Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable characters mentioned in this non-profit Non-copyright infringement..-ing fic. If I did...Hunter and Dustin would be in my closet.
Author's Note: Alright here it chapter 2! I totally hope you guys like this chapter, this is my fav. one and yeah......sh...read. enjoi
C h a n g e o f H e a r t
"Whoa, I know I'm confused but dude, you got it bad" The yellow wind ranger said conversationally. From the looks of it Lothor was a little clueless as to what to throw at them next. Maybe he was getting desperate? Maybe he was giving up? Wishful thinking? Yeah.
In any case Dustin got a beep from Cyber Cam saying that there was a problem at an unfinished building and he rushed off before he could get any further information. The building he was at was supposed to be the HQ for a water company but they had to stop construction because they ran out of money. At least that's what the sign read. So here he was, face to face...to face with a goon that was split sown the middle. It had two heads one had pure almost crystal skin the other had black dripping flesh. The light half wore a flowing white gown while the other half wore an ill fitting leather outfit.
"Say what you want ranger you're going down!" The dark side spat.
"Oh, he just means that two heads are better than one...oh!" The light half hesitantly explained. The double banter was getting confusing so Dustin pulled the sword from his back and ran at them. Not so bright move number one. His target split in two and he ran straight into a pile of wood, upon impact he flipped over the stack and landed on his back.
"Okaaay." At the beginning he was almost sure that if the blond light side had the option of splitting apart it would have been long gone ages ago, but now-
"Looks like you're head over heels with us ranger!"
"Oh, he just means-"
"I get it," he braced his weight against the wood as he got to his feet, "But I'm already taken dude...dudes"
"Oh, you shouldn't have said that now-"
"Will you stop? Just be quiet! You're like a growth on my neck that won't shut u-!"
"But I am a-"
"Shut it!"
"Hey, remember me...hellooo" The wind ranger scratched his helmet and sat on the wood pile. Maybe if he sat back long enough they'd tear each other apart? Maybe, but that was a bit graphic. Wishful thinking? Yeah.
"Let's just attack him!"
"Oh, but he's such a nice bo-"
"Attack now!!"
He dodged a whack with a stick by rolling to the left and landing on his bottom, "Give me a warning next time dude" A cool thing about being a ranger was the whole dishing out witty taunting, cliché but totally funny. At least he thought so.
"I agree, a warning would have been fair..."
"Fine! Heads-up!"
He rose the stick into the air and slammed it down, the wind ranger scrambled back and he opened his legs in the nick of time for the stick to make a sparking contact with the concrete inches away from his, "Important! That's...dude, watch where you swing that thing!" he chastised as he got to his feet and did a baseball swing with his sword, Lothor's goon just took a step back. Not so bright move number two. "Ninja sword gold! Power up!" The sword changed colors and he got into a low middle stance.
"Wow, what other colors does it turn into?!" The lighter half grinned and leaned forward expectantly.
He nodded as he looked at the golden sword in hand, "I dunno dude, but that's be totally awesome if-"
"Enough!" The goon charged at him with the stick out like a lance, he was confused and time warped. Great. The earth ninja dodged the tip of the weapon then sliced it in two and got back into a stance, waiting for another attack. Or for him to give up. Wishful thinking? Yeah.
"Oh! You broke it! You broke our weapon! You're not very nice!"
"Quiet fool," The dark half handed part of the split weapon to the light half then went on to say, "We have more power this way...remember?"
"Oh great..." He held his sword low in front of his body and got ready to take a huge blast. The brown stick in the goon's left hand turned black and looked so close to rotting or turning to ash, the stick in the right hand turned white, almost blue and frozen over with crystals. The grip on his sword tightened and they aimed at him together and a grey sparking ball hurled toward him. Not so bright move number three? Yeah. He should have dodged. The explosion behind him meant little to nothing; he back flipped through the flames and flew into a large panel of glass that was propped up against the solid building wall.
"Our job here is done!"
"Lothor will be so happy...Oh! I'm happy now!"
"I thought I smelt something twice as nasty as usual" The crimson thunder ranger was atop a flight of steps that lead down to the entrance of the building, where the yellow ranger was laying covered in glass.
"Oh! Lucky day! How about two for two?"
"No! Lothor said one was enough to get the job done, good-bye dark red ranger." With that the goon(s) vanished in a flash of white.
"I'm crimson" he growled before running down every third step to his fallen friend. "Dustin!" He knelt down and shook the ranger, "C'mon bro" he shook him harder then the white glove gripped the powered down sword and he groaned. The crimson ranger helped him into a sitting position then he hugged him, "Don't do that man, you had me freaking out" he admitted as he pulled back and pressed his helmet against his lovers, "Call me next time okay bro?"
"Right, I got it dude, that was not so bright mistake number four." With a 'shink', his sword was sheathed on his back and he held the crimson helmet between his hands. "And this, this is number five"
"What?" He had little time to think about what that meant because the grip on his helmet tightened with a soft crack and the next thing he knew he was thrown into the air. His side was slammed into a tractor that had to have been over twenty-five feet away. This was a bad dream right? He had been at Storm Chargers covering for Blake while he was with Tori and Dustin while he was, as usual, late for work. Next thing he knew he got a call from Cyber Cam telling him to hurry and help Dustin out.
He landed on the ground head first and he slowly sat up, rubbing his neck. It was one thing to cover for him every time he was late but when you start throwing people at tractors, it's a bit personal. The thunder ranger got to his feet and clenched his fists, he could do a friendly battle, no harm was done from that throw right? He would just need a long neck massage (or a full body one) and some tender loving later on but right now? A quick spar would be okay, he was always up for a challenge...he was feeling an odd vibe; maybe that goon did something to him? Not likely, Lothor couldn't plan something like that...not after the daily goon attacks that involved a small battle then a larger megazord one.
Hunter shook his hands then walked back over to his battle ready friend; if that goon came back they would handle it and it anything serious happened they'd call Shane and Cam for back up.
