To Slade's Icy Apprentice: I'm glad you are enjoying some of my work; I greatly appreciate the review. I have a lot of fun writing evil Green Ranger which is why he shows up so often. He's almost my own personal outlet for a repressed shitty attitude; I think he comes through most easily sometimes esp in Red's Anguish. I've got more coming so I hope you enjoy!
Kimberly lay all night with her face peering through the grate at Jason's still form. The dingy bare light bulb did little to illuminate their cells and she had moments when she couldn't be sure he was still breathing. The Pink Ranger stared intently, willing his chest to continue to rise and fall.
Jason…..
Her leader. Her big brother. Her dearest friend. And in her heart of hearts, a deep wish for something more. The Red Ranger had shifted slowly from a purely big brother status to her secret crush to her love.
Kimberly pulled her knees to her chest as she continued to lay on the cold murky ground and keep watch over Jason. He always watched over all of them, shielding them with his body when he had nothing else. Fiercely protective, he'd been injured more than once for his bullheadedness.
The ripped, ragged silk exposed deep lacerations and bruising to Jason's chest, arms, and legs. His knee was grossly swollen and still oozing bright red blood. With the Tyranno helmet obscuring his features, she couldn't be sure of the extent of his head injuries. If the lewd comment by the Green Ranger were true, then his protective helmet had been removed at one point.
The Pink Ranger shuddered. Surely, the evil Ranger was bullshitting her; did he really force Jason to…..? She shook her head refusing to think about that right now. The most important thing at this moment was that Jason keep breathing.
By extending her arm as far as she could through the bars in the grate, her fingertips just barely brushed the Red Ranger's.
"Jason? Jason, please wake up. Stay with me, please. I can't lose you," she whispered.
Slowly, the Red Ranger's white gloved fingers moved ever so slightly and a low groan sounded deep in his throat. His dark visor soon turned very carefully to look at her.
"Kim?" he moaned. "Are you ok?"
"Jase, you're beat to hell and asking me if I'm ok?" She felt horrible guilt and shame reddened her cheeks beneath her helmet.
"Are you? They didn't touch you while I was out, did they?" Despite his obvious intense pain, he was becoming increasingly agitated.
"No, Jase, I'm fine. I'm fine," she quickly reassured him. This seemed to have a calming effect.
"Thank God," he whispered under his breath.
Carefully, he somehow managed to get to a sitting position, clenching his jaw tightly against awful pain. He looked down at himself, at the shredded, bloody red fabric and instantly he was there again.
Hung by his arms from the rafters, the tips of his boots barely swished over the tile floor. A deep, hot pain settled in his shoulders and wrists as his full body weight was suspended. Both Goldar and Green Ranger had taken their turns with him. Each had his own individual preferences when it came to torture.
Goldar preferred to cause as much physical pain and trauma as possible without killing. Despite his initial psychotic rage, Green Ranger had become almost giddy, giggling and mocking Jason as he cried out in pain. His was a much more psychological torture, though he did enjoy carving his Sword through Jason's back.
The evil Ranger immensely enjoyed choking Jason, cutting off his air until his vision started going black, then releasing him to gasp painfully and fill his lungs with precious oxygen. Then, worst of all, his hands found their way to the Red Ranger's hips and thighs; seductively his fingertips roamed and threatened to touch.
Finally, the whole tortuous hell ended with the Green Ranger forcing Jason to his knees in front of him and informing him that it was either he take care of business or Kimberly would.
"God, no," Jason whimpered.
"Jase?"
Snapping himself back to the present, Jason forced the unpleasant memory from his mind. At least for now. His head tilted back to rest against the wall, chest heaving with the renewed panic.
Another thought occurred to him.
"Kim, they can get through our suits," he groaned. "Obviously."
"How? That shouldn't be possible!"
"I don't know. Whenever they would "use" something on me, they dipped it in this green wax. I thought my suit would buy me time before it gave out but that wax….. Those "things" went right through!"
"Oh my God…." Kim breathed.
"They won't get you, Kim. I won't let them take you back there," Jason shook his firmly.
"No, Jason. They'll kill you," Kim panicked.
"There's no way in hell I'm going to allow it, Kim! You didn't see what they had in there!"
At that moment, the door banged open and in strolled Green Ranger with his Putty goons.
"Rise and shine!" he giggled.
With great effort, Jason inched up the way until he was standing as straight as his busted ribs would allow.
"Jase…." Kim could see the Red Ranger's legs. "Don't do this, please!"
"Awww… how sweet. The shining knight protecting the fair damsel! Is that how you want it, Red? You remember what I said before?"
"You are a sadistic fuck and I swear to God I'm going to make you pay."
Green Ranger pretended to pout. "Here I thought you were falling in love with me!" He tilted his head coquettishly.
"You are a crazy motherfucker, Green Ranger but you better hope I never get my hands on you again!" Red Ranger threatened.
Casually the green clad teen flipped him the finger; turning to the Putties he motioned them to open the cell door blocking the Red Ranger. "Let's go talk up close, Red."