Chapter 1
Restless Feelings
The Rescue Rangers were always ready to lend a hand either by solving a missing case or defeating your average crook. That being said, there comes a time when one is at a lost or perplexed by a simple yet troublesome dilemma.
For Dale, that dilemma seems to be love. It came as a shocker to him. Being the laughing stock of his team and such. He was always feeling like he was only on the team to be the comedic relief for everyone else. He knew it wasn't true but somewhere deep down he felt otherwise.
His feelings however came at a peculiar time in his life. It was when he and the team went to save Tammy and her baby sister from the clutches of Fat Cat, (FC for short).
He and Chip were in disguise as two female singers. Dale knew it was just for the mission but in his mind something clicked. Being dolled up and feeling pretty had done the unthinkable. When he was rubbing up against FC, Dale actually liked the way the feline was eyeing him.
When they were in the dance floor, FC holding his waist...staring deep into his eyes, Dale felt lost. His mind told him it was wrong, but his body moved without his consent. He had leaned closer to FC and planted a kiss onto his cheek. Dale would never admit it out loud but that kiss was his first. Unfortunately someone saw this happen but decided to stay silent.
After the kiss though, the mission was almost successful, but FC saw through his and Chips disguises and it looked like it was the end for the team, but out of nowhere FC did something no one could believe. He let the rangers go. They didn't want to believe it but why look a gift horse in the mouth right? As the team hurried on out the casino, Dale turned around and what he saw shattered his heart.
There FC was standing making eye contact with the ranger. Pleading for him not to go. Dale could see it in his eyes. He had to make a choice, to stay with the one who made him feel not only whole, but who in that one afternoon made him feel loved. With tears running down from his eyes he turned back towards his team. He knew what he did would shatter FC, but he was sure the cat would understand. His thoughts were quickly halted at the sound of his door being kicked in.
He saw his leader and the look in his face told dale that he was in trouble.
"Hey, Chip, what's the big idea kicking in my door?"
"Shut up!"
Dale knew that tone. Something must have happened on today's mission that made Chip madder than usual.
"C-Chip...I know your upset but can you at least-"
He was cut off by a hand connecting with his face. Dale looked back at his leader in shock and worry. He knew he didn't have the strength to stand up to Chip, let alone rebuke back at him, so he did the only thing he could, take it. He quietly and silently cried as Chip went to work taking his frustrations out on him. It wasn't the pain that really hurt him, it was more or less the fact that his partner, his friend, his brother thought of him as nothing more than a punching bag.
There's been many times Dale has tried to speak up, tried to fight back, protect himself, but each time the beatings got worse and lasting longer. For a few minutes the leader had stopped the beatings and for a second Dale thought it was finally over, but then he heard a familiar sound that had him turn his head in horror. There in Chips hand was a brown leather belt.
Dale fearfully one what was next and tried to run. Sadly the damage from earlier came back in force and mad him slip on the floor. Chip slowly walked towards him with a Grimm frown.
"See Dale...this is why no one cares for you, this is why no one believes that you can do better, and this is why no one will ever love you!"
With each word the belt cracked against his already bruised back. After a while the sounds stopped. Although his mind was telling him it was over, his body was still refusing to move an inch. It wasn't until he heard his door slam shut that the tears finally came in full force.
He didn't want to believe what Chip had said, but how much longer could he take this torment, how much long will his body and will power last before he completely crumbles?
Fat Cat was standing beer his window in one of his many hotels he owned. His mind was riddled with thoughts of his next heist, but as much as he tried to fight against it, that fiery hair, red eyes and that beautiful smile kept creeping back up through his thoughts as well.
He sighed knowing full well what the problem was. There was finally someone out there who actually managed to catch his attention. It still came as a shock that it was none other than a Rescue Ranger. Had it been anyone else he would have clawed his own face off, but it was something about that red head that set his heart on a pumping spree, that set his body ablaze with the need to be as close to her as possible.
He knew as much as he wanted it to come true, it could never be. They were mortal enemies. The hunter and his prey. Still as his gaze harderned at the night sky, he prayed that one day, if the fates would allow them to meet again, he would no doubt come clean about his feelings.
