That night, I was haunted by terrible nightmares. Most involved old battles between the Power Rangers and some of the worst monsters we faced. In each one, we were killed one by one in gruesome ways that left me in tears each time I woke up. The final dream was during the time I lost my power coin. I was helpless as I watched my team mates being ripped apart by Goldar and Lord Zedd, leaving Tommy for last. Zedd just stood there laughing as Goldar ran Tommy through with his sword. That caused me to wake with a start, stirring Tommy who was still holding me. Tears streamed down my face and I felt my whole body shiver in panic. "Hey. Hey. You okay?" Tommy asked softly, rolling me over so I was facing him. I nodded, wiping my face free of tears.
"Yeah. Just a nightmare. That's all." I answered, trying my best to shove the image of Tommy dying from my mind. Sunlight was starting to fill Tommy's bedroom as the sun rose over the trees surrounding his house. Rolling over, he glanced out the window and sighed.
"I suppose we should get ready to head to the chasm. The sooner we get the gems, the sooner we can stop Rosita before she attacks." He turned back to face me, cupping my cheek in his hand. "You sure you okay?"
"I'm fine, Tommy. It was just a bad dream. Really." He gave me a hesitant look before nodding.
"Alright. Should we talk about last night before we go?" I shook my head as I tossed the covers off of me. Scooting out of the bed, I scooped up my underwear and pulled them back on.
"We can talk after everything is all over. Right now, I just want to focus on getting those dino gems and getting back to Angel Grove." He frowned for a second before I gave him a little wink. "Though, I'm not opposed to any fun that were to happen during our time together for the mission." Walking over to my suitcase, I fished around for something to wear as he climbed out of the bed. I pulled out a light pink t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, wiggling into them as Tommy looked through his dresser drawers.
"Having to pick between four different colors gets difficult sometimes." He muttered, tossing out t-shirts over to the bed. A dark green one landed at my feet. Bending over, I picked it up and stepped over to him.
"Here." I handed him the shirt, stopping him from his search. "Original is always the best." He grinned at me before tugging it down over his head. He also dressed in a pair of tan khakis pants, pushing the drawers shut with his bare foot as he stood up straight. I brushed out my bed head, shoving my feet into my sneakers.
"I'm going to find something for breakfast on the go. Meet me downstairs in five?" He asked. I nodded, pulling my hair back into a pony tail. He kissed the top of my head as he passed me, leaving the room. I grabbed a white sweat jacket from my bag before following after him. I could hear him rattling some stuff around in the kitchen as I came down the stairs. A loud clang of two pots hitting together echoed in the house, followed by a string of curse words. He emerged from the kitchen, shoving items into a black backpack.
"What the hell were you doing in there?" I asked. He shrugged, tossing the bag over his shoulder.
"I had to dig really deep to find some food that the teenagers didn't eat on me. Hope you don't mind granola bars and trail mix."
"Sounds fine to me." I replied. Pulling on my sleeve, I realized that my communicator was not there. I had taken it off before my shower last night. "I'll be right back." I called, jogging up the stairs. Walking into the bathroom, I found it on the back of the toilet.
Picking it up, I felt a cold jolt throughout my body. It was as if the whole world tilted on it's side and someone had dumbed ice water over my head. Everything was darker now, like I was looking into a scene of a horror movie. "Tommy?" I called out, walking back into the hallway. The lights flickered above my head, casting shadows around me. There was no answer, dead silence filling the house. Reaching out, I grabbed the banister and slowly made my way down the stairs. Tommy wasn't in the foyer where I had left him. Stepping around the bottom of the stairs, I made my way towards the living room. I felt uneasy on my feet, the room spinning with each step I took. I tried calling out to Tommy again, but a wave of nausea threatened to make me sick when I opened my mouth. I stopped walking, closing my eyes to help myself become grounded.
"Kimmy, Kimmy, Kimmy." A voice whispered in my ear, the breath tickling my neck. Gasping, I spun around and open my eyes. No one was there though, the spinning feeling stopping. I looked around the room for the source of the voice, but I was the only one standing in the area. The nausea feeling increased as it felt like the room was tipping forward. I reached out and gripped the banister to stop myself from falling. "Silly little girl…" The voice whispered in my ear again.
"Hello? Tommy!" I called, doing my best to keep the contents of my stomach in place.
"He can't hear you, Kimmy. He's already dead." The voice said, louder this time. I stumbled forward, heading towards the kitchen. I saw the form of a person on the floor just passed the doorway. It was Tommy. He was kneeling on the floor, his arms folded behind his back. He stared out into space, not looking up at me when I entered the room.
"Tommy? Tommy, what are you doing?" I asked, kneeling down in front of him.
"I must serve my empress." He responded back, his voice sounding determined. His eyes shifted so that he was glaring at me. "The Power Rangers will never be able to defeat us now. I will kill you all." His voice dripped with venom as he moved his hands from behind him. I saw the metal glint of silver and green as the Dragon Dagger appeared from behind his back.
"What are you-." I was cut off as he jabbed the dagger into my stomach. Pain seared throughout my body as I let out a scream. Glancing down, I saw my blood was pooling out of the wound and running down the weapon and Tommy's out stretched arm. The world began to dim as I fell forward. He caught me by the shoulders, forcing me to look at him. Leaning in, he brought his lips closer to my ear.
"You mean nothing to me."