I'm afraid! Afraid that none of you will like me after this! Just remember it's all the Tate Twins fault! They challenged me to write a Halloween themed story! (even if I did get a little carried away with it…and went outside of the ratings guideline…and well…you'll see) And what's more Halloween then a horror movie?

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Disclaimer: I don't own the Power Rangers. In fact I'm pretty sure that there is a restraining order out there for me and Matt Austin…or was it Chris Violette? I can never remember! I tried to stalk them both equally.

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Jack continued to walk purposefully down the hallway until he was sure that Sky did exactly what he was sure Sky would do: Go the other way. Once he was satisfied with the distance between him and the overzealous, egotistical, arrogant, aggravating, self-righteous, demeaning, pompous, sanctimonious, pretentious, infuriating…Jack was a veritable thesaurus of words to describe the loathing he felt towards Schuyler Tate at this moment. Sighing loudly he threw his back against the wall and allowed his body to sink slowly to the floor.

"Stupid Sky for being an asshole."

"Stupid Cruger for getting killed."

"Stupid Z for wanting to come here in the first place.

Setting his costume sunglasses aside he rested his head on his knees and allowed himself a few more minutes of pity. Jack then stood up realizing that if he didn't stop wallowing and do something he was liable to start sounding like Sky. That being the last thing in the world he wanted Jack continued down the corridor towards the gym. Just then a flash of color caught his eye. Jack turned, calling out.

"All cadets should be in their dorms on lockdown."

There was no sound but this time the color dashed right across the hallway. It was blue, bright Sky blue. Jack knew exactly what it had to be. Kicked into gear Jack went running towards the offending color. Following the sound of the footsteps and the occasional glimpse of the suit, Jack realized he was being led into the locker room area of the gym. Bursting into the men's locker room Jack bellowed out.

"You know if you just turned yourself in, confessed to it all, they might just take it easier on you."

A sinister laugh was his only response as he poked his head down the aisles of lockers.

"Not that I actually plan on taking it any easier on you after what you did to Syd, but you know it's a thought."

More laughter.

"Why us? What did we ever do to you?" Jack demanded. Coming up to the last row of lockers. And there stood the Blue Ranger casually leaning against the wall.

"Typical Jack." The voice from behind the helmet addressed him. "Between you and Sky I'm not really sure whose worse." The voice jeered. "You guys are so much alike in your narcissism it's disgusting."

Jack could feel his muscles tremble in anticipation of the attack. Taking the radio out of his back pocket he set it on the bench beside him.

"So what are you going to do now Jack?" the voice questioned. "Shoot first, ask questions later?"

"That's exactly what I was planning." Jack charged full speed between the lockers. The Blue Ranger continued to lounge against the wall. Not right, something's not right! Jack's brain was screaming at him but his fury was drowning out the noise right up until his foot slipped and he fell to the ground, his momentum carrying him swiftly towards the wall. The floor was covered in some sort of wax or oil, Jack wasn't sure, but the last thing he saw was the Blue Ranger waving merrily as he passed. And then through his own instincts, instead of letting himself hit the wall, Jack raised his arms to block his face and then phased right on through.

The cool night air hit his skin and pulled Jack back to his rational mind just in time to realize he had slid through an outside wall and was now 20 floors above the street and falling fast. Jack turned his body in mid-air and only had time to think one thing before the concrete came rushing up to meet him.

"Oh shit."

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"I think this is the last of the classrooms on this floor." Bridge commented.

"And still nothing!" Z was getting frustrated. She hated standing back, doing nothing, but that's exactly what she felt like she was doing. Whipping around she landed an exasperated punch to the wall creating a small dent and bruising her knuckles.

"OW!"

Bridge came running to her side. Gingerly he lifted her hand in his.

"Why did you do that?" He asked tenderly.

"I don't know, " she admitted. "Because it seemed like a good idea at the time?" A soft smile passed by her lips.

"Well I don't know how slamming your fist against a wall can seem like a good idea but I guess I'm probably not the expert." The laughter was hesitant and a bit guilty.

"I feel useless Bridge," she looked up at him, her dark brown eyes shining with tears," like I'm standing here while that psycho is out hurting more of my friends! I feel like there is more that I could be doing, should be doing!" Bridge wasn't sure how to respond to that. So instead he gathered her in his arms and held her close while she let some of her fears and frustrations flow forth. Eventually the sobbing came to an end and she looked back up at him her eyes now slightly red and puffy.

"Better?" he asked.

"Yeah."

They stood there wrapped around each other in silence. Bridge lifted up his hand and cupped her face; using his thumb he rubbed away the last of the tears. When he went to draw his hand away, Z quickly reached up and held it there, pressing her face into the soft leather.

"Don't leave me." She whispered.

"I wont." He whispered back while drawing her face closer to his.

"So what are you going to do now Jack?"

The pair pulled away from each other their lips still unsatisfied.

"Who was that?" Z asked Bridge.

"I have no idea." He pulled the radio from his back pocket just to have it quickly snatched away.

"Shoot first ask questions later?" the unfamiliar voice jeered.

"That's exactly what I was planning!" Z heard Jacks voice and knew that he was about to do something stupid.

"Jack?" Z called on the radio frantically. "Jack what's going on?" There was still no response.

"Okay Jack this isn't funny." Z's voice was filled with the dread that was rapidly spreading through her system. Gently Bridge took the radio away from her now trembling fingers.

"Jack it's Bridge, is everything okay?"

"I'm sorry Jack had to step out for a bit."

"NOOOOO!!!" Z screamed and grabbed the radio away from Bridge. "What have you done with him you BASTARD!? I swear to god when I find you your DEAD! YOU HEAR ME?! YOUR FUCKING DEAD!" Z tore out of the room and started running madly down the hall in the direction she last knew Jack and Sky to be going. Bridge scurried to keep with her.

"Z slow down!"

"NO." she yelled without turning.

"Z wait!"

"NO." she continued on her chaotic pace turning the corner and nearly falling over.

"Z! CALM DOWN FOR TWO SECONDS PLEASE!" The frighteningly severe tone of Bridges voice was enough to stop her in her tracks.

"What?" she asked gravely.

"It won't do us or anyone else any good to go running in without thinking."

"I don't care." She glared at him defiantly.

"Well I do." He returned her glare and it sent shivers down her spine. Bridge was always the happy go lucky one. He always had a smile and an innocent nature about him. To hear him be so stern and so forceful was disturbing to say the least.

"So then what? Huh? What do we do now?" She threw her hands up in the air and let them hit her thighs with a loud smack.

"Together we go and we find Jack and Sky. After that I don't think it's a good idea for us to split up anymore. I mean isn't that the first rule in surviving a horror movie? Never split up?"

Z knew he was right but it went back to her hating when people pointed out the obvious. Grudgingly she accepted his outstretched hand and together they followed the color trail left by Sky and Jack. Not to far away from where they had started out in the beginning Bridge stopped.

"Something happened here…" he let go of her hand and removed his other glove. Now holding both hands out in front of him Bridge concentrated hard on the fading imprints of his friends.

"They got into a fight."

"Figures." She huffed.

"No…a big one…they…dammit!" He glared at the psychic trails each leading in opposite directions.

"Bridge!" Z looked at him incredulously. "You never curse!"

"Yeah well I guess there's a first time for everything." Bridge shook as head while he tugged the leather back over his fingers. "They went their separate ways."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean Sky went that way and Jack went that way." He crossed his arms and pointed down the two different directions. Not that he expected an answer, after the way things were going tonight, but he decided to try anyway. Pulling out the radio Bridge attempted to hail Sky.

"Sky? Are you there?"

Nothing.

"Sky? We're going to find Jack pick up please!"

"Let's go!" She grabbed his wrist, causing him to drop the radio, and began dragging him in the direction that Jack had gone.

"But what about Sky?" Bridge glanced down the path that his best friend had taken.

"He's the strongest fighter out of all of us he'll be fine! We've got to go save Jack!" She tugged at his arm more urgently. Bridge looked at her and saw the desperation in her eyes.

"Okay but we're coming back for Sky."

"Of course. Now come on!"

Bridge gave one more nervous glimpse down the hallway before letting himself be pulled away on a rescue mission he was afraid was already too late.

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Sky was regretting his choice in costume attire more with every step. The stupid dress shoes that went with his tux were more then just uncomfortable they were downright unbearable. But as Syd would say there is no price too high to pay for fashion. His brief smile at the petite blonds obsession with getting dressed up and all the things that went with it was quickly replaced by the all too familiar frown he had become known for. He would never get to hear her complain about his sense of style or lack there of again.

Sky continued his trek down to the simulator rooms. He would check these and then close them off and move on to the next floor. He wasn't naïve enough to think that they would actually find the killer. More than likely, with the message written on the mirror the killer would find them. But how? How was the killer able to figure out exactly where they all were? The radios maybe…? Sky wasn't the mechanical genius that Bridge was. All he ever needed to know was how to operate it enough to get it to do what he wanted. After that it was all just a bunch of wires and computer chips and what have you. But he figured that maybe someone could track their progression through the base using the signals from the radios. It's why he decided to turn his off. There was no need to talk to any of the others. When he was sure this area was clear he would turn it back on and let them know. Plus he wanted to be alone, as was the Tate way apparently.

Lost in his own thoughts Sky almost missed the noise coming from the room to his left. Now alert Sky wished more then anything he had not left without his blaster, it was stupid of him to be so unprepared.

"Some boy scout you are." He mumbled to himself. Searching his surroundings for some sort of weapon, he finally accepted that he was the only weapon around. Quietly he made his way into the simulator room, it's large blank walls suddenly feeling so much more claustrophobic then before.

"It's not like there is anywhere to hide in here." He stated loudly. His grimace deepened when the simulation started up and he found himself in an abandoned warehouse.

"Ok so now there is." It's not like he wasn't trained for this…5 years in the academy and he should be able to handle one-person right?

A flash of red entered in his vision and he immediately turned and followed it. The shoes he was wearing were making his feet scream in pain but ignoring it he ran after what he was sure was the Red Ranger. His chase ended in a dead end.

"Duh Tate. This is a simulation. There doesn't even really have to be anyone in here."

"That much your right about." A voice came through the illusion. "However as you should know all of the danger can be quite real."

Sky pitched forward landing on his knees when a force from behind blindsided him. Not being one to go down easy he jumped up turning as he did and erected a shield in front of him in anticipation of the next blow. His attacker was blown backwards when their fist came in contact with his shield.

"Then you should know that I'm not going to be that easy." The scene changed and he was now in what look to be a rock quarry. Judging from the large slabs of white rock stacked to his right it was a marble quarry.

"Now Sky I know that you don't take particular interest in the way things work so long as the do work, but did you know that when programmed correctly the simulations in this room can actually be deadly?"

"Can we stop playing this game of who knows what? If you want me come and get me." The Red Ranger appeared before him.

"If that's what you want."

"Not only is it what I want it's what I'll get, us Tate's always get our way." Sky tried keeping the banter up while he formulated a plan. Right now the plan consisted of circling the Red Ranger waiting for him to make his move.

"If that's the case then why weren't you made the Red Ranger? Why was it given to that trash off the street?" The nameless voice taunted. Sky tried his best to keep his temper in check, now was not the time.

"Well I figure Cruger had his reasons for everything."

"He did, didn't he? Too bad we'll never know what those reasons were." Sky wished now that he hadn't turned off his radio, he could use the backup, but couldn't risk being so obvious about calling for it.

"Enough pointless chitchat though! You've finally made your way exactly where I want you." Sky side glanced without taking his eyes completely off the Red Ranger in front of him and realized he had managed to back himself up to the quarry's edge. It was about a 15 foot drop, survivable, he assessed, but not enjoyable.

"So now what? Your going to push me off the edge and hope I don't survive?" Sky sneered.

"Odds are with today's advancements in medicine you would. Why take the chance?" The Red Ranger walked over to the stack of marble slabs and using all of the strength that the Red Ranger power could afford picked up the top slab and chucked it at Sky.

"Catch!"

Sky threw up a force field but the force of the marble hitting it caused him to take a few steps back. He could not hold his balance and went tumbling over the quarries edge the slab of marble following. The Red Ranger walked over to cliff and peered down. The marble was down there but underneath there was a faint glowing blue light.

"See! I knew the fall wouldn't kill you! But one of the things I don't know is just how long can you keep up that nifty shield of yours?" I mean that thing must weigh what? A ton? Maybe more? I wonder what that will do to your body when it finally comes crashing down? "

Sky could not respond, all of his energy and concentration going towards keeping his shield in tact.

"Oh well I guess we'll find out pretty soon here huh? Have fun!"

With that the Red Ranger exited the simulation.

Way to go Tate…done in by your own stubborn pride. Figures.

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Bridge could barely keep up with the French maid in front of him. And in heels no less!

"Come on Bridge! We have to hurry!" Z yelled at him over her shoulder. Bridge didn't have the heart to tell her he was pretty sure it wouldn't matter when they got there what they were going to find wasn't going to be any more pretty. Not only were they following Jacks trail but Bridge sensed the Blue Ranger power going the exact same way. The only thing he couldn't tell was who had gotten there first. Finally they came to a stop in front of the men's locker room.

"Z wait!" Bridge stopped her with her hand on the door.

"What?" she looked at him exasperated.

"You can't go in there its the men's room." He answered sheepishly. Z rolled her eyes at her teammate.

"Bridge tell me your kidding! There's no one here but us! And even if there was it's not like it's nothing I haven't seen before!" Ignoring his modesty she pulled the door open and brazenly walked inside.

"Jack!" she called for him urgently her voice echoing off the tile. "Jack! It's us where are you?" She made her way down to the last row of lockers only to find Jacks radio still sitting on the bench. Picking up she clasped it to her chest and turned to her companion.

"Bridge?" she looked at him pleadingly. As much as he didn't want to Bridge yet again removed his glove and swept the area. Confused by what he saw he did another sweep. It still didn't quite make sense. Then suddenly it dawned on him.

"Z what's on the other side of that wall?"

"Castlegate drive? Why?" she answered nervously.

"Because Jacks aura stops at the wall." They locked eyes in realization and ran inside the actual gym to the nearest window to the outside.

"I can't see that far over! Doesn't this thing open?!" Z beat at the window furiously.

"I don't think it does…Z? What are you doing with that barbell…? Z?" She had abandoned her fists and was going for something much heavier.

"Stand back." She warned as two of her hefted a barbell, loaded down with every weight she could find, out the window. The glass shattered and they heard the fantastic clank as the barbell met with the street below. Ignoring the tiny shards still left around the windows edge Z craned her neck out to see the gruesome site below. Quickly she pulled herself back inside falling to the floor weeping. Bridge didn't want to look but he knew he had to. Sticking his own head out the window he looked down to see Jacks body broken against the pavement a large pool of blood congealing underneath him.

"Z, I'm sorry." He tried to comfort her.

"He was the only family I had."

"Z, we need to get going."

"When I find whoever did this…"

"Z we need to find Sky, I have this really bad feeling…" She looked up at him with a tear stained face.

"Your right." She raised herself off the floor and straightened her skirt. "Lets go get this bastard."

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WTFO!? First Cruger, then Syd, then Jack and Sky?! What is this fic coming too?! I'm not sure…all I know is that Z and Bridge better watch their asses, because if it hasn't become obvious by now, I hold nothing scared. (at least not in this story!)

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