A/N: Hey everyone! I know it's been forever but look what we have here! A NEW STORY! I've been working on this along with a couple things. I've started a new book that isn't PR related that's been eating up a good chunk of my time. I promise to update as quickly as possible.

Alright. So this is my take on the Shattered Grid. The story is going to be told in four different POVs; Tommy, Kimberly, Lord Drakkon, and the Ranger Slayer. If it gets confusing at any point, PLEASE let me know. I am excited about this one so I hope you all enjoy it. Again, this is my take on the idea of the Lord Drakkon story line which means it will be different from what is in the comic books. My inspiration mostly came from the little short JDF did to promote the books.

Thanks for reading and remember to R/R! :)

Altered/Reality

"Isn't the smallest chance of winning enough of a reason to keep on fighting?"

What a stupid thought.

Moonlight shimmered through the large doorway that led to the balcony, the sound of an owl hooting in the distance echoing off the stone walls of the castle. The tall structure stood on its own, nothing surrounding it for a mile on either side. On the grounds, figures dressed in different colored armored suits walked along beaten paths that secured the area. They carried large military grade weapons, heat seeking ammo in the chambers. The padded sound of their footsteps carried into the night, an occasional shot ringing out when something moves in the darkness. From the balcony, the ruins laid in the moonlight. There were dim lights in the remaining structures, proof of the minimal amounts of life out there. Probably the remaining people who stayed behind, hoping for the rebellion to save the lives they once knew. If only they had known the outcome of what laid ahead of them. The power of what I had in store for them.

"Sir, is there anything I can get you?" The squeaky voice of Baboo asked as he cowered next to the throne. Lazily, I drifted my eyes to look at the shell of a henchman that knelt there. Long ago, he had been one of the repulsive creatures working for Empresses Rita Repulsa, helping her attempt to take over worlds and universes. Now, he was just my servant boy, the rest of his days destined to do my bidding.

"Find me something to kill." I muttered, rolling my eyes as I let out a bored sighed. He nodded, his eyes filled with worry as the black furred creature scurried away. He had at least been one of the more intelligent of her goons. His counterpart, Squatt, had nothing to offer to my services. He was just as stupid as he was fat, his blue skin more of an irritant than anything else I've ever seen. I had made sure to kill him quickly though. I might be ruthless but every great ruler has a sliver of mercy in them somewhere.

There was a feeling of restlessness inside of me, one I couldn't shake. I shifted in my seat, the cracked stone throne underneath me. This slab of stone was something I had earned through the blood, sweat, and tears of men I had slaughtered to get here. It was nestled in the middle of the room, stone walls and pillars surrounded the dimly lit structure. Orbs of green lights hovered in the air between each pillar, their glow illuminating the harsh shadows that casted on the walls. My interior design skills might not be the greatest but it was charming to me, showing all who enter that there was no need for hope. My castle was one of my most treasured possessions. Once I claimed Earth as my own, I made sure to secure this as my home. It took thousands of men and a great deal of power to relocate it here to Earth from the moon. I levelled an entire section of the small town known as Angel Grove to set it there, giving me the perfect location to look out over my new kingdom.

But even with Earth at my disposal along with a number of other worlds in our universe, I felt the urge for more. More carnage. More destruction. Ruling over this orb was nothing compared to the thrill of conquering it. I had thought that taking over Earth would give me everything I had ever wished for but I found myself missing my days in battle, my dragger piercing through the skin of those who dared to oppose me on the battlefield. The feeling of the flesh tearing and the warm blood splattering as they fell. Many had perished in vain, their efforts futile as the Earth became mine. There was no stopping me or my forces once we came to Earth. Even with those pitiful excuse of soldier known as the Power Rangers.

The Power Rangers. What a waste of potential. I had allowed them a chance to join me, using the powers that Zordon of Eltar had granted them, to take what was owed to us. I offered them the world at their feet and instead, they choose to defend the planet they couldn't let go of. Choosing teenagers to defend their planet was their downfall, their emotions playing into my hands like putty. It had been a fierce battle towards the end but like most heroes, their fall from grace was the longest. Running my sword through the pit of their leader was one of the most gratifying feelings I've ever felt. Watching the life drain from his very being told me that I had been the victor, no one left to stand in my way.

"Are we bored?" A voice called from the shadows of the throne room. I scanned the room, looking for the source. I already knew who was speaking so it was no surprise when I saw the slender form come slinking out of the darkness. A smirk crossed the corners of my lips as I watched with intrigue, the petite curvy figure coming to stop a couple feet away from my throne. The brunette woman smiled up at me, the glimmer in her doe brown eyes setting a fire in my chest that never seems to cool no matter the circumstance. The black mini skirt she wore stopped at the right length between her knees and thighs to leave enough for the imagination to wonder. Her torso was in a dark pink tank top that wrapped around her chest in a way that made her figure look perfect. Her hair was down, curls cascading down her back. Black stilettos housed her feet, giving her a couple more inches of height than what Kimberly Hart typically has.

"Perhaps I'm just seeking for the right person to entertain me." I mused, leaning back in my seat.

"Lord Drakkon, all you need to do is ask." She purred, stepping closer. She stopped at the steps leading up to the throne, dropping to her knees slowly. She crawled forward, her hands sliding up my legs. The cotton black slacks I wore allowed me to feel every touch of her fingertips. She pressed her body against the front of my legs as she allowed her hands to travel up my thighs.

This was a very different version of Kimberly than the one I had taken as my prisoner at the beginning of the war. It felt like almost a lifetime ago, seeking her out in the middle of the night and taking her. She had screamed, kicked, tried to fight back. I knew it was only half-heartedly though. As much as she loved those friends of hers, the love she held for me was much stronger. Her wanting to follow the oath she had taken when she joined the Power Rangers was nothing compared to her wanting to be with me. The spell I had forged to make her mine had worked but it didn't require the amount power I had feared. She fought in the beginning but after sometime, the good portions of her soul faded and filled with one desire; me. She shed the innocent skin of her youth, leaving behind the woman that was kneeling before me now, pulling down the zipper of my pants. Kimberly Hart was no more. She had earned a new name along with her new skills. No, she was known as the Ranger Slayer. It was name selected after she had taken down not one, not two, but three of her former teammates. She had slayed them without giving it a second thought, securing her rightful spot next to me in our new kingdom.

"My chambers. Now." I said, placing a finger under her chin to stop her from pulling me out of my pants fully. She listened, pulling back and allowing me to stand. I felt my body strain against my clothes and I held a hand out to assist her to her feet. heels clicked on the stone floor as she walked, leading me by the hand towards another doorway. More green orbs lined the hall here, illuminating her features. Hot desire was on her face each time she looked back at me over her shoulder and I felt it burn in me. Her beauty has always been my weakness. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was the person I needed to be with. Even as the weak Tommy Oliver, I pined for a way to make her mine. It wasn't until I became the man I was now that I found a way to make it happen. Apart from my kingdom, she was the most important thing in my life.

Yet, like the rest of my life, I saw myself feeling tired of her as well. Her unwavering devotion and loyalty to me was something I sought but it didn't feel the same. I often found myself missing the version of her I had taken, the young and defiant Kimberly. Fifteen years had passed since that day and she had aged well but still, had aged. There was no fight in her anymore either, her just doing my every command. Where I had loved that before, it left me feeling bored and stale. I needed something to fight for or against. Everything around me just was a given now. As great as it was, I missed the passion of a fight and the passion in Kim to fight for what's right.

Pulling me into my chambers, she closed the door behind us. This was the only room in the entire palace that didn't have the green orbs. Instead, there were white ones perched on holders on the walls. A four poster bed was on the left side of the room, green silk sheets on the feather bed. My arsenal of weapons was on the right wall, the Dragon Dagger and Saba, the tiger sword, were perched on hooks here. Underneath, the sword belonging to the red Power Ranger was also mounted. This was more of a trophy than an actual weapon for battle. It was to show off my victory over the leader of the Power Rangers, his death coming slowly and painfully at my hands.

Kimberly walked over to a dresser that stood in the corner and opened the top drawer, pulling something from inside. She turned back to me, revealing a pair of silver cladded restraints. Handing them out to me, I took them in my hands. She removed her clothing, revealing her naked body to me before putting her wrists together behind her back. I clasped the cuffs on her wrists, running my hand over the skin on her round ass. She leaned into it, her breath hitching as I massaged the flesh. Bringing my hand back, I slapped her quickly. She gasped, jutting forward slightly as I repeated the action. I did so until a red area formed on her skin, the outline of my fingers appearing in the blush. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against me, the shape of her body fitting well with mine. I put a hand on her back and pushed, bending her over. I grinded my hips against her, making sure she felt what she was doing to me against her. She arched her back, allowing me to grab a fist full of her hair. I pulled her head back so it was closer to me and I leaned my face in close to her ear.

"Who do you belong to?" I whispered.

"You." She replied, not taking a second to even think about it.

"Who owns your body?"

"You." She breathed. I wrapped an arm around her, setting my hand on her throat. She was pressed firmly against me now, nothing between us except my clothes.

"Then show me what's mine." I sunk my teeth into the skin of her neck, allowing my tongue to lap at the area above her pulse. I released her, stepping back. She turned on her heel, dropping to her knees again. I unbuttoned my pants and allowed them to fall, revealing my stiff member. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and took me into it. The warm, wet feeling of her mouth made me hiss. She took as much as she could in her mouth, the back of her throat vibrating the tip of my cock as she sucked. I grabbed the back of her head, threading my fingers into her hair. She moved back and forth, licking and tasting every inch of me as she did. Her eyes looked up at me as she did and I felt myself stiffen as much as possible. "You look so beautiful around my cock."

"Anything to make you happy." She said, letting me fall from her mouth. I pulled her to her feet, pulling my long sleeved shirt off. I picked her up off the ground, her legs instinctively wrapped around my hips. Walking over to the wall, I slid inside of her. Like a sword in a sheath, it fit perfectly. She hissed in my ear as I used the wall for leverage to drive myself into her, over and over again. The tightness of her sucked me into her, pleasure radiating from the sensation. She moaned, her back arching.

"Oh god." She panted and I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building for her. Her breasts bounced against me each time I thrusted into her. She was moaning because of me. She was feeling this much pleasure because of me. I had the power to do this. Not only was I the most powerful man in the universe, I had the utmost control over the most beautiful woman in the world as well. Men wanted her and women wished to be her. I had been her first and will be her only. I had claimed her as mine own which she will stay until her last breath. I would make sure of that.

"Don't come until I give you permission." I whispered in her ear. She let out a whimper, telling me she was hoping I would let her go.

"Please." She said. "Please can I come?"

"Beg." I said. "I want to hear you beg."

"Please. Please. Please." She panted with each movement. A smile crossed my face as I felt her growing ever closer. "Please let me. Let me come for you."

"Do it." I said, looking at her. I moved faster and harder and she let out a loud cry.

"Tommy!" She called out. I froze, instant rage filling inside of me at the sound of that name. I reached up and grabbed her by the throat with both of my hands. She looked at me, surprised.

"Don't fucking call me that." I seethed, glaring at her. "Do you understand?" She nodded frantically, gasping for breath. I blocked her airway off just enough to make it hard for her to breathe. "That fool is dead. Lord Drakkon is king now. This is mine. All of this. And you are mine. Everything you say or do is because I allow you to. If I tell you to stop breathing, you stop breathing. I tell you what to do, when to do it, and when to stop. If you ever call me that name again, I will make sure the rest of your life is as miserable as those pathetic little friends of yours were." I leaned in closer to her. "You're only alive because you're useful to me."

"I'm sorry." She breathed out.

"You will be." I whispered, moving my hips again. I bucked as hard as I could, sinking as deep as I possibly could be. She let out a shallow cry, screwing her eyes shut. I gripped her throat tightly, her air cut off entirely. I kept moving until I felt my own orgasm coming. It slammed into me, a hiss coming through my clenched teeth. I released her throat and she gasped, taking in as much air as possible. I slammed my hands on either side of her head and leaned in close, panting. I felt my eyes flash green as rage and power surged through my body. "You. Are. Mine."