And now... a Break from Power Rangers: Thunderstorm: the next generation excerpts.
This next one is one of many things that I really want to see Boom Studios do… these one offs of other non-Mighty Morphin' seasons… nothing wrong with Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers, it's just that the Disney-era-fan-ranger in me would give anything to see Boom Studios give the Disney seasons just a little love.
Assuming that it's Halloween (though this does take place during the supposed spring break) at the time of publication of this excerpt or at the time of you the reader finding this, have a safe and happy one.
As clear of a night as it was on the streets of Blue Bay Harbor, it'd be a starry one as well if not for the light pollution.
Dustin -clad in a yellow button down shirt and jeans- walked the streets with a Carmel-blond beauty on his arm, she gleefully looked at him with matching eyes.
"No, I'm serious, these two kids at my Friday school are dating behind their parents backs." The girl said. "Few parents there actually allow their children to date."
"Dang, that's funny, for parents who send their kids to public school, mine only allowed me to date when I got my drivers license." Dustin chuckled, the girl giggled, leaning her head against his shoulder. "You having a good time, Carrie?"
"Try the time of my life, it's amazing and so are you." Carrie answered, Dustin bashfully smiled.
"You're pretty amazing yourself." Dustin said, Carrie smiled, coiling her arms around Dustin's bicep.
"Thank you." Carrie sighed, a touched look in her eye.
The two looked into each other's eyes, Dustin's free hand gently floated to carrie's face to tuck a lose lock of hair behind her ear, just as their lips had barely grazed each other… whoosh, a suspicious gust of wind made the hair on his neck's nape stand on end.
"What's wrong, Dustin?" Carrie asked, another suspicious gust of wind ticking her nose. "What was that?" Her eyes anxiously darting every which way, her arms let Dustin's arm go, allowing him to wrap both of them protectively around her torso. "What's going on?"
"I don't know, but…" Dustin was cut off mid-sentence as he was tripped, making him fall flat on his back, Carrie landing square on his chest, knocking the wind out of him. "Ouch!"
"Dustin, are you okay?" Carrie asked.
"I'm fine." Dustin coughed, scrambling to stand to his feet, he tugged Carrie up with him and wrapped his arms around her to protect her, he tightened his safeguarding grip at the sound of a throaty chuckle. "Oh boy!"
"Well, what have we here?" A masculine Liverpool accented voice asked, Dustin turned his head and saw an ageless man with translucent features, a bloodthirsty look in his eyes and a fanged and blood-stained smile on his face.
For not so obvious reasons, Dustin wasn't afraid, though apart from the fact that this vampire could want Carrie's blood for all he knew, he couldn't be scared, vampires could probably smell fear, literally.
"Who are you?" Dustin growled, Carrie cowering in his arms.
"Something that makes your worst nightmare seem like a sweet dream." The vampire chuckled, earning a wide eyed expression of alarm from Dustin.
"Carrie, run!" Dustin ordered, Carrie couldn't obey fast enough, once she rounded a corner and was out of sight, Dustin sunk into a fighting stance, It was just him and the vampire, all He had to do was morph into the yellow wind ranger, defeat this clown with fangs and… whoosh, more suspicious gusts of wind chilling him to the bone, this wasn't good.
"Still no problem." He told himself, before turning to the vampire.
"I wonder what exactly would make you think that." The vampire said, his sarcasm sharp.
"Let's just say you messed with the wrong ninja." Dustin confidentially said.
"Oh, did I?" The vampire smugly asked.
Something knocked Dustin to the ground again, this time ending up on his stomach, a sharp pain slid up and down his chest when he tried to breathe.
"What did we expect from a non-shadow ninja?" A female voice laughed, this one Celtic.
Dustin turned onto his back and saw more figures joining this vampire, some had wings of either a bird of prey or a butterfly/dragonfly/damselfly depending on their gender and some didn't, but they all looked airbrushed… or angelic. "Let's get this over-with, before anyone sees what we're doing."
"Right, Love." The vampire agreed, grabbing Dustin by the throat with one hand, lifting him to his feet and ramming him against a telephone pole. "Any last words before it's all over for you?"
"Does it have to end like this? I can't breathe." Dustin choked between each word, his hands trying to pry the vampire's hand off his throat, but his grip was both ironclad and ever tightening, his limbs were already weakening from the lack of oxygen, his eyelids struggled to stay open. "What do you *choke* want from me?"
"Revenge, in short." The vampire answered, tightening his grip on Dustin's throat, crushing his wind pipe, Dustin couldn't even make a sound, it's gone from bad to worse in a matter of literal seconds, it was the thunder rangers all over again, but at least neither of them tried to scrag him to death.
But Just as Dustin fell unconscious, another suspicious gust of wind knocked the vampire to the ground, Dustin fell limp and lifeless next to him, another vampire, this one looked… almost exactly like Dustin made an appearance.
Dustin's doppelgänger sunk down to the ground to check on Dustin. "Quincy?" 'Love' asked in disbelief, helping the vampire to his feet. "If it's even possible!" She watched as he turned Dustin on his back.
"Leave the boy alone, you hear me?" Quincy demanded, his voice was British. "He's none of your concern!"
"Fine, we'll leave… traitor." The vampire scolded.
"You better watch your back, Quincy; you and your new little friend." 'Love' warned, every last aggressor running… er… ninja-streaking for the hills.
Quincy turned to the unconscious young man, he was now pale, his eyelids were already starting to sink, his parted lips started turning blue and a bruise was already forming on his neck where he was strangled.
"Young man… Sir!" Quincey said, tapping Dustin's shoulder, an agonizingly shallow breath was the only response so he raised his wrist to his teeth and bit it hard enough to draw blood. "Ow." He put his injured wrist to Dustin's lips and allowed a few drops of blood to fall into his mouth, a few seconds and he was breathing normally as if he was asleep. "I've got to get him out of here before they come back and throttle us both."
I don't really take requests mostly because I never get any comments on my work, but if you read and review I'm sure I can whip something up… Assuming writers block won't be really bad let alone chronic.