommy called out to stop, wrists trying to break the bounds. Another blow fell as his world came to darkness. From her vantage point, Kimberly could see blow after blow those boys were inflicting upon her lover and she squirmed and fought to get to him, moving like a snake across the ground, but she, like him, was powerless to render assistance. With her words muffled, she pleaded to stop, to free her, to leave them be. Tears came to her eyes, forming up in those soft eyes, then rolling down those perky cheeks all the way to the floor. So much had fallen that the floor was slippery with her own tears. Sitting close by, Sean ignored her pleas of mercy, instead flipped one page of her journal, making notes of his own on a small sliver of paper. Minutes turned into hours as the goons continued to go at it. Being in the kitchen, they used everything they had to pummel this man. Wood spoons, spatulas, and cutting boards were flying around, clattering against walls and the floor then eventually striking Tommy whom had since passed out from all the pain falling upon him.
When they were finished, the brought his broken body back into the room, placing it just a few feet from Kimberly whom looked upon and mumbled if he was alright. There was no answer on his part, his eyes were darkened, blood oozed from his lips and nose, cheeks puffy, clothes torn. It was horrible to witness. Looking up at Sean, Kimberly yelled out again and again, some words were not printable but Sean complied to listen. By removing the sock from her mouth, sheasked, "Why are you doing this? I have never hurt you before"
"Well, my little sweet. You have. You have ignored me despite the fact that I am perfect for you. Instead of throwing youself at my mercy, at my love, you instead turn your back on me and went for the bimbo that now lays before you, crippled. Tommy was his name, the man with muscles. Look at him, two puny men managed to disable him in just seconds. Shows that you have a very bad taste in men"
Kimberly glared at him, her eyes swimming in tears, "But don't worry, for I will forgive you once I finish reading your journal"
"What do we do with her?" Marcus asked, almost completely recovered.
"Take her to her room and do what you wish, but save the best parts for me" Her eyes filled up with fear as she was lifted and carted away past her helpless lover.