Disclaimer: I do not own the characters to the Power Rangers, they are owned by Saban Entertainment. I do however, own the characters Sean, Marcus, and Daniel.

Kimberly lay there as the ambulance roared along towards the hospital. Her memory from then on became a blur as she fought to stay awake. Being free from the confines of her prison accelerated her blood then it waned. Tommy was well ahead of her by now, hope he was alright. As Kimberly fought against exhaustion, the police were fighting to keep their prisoner quiet.

"I said, "Shut up!"" Officer Swanson shouted to the back of his cruiser where the darkened image of his prisoner was on a tirade, shouting loud remarks at anyone in particular.

"No, you didn't read me my rights!"

"Alright then. You have the right to remain silent, now shut the hell up!" Swanson spat.

It might of went against his code of conduct, but everyone wanted to have silence as they went about in organizing the crime scene. It was a mess. Two bodies to clean and one suspect that had escaped. A net had been cast to nab him.

"Get this piece of garbage out of here. Take him to the station and give him the works," the sergeant ordered, referring to their prisoner.

Both officers were happy to do so. Anyone whom would do such an act deserved death and California had legalized such a penalty. As Swanson and his partner rolled off down a congested street, their prisoner, whom was a motor mouth at first, sat fully erect in his seat, not another word coming from his lips. Guess those words from Swanson were enough to persuade him. No one said a word throughout the entire trip, just the chatter coming from the radio as the search widened to catch that last person. There were sightings all over the place. Either he was really quick or people were just paranoid.

Arriving to a hornets nest of activity, the two officers took their prisoner into the interrogation room in the back of the precinct. A pad of paper was produced, now the fun part begins for an officer. Now begins the booking process, finger prints, photos, identification, the works.

While all of this was taking place, the two ambulances arrived at the hospital. Tommy came first and he was the most serious. Emergency technicians were waiting for them and they pounced upon the boy and rolled him away in a flash.

When Kimberly arrived, she was able to walk out onto the loading dock under her own power. Slightly dazed and fatigued, she looked about into the darkness and the bright lights of the city around her.

"Where's Tommy?" she asked the medic as they helped her towards the sliding doors.

"He's fine. Just come with us here and we'll get you patched up."

"Can I see him?" she asked.

"After we get you cleaned up."

"Is he alright?"

"Yes, he's just fine," the two technicians shared a look at one another as they brought Kimberly into the emergency room. As a shroud was cast over her by the nurses, Swanson sat uncomfortably in the interrogation room. Everything had been done, now they had the identity of their suspect here. After reading him his rights, which he waived the right to representation, the man wanted to confess.

"Mr. Daniels, where is your buddy?" Swanson asked, trying to hold back all of his anger.

"He must have went back to his house." Daniel replied in a rather passive manner, head cocked to one side, staring at the floor.

"Where is that at?"

"732.…." mumbling.

"Where!"

"Give me a piece of paper and I'll write it down for you." he asked.

Ripping off a piece from his pad, Swanson slid it over followed by a pen. With hand cuffs on, Daniels took it up and wrote down not only the address but the name of the ring leader, Sean.

Finished, he slid it back to Swanson. Reading it, he rose up from his seat and headed outside to dispatch to notify them of this new information. That left only Daniels and Swanson's partner alone in the room. The young boy remained seated, twisting side to side in his seat, staring at the floor still.

"Why did you do it?" the officer asked.

"It wasn't suppose to happen this way," Daniels replied.

"What?"

"All we wanted were her panties, that's it."

"Sure thing," he yawned.

"It's true, damn you. You can do whatever you want to me, but I did not kill those two. Sean did. Send me to jail if you wish but I want that bastard to fry for what he did to me and my brother."

At the crime scene, there was little left. CSI and two cruisers, one belonging to Officer Joseph.

"Sergeant Harris!" Officer Joseph called out. Joseph was a young rookie, clean cut, short red hair and blue eyes, he was jittery yet head strong. Calling out for the shift sergeant whom was not too far away, he had written down every thing that dispatch has just said. Reading it, Harris nearly jumped out of his boots. The address was being broadcasted over the net, now every unit was converging on that location.

Getting on his radio, Harris ordered, "All units respond to this address," Cordon off the area and wait for my arrival."

Finished, he prepared to leave. Joseph did so as well, he wanted to get ito some action.

"no!" Harris yelled, "You stay here and watch the crime scene," then promptly drove off, leaving Office Joseph to bite his lip about his disgust. Everyone else got to have fun and he was left to watch CSI take pictures. Now, Harris wasn't trying to be bully to the rookie, he needed to have someone watch over the scene and make sure none of the onlookers tried to sneak in and contaminate evidence, a job a rookie could do, plus, this event would be too much for a green to handle. It was for his own good.

The trip to Sean's house wasn't far at the speed he was going, a slight dip in the road and he was airborne for a second that stretched for a full hour. Distant flashes of red and blue marked where the house was and when the unit came to a halt just shy of another placed perpendicular on the road, Harris unlocked his shot gun and stepped out, ready for a fight. Everything had been done to his liking as to the containment of the sight. The area, all around, was sealed up by six marked units. There was no corporal here, just Officer Olsen whom ranked senior. When the sergeant arrived, he filled him with all available information.

"There's only person inside whom claims to have a gun and will shoot anyone that tried to enter."

"Typical" Harris rolled his eyes as he stepped out from his unit towards the barricade, "did you get anything else?"

"No. We tried to persuade him to come out peacefully and there was nothing in response."

As the officers moved and surrounded the house, Sean was not in a state of panic. Instead, he was sitting in his room, mattress propped up against his window as a shield. He say with his back against the wall, flash light in hand, diary in the other. Occasionally, he would place the small light in his mouth and jot down snippets and excerpts from the book onto a pad of paper, a green binder, for later use. A distant rattle catches his attention, he looks up nto the inky blackness that was his house. Were they coming? Setting his book aside, he extinguished the light, picked up a metal bat at his side and ventured out through his house for a reconnaissance.

Adjusted to the darkness, his eyes gazed around at every indow and door there was in his house. Windows were boarded up, slates big enough for him to look through. The front and back doors were barricaded with pieces of furniture. He had turned his house into a venerable fortress. What he lacked were weapons. There was no hand gun, but there were clubs.

Returning back to his room, satisfied that his domain was safe, Sean settled down to inscribe more of Kimberly's diary into his own log. The pages were full of secrets, mainly about Tommy, her fantasies about him.

It was yesterday's entry, "Dear Diary, today Tommy and I are to do a paper together. I'm so excited because it's our last test with Mrs. Appleby and we get to do it together! If only mom will leave us alone so that way we could really work. Hehe"

Fanciful writing in pink gel made it a little difficult to read with the minimal amount of light available, but he prevailed.

"God this girl can write," he smiled as he turned over to blank pages. There were few left. At the very end, there was a nice little drawing of a pink unicorn that made him cringe.

"How can anyone be amused by such pathetic creatures?" he asked.

Fifty minutes, not counting the time he had spent going through it at Kimberly's house, and he had gone through the entire diary, taking into account several incidents, such as her first date and kiss with Tommy, all of which made him red with anger. She was his. Who was this man to enter and take her away? No. No one. No one will take her away. I will fight till the bitter end to keep her mine.

However, she remained elusive about mentioning her real duty.

"Everything's been exhausted. He's in there, that's for sure. We tried to negotiate and failed and now we will have to go in. SWAT will handle it from here." the sergeant told Swanson whom remained apprehensive.

The dye was cast. Six black clad figures moved through towards the back wall. Stacked up against the wall in a single line, they paused for a moment. The person up front motioned and a muscular man, covered head to toe in tactical gear, stepped up with a door knocker. One good swing from his biceps and that old flimsy door gave way. It went open and they stepped in. The room they entered was the kitchen, everything was covered in a cloud of misty gray, tear gas. Every room was full of the noxious, stinging gas that will flush out your sinuses and stomach all at once. For Sean, there was no place to hide. His sense of seeking sanctuary compelled him to lurk back to his bed room while the SWAT members continued to clear out his house.

From there, he could hear their heavy boots trample the thin ragged brown carpet from the living room, then the hallway. They were coming closer and closer. This was it. They were here. The black monsters of the devil, they had come to take him away. Take him away from Kimberly, the girl that he loved. No, it won't happen. No, they will not take him away. He will fight to the bitter end. These monsters can't take him. If he died, he will die swinging like a brave knight, that way he will always be remembered as a hero, one that will stand up for his belief and Kimberly will always know him. She will visiti his grave dressed in black and leave a single red rose at his tombstone. Never will marry, and never fall in love again. That was what he thought as those black monsters reached his door at last.

One good shove and that too gave way. Everything in this house was cheap, from the doors to the locks that were keeping them closed. When they entered, SWAT found a wreck. The mattress was still propped up against the window, and there appeared to be an attempt to have it moved and the window opened to let out the gas. Clothes were stacked into two piles and placed on opposite corners of the room, one by the door, the other near the mattress. The desk was dismantled, it's pieces were stacked up against the wall, probably to be used later to barricade the windows further. In standard form, officers entered and searched the room. That brave knight was no where to be seen. Where was Sean?

A shadow emerged from the darkness, an object, long, metallic, and shiny.

"Drop it!" an officer yelled, MP-5 aimed squarely at his chest, the distance no more than five feet.

"Screw you!" he yelled with fury and leapt at the officer, raising his weapon above his head.

BLAM!