A/N: Hey, guys! Hope everyone is staying safe. Our state has been put on hold (again!) until May 15th. I'm happy to say that I think I'll be able to finish this fic in that time. I really hope you all are enjoying it. :)

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Ranger Slayer

After I was able to recover from whatever the hell washed over me after seeing Trini, I continued my journey in trying to track down Drakkon. I headed south to the abandoned warehouses, checking each one for signs of him. There were none, the only living things I found were rats that scurried away when I teleported there. I was growing increasingly more worried about Drakkon and where he could be. Angel Grove was a bit on the bigger side when it came to cities and there were hundreds of places he could be. I couldn't keep teleporting around either. People would become suspicious of the repeat pink lights in the sky. Especially if they were Power Rangers and knew I wasn't the Kimberly of this world.

When I had cleared all of the warehouses, I opted to head towards the docks to those abandoned buildings. This area of town wasn't as dead as the other, workers and fishers hanging out on boats and other vessels in the port. I would need to be careful of not being seen and to make sure that Drakkon wasn't seen as well. I walked through town, staying with my head down and avoiding eye contact. It was growing easier, the sun setting and the people of Angel Grove going to their homes to avoid the dangers of the Green Ranger they had seen on the news.

I reached the docks a little before midnight, the moon shining down off of the water. I morphed here, knowing I could move quicker this way. I did a check of the perimeter, making note of what I was working with here. There were four five story building and two four story, a security shack in the center of them all. There was a light on in the shack, telling me someone was inside. I could hear voices carrying through the air and I spotted two workers on a dock at the far right part of the shoreline. They were laughing loudly as they loading items onto a boat, the sound traveling in the air. I hid in the shadows, watching them until they climbed into the small ship themselves.

I moved from building to building, searching each floor for Drakkon. There were a few homeless people in the first building that I kept my distance from. I knew Drakkon would not stay close to people. He would be looking for somewhere that he could be by himself and stay low. He would also want to stay close to town to have access to victims. If that was going to be his plan, he needed to be able to find them quickly. I did not doubt his abilities. I had seen Drakkon kill hundreds of people in just a matter of short time. I did doubt his ability to control his emotions though. His anger did tend to get the best of him and I knew that it could cause him to strike out with an unwise move. I was also unsure of how this world was affecting him. If it was causing him harm like it was for me, there was no telling what could happen.

As I cleared the third building, I stood on the roof of it. I gazed out into the night sky, trying to think of what my next move after this would be. If he wasn't in this district, I didn't know where to go from there. There was a chance he could be somewhere else that was inhabited but I didn't have the time to check everywhere in Angel Grove. I would need to search the town for him, hoping to stumble across him while he stalked one of his victims.

A loud noise behind me caused me to jump. Turning, I saw a large mass emerging from the ocean. The surface bubbled and splashed loudly as I recognized the Dragonzord rise up from the ocean. The green and silver chrome mec stood fully erect in the bay, the large structure taller than any building in the next twelve miles. The moon reflected off of its metal armor, casting a faint glow from it. A loud cry came from the Dragonzord as it moved forward, heading out of the water. Had Tommy Oliver called on his zord? Was there a battle occurring somewhere I hadn't seen?

As I looked around, I saw a figure standing in a loading dock on the building across from me. I could just make out the green of the armor and I knew at once I had found Drakkon. There was no doubting this was him just from the shape of his form. He was more muscular than Tommy Oliver and taller, his body more built from age and his time in training. The dagger was to his mouth, playing the familiar tune that commanded the zord. I moved to jump from the building and to head to Drakkon but was cut off the Dragonzord appearing between the two structures. I watched as Drakkon jumped up, landing on the head of the metal beast. He disappeared inside and the Dragonzord continued to walk forward, heading directly for town. Below, I could hear the yelling of the men who had been in the boat. They were scurrying around, trying to find somewhere safe to hide.

Jumping from the roof, I landed in the parking lot. I could hear the screams of people in the distance and the clash of metal against concrete. Drakkon was swinging the Dragonzord's arms widely, taking out anything in his way. The ground shook with each step it took, houses and cars under foot not standing a chance. I ran towards it, doing my best to stay unseen as people ran from their homes. Fear was on their faces as they looked up at the mechanical dragon that at one time had protected them from danger. Now, it was destroying their homes, their businesses, and more than likely killing people around them.

An explosion above made me look up and I saw the missiles shoot from the chest area of the zord. One roared out of its chamber, colliding with a skyscraper nearby. It seemed to erupt into flames on the spot, debris falling down from it like hazardous rain. I tucked in an alley, avoiding anything falling. Around me, others were not so lucky. I could hear them getting flattened to death by the concrete and other building materials as they fell from the sky. More explosions came, the missiles striking target after target.

"Someone help me! Please!" A woman's voice cried out to my right. Turning, I saw a woman about my age standing there. She was in a floral night gown with a bathrobe wrapped around her. Panic was on her face as she tried to desperately yank open a car door in front of her. The car had been damaged, a large piece of a building landing on the roof. It was caved in, the glass shattered out of the windows. Why the hell was she trying to get into a car that would do no help in this case? That's when I saw the tiny hands on the edge of the window. The face of a young boy, probably about four, was there. He looked scared and was trying to reach out for his mother. He wasn't able to fit out through the window and his mother couldn't get the door open. "PLEASE HELP ME!" The woman screamed out, her eyes looking around frantically.

"Son of a bitch." I muttered, sighing. I glanced towards the Dragonzord that was focused on bringing down an apartment building. I raced forward, avoiding debris as I ran.

"Oh thank god." She breathed when she saw me. "Please help me get my son out."

"Stand back." I said. She took four steps back as I pulled my bow from my back. I jammed the tip of it between the door and the edge of the door. Using everything I had in me, I pushed against it. There was a metal screeching noise and it opened slightly. An explosion happened nearby, causing us to jump. The little boy let out a scream and began to cry loudly.

"It's coming back!" The woman screamed. I turned up to the sky, seeing that the Dragonzord had turned and was indeed making its way back towards us. I swore, pushing again. The door gave more, still not enough for the boy to escape. The ground shook harder as the zord grew closer. My heart thundered in my chest as I saw that the car the boy was in was directly in the path of the zord's foot. I pulled the bow back and jammed it into the space repeatedly, creating a bigger area for me to jimmy the blade into. Once it was secured, I applied all of my weight to it. The door gave, sending me falling to the side. I pushed myself back up, seeing the Dragonzord looming over us. I pulled the door open as wide as I could, grabbing the little boy. Diving out of the way, we landed on the sidewalk as the car was flattened under the foot of the zord. I cradled the boy in my arms as I lifted my head, seeing a crack in the visor of my helmet.

"You saved him. Thank you so much." The mother said, bringing me back to reality. She took the boy from my arms, holding him tightly to her. She took off running down the alley I had been hiding in, disappearing from sight. I pulled myself back to my feet, grabbing my bow. Adrenaline was coursing through my body as I followed behind her. I stopped to turn back, watching the zord. I saw Drakkon jump from the head and land in the hand of it. Streaks of light filled the sky above us, signaling the arrival of the Power Rangers. Drakkon jumped again, disappearing before he even touched the ground.

"Where the fuck did you go now?" I whispered, stepping out of the alley. Above me, the lights sped up and slammed into the ground. The red, blue, and yellow rangers stood there when the light vanished, the three of them looking at a loss of what to do first. Trini turned, running towards a group of civilians who were injured. Billy followed after her, pulling something from his waist line. Jason went to follow but stopped, his attention turning in my direction. I could just see him in the heated air above a burning car.

"You!" He called out, pointing at me. He sprinted, heading right for me. Turning on my heel, I darted to the left. I ran as fast as I could, dodging passed dumpsters and piles of garbage bags. I gripped my bow tightly in my hand, pulling back with my other and sent out arrow after arrow. They whizzed through the air, nearly hitting the red ranger. He managed to move out of the way in time, ducking before the arrow could collide with his head. I heard a crackling of energy and a blast of red light appeared in front of me as he teleported. I skidded to a stop, loading another arrow. I pointed it directly at him and saw that he stood there, his power blaster aimed for my head. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Well, that's not very nice." I said, holding my stance.

"I'm not in the friendliest of moods right now." He snarled. "Who are you and why are you attacking the city?"

"Me? Please. You see what zord is out there. Maybe you should talk to the driver of that. I hear Tommy Oliver has the title these days." I saw him tense up and I knew that he had already been thinking that.

"Where is he?"

"He took off. It's a shame, isn't it? You think you know a person until something like this happens. Tell me, Jason. Do you think that Tommy did that silly evil laugh while he slaughtered those people? I could hear it now." I let out a little laugh. "It was probably the last thing they heard. The last thing they probably thought was where, oh where, are the Power Rangers to save the day? Where were you, Jason? You made a promise to protect these people but yet, they keep dying under your watchful eye."

"Shut up." He said through gritted teeth. "Tell me who you are."

"Don't think too hard about it, Jase. Wouldn't want you to hurt that pretty little head of yours. I know you don't have much more than muscle to work with in there to begin with." I mused, cocking my head to the side.

"Jason!" Trini's voice called out as her and Billy appeared next to their leader. They stopped when they saw me, shocked to see another Ranger there. Zack was with them now as well, the black Ranger morphed. The three of them glanced between Jason and me, trying to determine what was going on.

"Ah. Well would you look at that. The band is nearly all here." I called out, not moving the tip of my arrow. I didn't want Jason to get the idea he could have the upper hand.

"Who are you?" Zack called out to me. "Where did you come from?"

"You all are much more dense than I remembered."

"That's Kimberly." Trini said, though her tone was soft I could still hear her. Zack looked from me to her, shaking his head.

"No fucking way." Zack replied.

"She's correct. Not our Kimberly but still Kimberly." Billy stated, pressing something on the side of his helmet. "I can't get a read on her origins however."

"Billy, Billy, Billy. You always were my favorite." I said, sighing. "What a shame." I shifted suddenly, releasing the arrow. It pierced through the air, heading straight for the blue ranger. There was scuffling as the group moved out of the way. I took the opportunity to flip backwards, getting out of the aim of Jason. Once I was free, I teleported from the area.

I teleported back to the marina area, landing on the roof of the building I had seen Drakkon in before. I unmorphed, allowing myself to gulp fresh salt filled air. Smoke was still billowing in the air from the carnage, the red glow of fire burning bright enough for me to see. I could also still make out the outline for the Dragonzord, it now standing lifeless in the middle of the destruction it had been used for. Shaking my head, I walked over to the door that led to the stairwell and climbed down to the top floor.

Walking into the large empty space, I spotted an area in the far corner that had been made into a bedroom of sorts. I knew this was where Drakkon had been staying. The smell of him was in the air and a number of his favorite food items were tucked away in a bag near the bed. I sat on the edge of it, resting my forehead on my palm. My brain was doing 90 miles an hour trying to grasp what had happened tonight. I have fought in many battles with Drakkon. I had walked with him in many sieges during the beginning of his control. I've seen him bring down people with just one move of his hand. But I have never seen him just attack a city with so much little regard for life before. Especially that of children. The part of him that had been Tommy had left some mercy in his heart, allowing him to spare the innocent ones like children in our mission. This attack had probably at least injured thousands of people if not killed that many, including men, women, and children. It made my stomach turn.

"You're here." A voice said, pulling me from my thoughts. Looking up, I saw Drakkon approaching me. He was unmorphed, his slender form in the green under shirt and black sweat pants I had last seen him in. I noticed there was something in his hands as he came closer. When he stopped in front of me, I recognized it as a small radio. He set it atop a crate that was near the bed. "You're just in time to listen to the aftermath of my work."

"I saw it." I said, standing.

"Why are you here? I don't recall asking for your help." He said, stepping towards me. "Though, I will admit I am glad you are here." Leaning in, he pressed his lips to mine in a surprisingly sweet gesture. This was unlike him. He was not one for acts like this. It was too human like for him to show such affection without having a reasoning behind it.

"I was worried when we hadn't heard from you." I replied. It was odd for him to speak like this. I saw a spark in his eyes that reminded me of a younger Drakkon I had been with years ago. "I came to assist you to ensure a quicker return."

"What's the rush?" He asked, flipping on the radio. He turned the dial for a moment, static mixing with blasts of talking. He stopped when he heard clearer talking. "This world has more resources for us to take. More power for use to steal. More for us to control."

"This isn't our world." I said. "We have ours. You already control it."

"But we could have both." He reached out and took my hands in his. "Kimberly, we could take over this place and reign over both sides of the Morphing Grid. The universe would have to answer to us. There would be no denying my leadership with the power of the entire grid in my control."

"You attacked people who had nothing to do with it though." I stated, gazing up into his eyes. "Women and children."

"Sometimes, sacrifices need to be made for the greater good."

"Sacrifices? You almost crushed a five year old to death with the Dragonzord!" His gaze hardened as he released my hands.

"Did you intervene?" He questioned. I paused, turning away from him. I knew he was going to punish me. I could sense it the moment his air changed around him. "Answer me."

"Yes." I replied. "I did."

"You defied me. Again." He said as I slowly turned to face him. I saw the green flash in his eyes as he stepped closer, his figure towering over me.

"In our world, you never blindly attacked children. They have nothing to do with this. Your mission should involve targeting the Power Rangers. If you wish to take over this world, there are better tactics you can use to weaken them." I felt the dull throb of the pain coming back into the back of my skull.

"You dare question me and my moves? You wouldn't even be alive if it wasn't for me. I wouldn't have slaughtered you like the rest of your Ranger friends. I have given you everything you could possibly ask for and you believe you have grounds to tell me how to take on my enemies?" He moved quickly, grabbing me by the throat. I didn't have the time to react until it was too late. He applied pressure to his palm, cutting off the air in my windpipe. I brought my hands up, clawing at his. He lifted me off the ground, slamming me into the wall behind me.

"Please." I gasped, trying to get air into my lungs. I kicked my legs, trying to get him away from me.

"Perhaps I should show you exactly why I'm the one in charge here." He whispered into my ear. He released slightly, allowing the smallest amount of air in. I gulped it up, unsure how long I had. He grabbed the front of shirt with his other hand, ripping it off of me in one quick motion. He did the same with my pants, leaving me naked and exposed to the chilly air of the warehouse. His eyes locked with mine, them flashing green again. As they did, rope appeared on my wrists and ankles. It snaked around them, binding them together. The rope brought my hands behind my back, leaving me unable to try to pry his hand off my throat. I did my best to kick against the restraints on my feet but they were too strong. I had never seen him do this before. His powers typically consisted of putting up barriers or things of that nature. He had never made items materialize like this out of thin air. Is powers must be growing being so close to other Power Coins.

Releasing my throat, he scooped me up into his arms and walked me over to the bed. He tossed me down like a sack of potatoes, not caring to be gentle. I winced in pain as I struggled against the ropes. They tied my hands behind my back at the wrist and elbow, ensuring I couldn't move my arms at all. I did manage to roll on my stomach, bending my knees. The ties around my ankles slipped, freeing my feet. If I could get to the edge of the bed, I could somehow run out of here.

He appeared on the side of the bed, grabbing a handful of my hair. I let out a loud cry as he yanked, forcing me to kneel on my knees in the center of the bed. He had pulled his own hair back into a ponytail, keeping it from his eyes. I tried to pull away but it seemed to only snare my hair more into his hand. Tears brimmed my eyes from the pain and I blinked it away.

"Some dogs need to be beat repeated before they understand who their master is." He said, pulling so I was arching my back. "It seems that you've become one of them."

"I'm sorry." I said, shaking my head. "I will follow you."

"I know you will." He replied. Reaching his hand around, he clasped me left breast in it. He took the nipple between his pointer finger and thumb firmly. He pulled forward, a sharp pain coming from it. I yelped, bending to follow it. He didn't stop, pulling harder. My cry turned into a scream, the pain filling me. It felt like it was going to tear off at any moment. He let go, letting out a soft chuckle in my air as he moved to the other breast. He repeated the action, causing me to scream again. This was different than our times together before. Sure, there would be pain. It was what got him off. But there would also be pleasure that followed. There was no pleasure in that. Just pain.

Drakkon released my hair, shoving me down on the bed face first. Using his foot, re rolled me over so that I was on my back. Looking up at him, I saw he now had the Dragon dagger in his hand. My eyes widened and I tried to scoot away from him, digging my feet into the mattress. It was no use. I couldn't get proper footing on the thin blanket that was on top of it. He climbed onto the bed, pinning my pelvis under him as he straddled me.

"Perhaps I've been approaching this the wrong way." He said, bringing the dagger down so that the point was between my breasts. The cool steel of the blade caused goosebumps on my skin. My heart was beating hard in my chest and fear was creeping into the back of my head. "Perhaps you need a mark to remind you just who you belong to."

"Please, no." I said in a whisper. "I'm loyal to you. Please don't do this."

"You keep saying but your actions don't show this." He said. He leaned in close, his face hovering over mine.

"I love you." Tears filled my eyes as I looked up at him. "I would do anything for you, Lord Drakkon."

"I know you would." He said softly, pressing his lips to mine. Relief filled my chest as he did. As he pulled away, he smiled down at me as he stood. Green flashed in his eyes again and suddenly, I was whipped over on to my stomach. The ropes binding my arms moved, tying at my wrists. I watched as they pulled my arms over my head and secured them to metal support beams above the bed. They were so tight, I couldn't even move them. Ropes tied around my ankles as well, pulling me spread eagle. I was strung up, unable to move at all and hung about a foot above the bed. "But, I need to make sure you remember this."

"No!" I said. A sharp pain dug into the skin of my back and I let out a loud scream. It continued as it continued. I could feel the sharp blade of the dagger move, carving something into me. Warm blood trickled down my ribs and tears streamed out of my eyes as I let out loud screams with each movement of the blade. I closed my eyes, trying to mentally find a place where I wouldn't be able to feel this. He reached out and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"From now on, you'll forever be branded as mine, Kimberly. You'll never be able to forget who made you what you are today." His entire body was glowing green, telling me he was powering the blade with magic. "I'll always have your back."

"Please stop." I sobbed out, wishing it would just end. That he would finally just kill me.

"I'm just about done." He said, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. I dropped my head when he pulled away, squeezing my eyes shut. A few minutes later, the blade stopped and the sharp pain went with it. It left a dull pain in its place, the air causing it to sting. The ropes holding me gave slack and set me on the bed before disappearing. Reaching down, he brushed hair out of my eyes. "Clean yourself up. We have Power Coins to collect."