Disclaimer: I do not own the characters to the Power Rangers. They are owned by Saban Entertainment, I do, however, own Sean, Brian, Marcus, and Damon.
"You know what? Sitting here, confined to a chair for hours at a time, it's not so bad after being in school for so long. Nothing to do, just listening to a boring person ramble endlessly about events that have no significance to a teenager nowadays, figures whom were more bland than cereal, the only thing missing was Bulk and Skull sitting directly behind me throwing spit wads" Kimberly was thinking about past events to try and cheer herself up as the siege inside her house was prolonged with the arrival of another prisoner. Brian was his name, a shy boy reminded her of the Bird Man from Shaw Shank Redemption in the way he talked.
All three of them were placed in chairs, bound and blindfolded, but not gagged, yet. At this stage of captivity, nothing was certain. Marcus and Damon were a nervous wreck, thinking that every car that passed the house was the police, they up and scurried to cover. When things calmed down by Sean's persuasive words, they returned to begin interrogating their prisoners for any information. Unable to answer their questions, Tommy was merely slapped around some more just for kicks. Hearing their taunts and jives, Kimberly Shuddered to think of what his face would look now, and what's worse, there was nothing she could do to fight back.
Diary in hand, Sean asked Kimberly, "You know, if you would just submit to us, we'll let you go"
Submit? What do you mean? "If will just give yourself to us, we'll just vanish into the night and you'll never hear from us again."
Wait, you mean to give my body and my spirit to you three goons? To let you have your way with me for several minutes to pleasure your hormones? To let my body be ravaged? I don't think so.
Refusing to let it be so, Kimberly shook her head negatively. Angry over this, Sean smacked her upside the head with her own diary before leaving the room. Guess she struck a nerve. As the growing amount of crimes was building up, they did not want to add rape to it. If Kimberly consented to them, it would not be a crime.
All three had been placed in a line, bound and blinded but their gags removed. They were also denied food and water, as well as forced to endure more torture as their three captors rummaged through the house. Their plans were constantly changing. Sean could not make up his mind. First he wanted to have his way with Kimberly, then Brian came along, and now he had something else.
"What are they going to do with us?' she muttered to her two partners.
"Make us watch Barney and Friends" Brian replied.
"Really?"
"Definitely"
Her face turned wide eyed and white just thinking about it. That had to violate articles in the Geneva Convention. They wouldn't do that. Would they? It was pitch dark with this blind fold on, except for a low amount of light coming from underneath it. Those kitchen florescent lights were really bright, enough so that she could see the bottom half of her body and the floor under that and there was bright red blood smeared all over. Even though they in forced silence, when Brian talked, there was no one else around to stop him. Did they leave? No, there would have been some sound of departure. A door slam or perhaps a knife to the throat
Bet those goons were going through her room right now. Articles of clothing were now in their pockets, and the diary was broken and decoded. Cheeks were red with embarrassment over what has now been known to the common man. Intimate thoughts about Tommy and her friends, but luckily, their real secret was not printed in there, but the morpher was in the room and if they found it, well who knows.
"Hey, look at what I found!" Marcus exclaimed loudly. Hearing those words made Kimberly snap upright in her seat, body seize up in fear. Did they find it? Foot steps came from behind then passed them in a rush. "Look guys!" In his hands was a present. A digital video camera, almost brand new. "It has a tape, in it" he exclaimed after tinkering with the many buttons it held.
After a pause of tinkering, it came to life and began to play. With his two comrades clustered around trying to grab a view, they marveled as a film was projected on the view screen, it was Kimberly's last birthday. There was a lavish party with friends and family, and a large cake. A chorus could be heard chanting, "happy birthday, Kimberly" from across the room. She began to weep in her blind fold. Tommy was there. Hearing her sobs, he leaned his badly beaten body sideways just enough for their shoulders to touch. His warmth lasted only a second, but was enough to calm Kimberly before their captors separated them again.
Continuing to review the movie, Marcus paced around the room, camera in hand, staring at the screen. Mom, whom was operating it, was going all around the room where the faces kept changing. Everyone from Uncle Bob to Tommy was there, bearing gifts of different types and sizes. She caught Tommy just as he entered the front door with a large polka dot wrapped present in hand.
"Hi, Tommy" mom laughed.
"Hi, ya" Tommy responded before Kimberly suddenly jumped into frame. Having to choose between holding the present or Kim, Tommy dropped his gift and embraced his love tightly in his arms.
The movie continued to play on as Damon helped himself to the refrigerator. He wasn't a happy camper. Everything, to him, was going wrong. He felt a prisoner of his prisoners, unable to leave and unwilling to stay. Also, there was little inside the ice box to intice his palate, mainly vegetarian food, including tofu that made it stomach turn.
"Tofu?" he shouted before slamming the door, "Bean curds. I want to meet the s.o.b that made up this and shoot him in the head."
Sean was gone for the moment, and Damon soon departed into the hallway as well. Looking from the screen as the movie played on, Marcus realized he was all alone with his prisoners looking on in concern. His prisoners were not going anywhere, and he decided to join them to see what they were doing.
As he left, Kimberly called out, "Wait"
Marcus stopped and turned.
"Listen, you have us. You have what you want, now why don't you let Brian and Tommy go?"
For a moment, Marcus did not respond. Taking in her suggestion, he looked at the girl, her two friends, then down the hall to where Sean and Damon were. Sounded interesting. Two more boys out of the picture, leaving this babe vulnerable, hmm, but Sean wouldn't stand for it. They might raise the alarm.
"I can't" he said.
"Why not?"
"because Sean will be angry"
"Look, Tommy cannot do anything. And Brian won't either. I promise,"
Pausing for a moment, Marcus thought hard. Wasn't good enough.
"I can't. Sorry," he said, and walked off.
Bitter over this failure of diplomacy, "I have had it with this. I need to get to my room", she sneered
"Why?" Brian asked looking up at her.
"Don't worry about it. Just try and help me get free" she commanded. Tommy would be of more help in terms of strength, but he was a pulp now. His breath was becoming labored, as if he had a cold. Snot was oozing out from his nostrils, and blood dripped from his lips. He was not a pleasant sight to see. A far different cry from the handsome man he once was.
Starting off, Kimberly began to move her arms and hands to test the limit of her restraints. Boy they were tight. Those boys must know what they were doing. Knots placed just out of the reach of her long fingers and nails. Drat. Struggling for several moments, just when she thought she hand a knot within her grasp, her body couldn't take it anymore and quit. Tired, she tried again, only to end in failure.
Cursing under her breath, she turned from side to side that succeeded only in moving her chair a couple of inches. It was of no use in trying it this way. They needed tools. All of the knives were either stuffed away in the cutting board or in drawers that were out of reach in this condition.
"I can't get my arms free" she hissed to Brian whom figured it as such. The ropes were taunt. As she tried just one more time, there was a sharp, burning sensation emanating from her wrists. It was the ropes cutting into her soft flesh, drawing blood. Being blinded, she looked in the general direction of where Brian's voice began to speak up.
"Phone. Must reach the phone," he muttered. Now he was thinking of escape. Great, now he was trying to do something about all of this. But why the phone? Why not try and first find a way to break free of these restraints?
"why not help me first?" she asked him.
"Need to reach the phone, now" he blurted out.
"How are you going to do that?" she asked, "It's across the kitchen."
Pop pop pop pop
Ceasing her escape attempt, Kimberly looked up after hearing a secession of light impacts. They were loud and defiant and seemed to be moving away from her.
"Brian? What are you doing?" she asked, though she already knew that answer she just feared for his safety. If he was caught in this act, they might actually kill him.
There was no answer, just more and more knocks on tile then it became more of a sliding noise. Brian found that Tommy's blood made it slippery to move across. His feet were long enough to touch the floor and used that to scoot across the floor with less noise.
"Made it" he said. Then came another crash. The phone was knocked down from it's housing onto the counter, how he did it was a mystery but it didn't matter to anyone.
Beep Boop. Tone of a phone being dialed. Lifting up her head just enough to see underneath the blind fold, Kimberly could see the lower portion of Brian's body. Some how, he had managed to scoot undetected to his captors and use the telephone. Using his phone to dial, the boy dialed 911. Completed at last, he pressed his ear against the reciever to begin talking just as Marcus abruptly terminated the conversation.
"You son of a…." bellowing loudly.
"Brian!" she screamed out loudly.
It was too late. With one mighty swoop, Marcus brought down his club onto Brian's skull. A loud, echoing crack emanated as his bones cracked and his body crumbled onto it's self like a sack of potatoes.
"Who did he call?" Sean asked, picking up the phone and placing it to his ear.
"Sir? Sir, are you there?" came a man's voice.
"Damn" he cursed lowly before hanging it up.
"What is it?" Marcus's face was pale white.
For a moment, Sean did not answer, just sighed lightly then turned to his two remaining captives still in his possession.
"I knew it! I knew it! The plan has gone to s#$!" slamming his fists onto the counter, terrifying Kimberly whom knew what captors would do to their prisoners when they became scared over being captured.
Damon next entered the room, finding the crumbled body of Brian sitting there and Marcus was white as a ghost. "What's going on?" he asked, but no one answered him.
Livid, "The police are coming! Dammit don't you see what you have done! They are coming and when they arrive, they will kill us all! I can't go to prison and I don't want to die for the likes of you" Finished, Marcus turned and made a V-line towards the front door. Angered but not showing it, Sean reached for the large knife still sitting there on the counter, picked it up by it's handle and flung it….