Chapter Seven
Tommy struggled against his captors as they materialized in Goldar's lair. He recognized it as the place he nearly killed Jason when he evil. He hated this place and hated it even more when Goldar appeared before him.
"Just like old times, isn't it Green Ranger," Goldar asked knowing good as well he was getting under Tommy's skin.
"What's this all about, Goldar," Tommy asked continuing his struggle.
One of putties holding him, let go and grabbed his morpher. The clay man approached Goldar and placed the morpher into his clawed hand.
"Aw… yes his morpher," the monkey said more to himself than anyone.
"Leave him to me," he ordered the putties.
Obeying the putties release the Green Ranger and vanished.
"Get comfortable Green Ranger," Goldar sad to the teenage boy. "Rita has big plans for you."
"Never," Tommy exclaimed before attacking his enemy.
Goldar thought nothing of attack and kneed the boy in the stomach and laughed. Tommy didn't give up so easily and flips up away from the monster.
"Alpha," he said into his communicator and receives no response.
"Forget it, your telecommunicator device does not work in this dimension," Goldar sneered.
"Why am I here," Tommy asked.
"It's simple," Goldar replied. "If you serve Rita, you can keep your powers. If not, you will lose them when the candle burns out."
"What candle," asked Tommy bewildered.
"The Green candle," Goldar answered.
He moved aside to show the Green Ranger the tall, standing candle holder. He laughs at the boy, confident he won't survive to see his powers leave him.
"It's made of very special wax," Goldar revealed. "When it burns out, Rita would have stolen your powers."
Tommy grimaced as he heard Goldar's cruel laughter again. The day was going down hill and fast.