This next one is something in the way of a self insert, but she won't be called (YN), she'll be called... well, read for yourself.
Probably would serve me best to provide a synopsis… Therefore here we go: Rachel tried to disappear in the night with her sister from their mother and the deadly cult they grew up in, but when the escape goes awry, Rachel finds her self transported to a world she and her sister Loved to watch, will Rachel wake up in time to protect her sister like she promised, is she even alive in her real world anymore?
I'm Rachel and I finally plucked up the courage to permanently get me and my sister, Rene out of our house.
"Buckle up before we take off." I said from behind the wheel of my 1998 plum-colored voyager to my sister in the front passenger seat.
"Where are we going?" Rene asked while obeying. "I really hope it's as far away from Mom and the cult as possible." She tugged at one of her carmel blond pigtails as soon as she was finished.
With one last look to the one story house, I jabbed the ignition with the key and twisted to start the van, and then gripped the gearshift, switching from park to reverse. "Our contacts said it would not matter how far away we end up, so long as we have evidence to get them locked up until the end of time in case they find us." My words trying to sound reassuring as the van wheeled out of the driveway, once I switched the gearshift from reverse to drive, we were on our way, The smoother the sailing from here, The more likely my nervousness started to border on paranoia.
I worked hard for this driver's license of mine, from the first test to see what of my driver skills needed to be honed or improved, to the final test for the learners permit, to the test for the license and now escaping our Munchausen-by-proxy syndromed mother and the Munchausen-by-proxy church was to celebrate my becoming independent, an odd way to celebrate such a milestone, but mom and the cult crossed the line, what choice were we offered?
Once we hit a red light, it occurred to me. "If you're nervous, you can break out the DVD player." I told Rene, taking one hand off the wheel to stuff my hand into the bag I placed between the seats.
"If you think that will help, more so if it's Power Rangers." Rene gulped, also stuffing her hand into the bag, she pulled out the portable DVD player while I pulled out a DVD before handing it to her.
The moment both hands of mine were on the wheel once again, the light turned green and we were back in motion.
The drive on the desolate freeway seemed peaceful, Rene was what seemed like a dozen episodes deep in Power Rangers:Ninja Storm, it was a long car ride to the hospital where we were meeting with our contacts, but between how serene the landscape surrounding the road seemed and the power rangers occupying Rene, my guard was starting to go down, Little did I realize it until it was too late.
Halfway in route, it started to rain, crap, I'm not confident enough to drive in weather like this.
"Come on, Rachel; you can do this." I told myself, the pitter patter of raindrops taunting me. "Just a little farther." Thankfully, by the time my worries were starting to come to fruition, the proverbial safety-net had already been deployed... or so I had previously thought.
"Umm... Rachel...?" Rene suddenly asked when I took the exit I was supposed to exit off of.
"Yes, Rene..." Someone tailgated the van before I could finish asking my question. "Oh no!"
"They found us, they're gonna kill us." Rene panicked, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw what looked to be a metrosexual redneck in a black windowless van, I recognized him as our church's youth pastor. "Rachel, do something."
We were in the town where the rendezvous point was located so I turned The first corner in site, this was a very recognizable shortcut anyway, the youth pastor's van kept going straight, by the time he realized he wasn't chasing us anymore, it was most likely too late.
"How do they even know what vehicle we're Driving in?" I asked, Did I miss something when plotting our escape? I took note of what I did before all this, why it didn't occur to me to do this before we hit the road was beyond me.
Before I even had a chance to finish taking note, we were T-boned, in all of it happening so fast, I think the hit was closer to the seat in back of me, yet I didn't even have a chance to hurt, everything went black and my ears were ringing for the first few minutes of the initial darkness.
I woke up in what looked and felt to be a pile of pillows on a marble floor, a damp cloth on top of my forehead, the room looked stereotypically oriental, everything from the Doors and "windows" to the decor, I remained lying in my "bed" for fear my head would detach from my neck and swim around the room, in spite of it not threatening to do so.
"You sure she's not a ninja student?" A familiar male voice asked, I only heard that voice on Power Rangers: Ninja Storm, a character by the name of Shane Clarke, I believe... such a thought made me think I was dead, I mean Shane's actor is dead, did I die in that car crash and gone to where he ended up?
Another familiar male voice, this one not dead, at least neither to me nor my knowledge. "Shane." Guess I'm not dead because that's the characters name, not the actor and now that I think about it, the real actor doesn't sound like that. "You saw the civilian clothes she was wearing, no uniform underneath."
Wait a minute. I thought, they stri... well at least they changed my clothes to a hospital gown after, feels like I still have my underwear on, thank goodness for that.
I hope they didn't cut my clothes off, those were the luckiest articles of clothing I own, I wore my blue mermaid t-shirt on my 18th birthday during my "healing", I wore my peacock-fan-print jeggings to every drivers Ed class until I got my license, I wear those boots during rainy Easter egg hunts.
"Cam, I've never seen clothes like her's before." A familiar female voice said. "That makes me wonder where she's from." That must be Tori. "And coming from a 'guy-girl', that must be saying something... umm, you had to be there to understand." I can only guess who she is talking to.
And the second male voice that said my civilian clothes didn't have a ninja uniform underneath is… Cam. "Her pants look like jeans, But they feel like sweats, I keep trying to figure out if the top she was wearing was a shirt or a dress, that's how long it was, the boots are another story altogether."
You have no idea how good it was to deduce that I still had on my lucky brassiere, which was a sports bra that could easily be mistaken for a plain white skin tight crop top that was worn half to shreds, especially at this point, I wore that underneath my TaeKwonDo uniform to tournaments.
Yes, I put on every lucky article of clothing I own when escaping with my sister from my mom and the cult, one could use all the luck one could get when doing so, need I say more? No? Good, moving on!
A third male voice entered the mix, I recognized it as that of Hunter Bradley. "What was in her hair? Looks like it was tying all of it back into a ponytail." If Rene was anywhere to be found, I'd know and love where this was going.
A Fourth voice I recognized as his brother, Blake. "Looks like one of those telephone cord bracelets, why would she wear one of those as a ponytail holder?" Because I heard it works better than a traditional hair tie, I needed my hair to cooperate and a low-set ponytail is my lucky hairstyle.
The next to last male voice, Dustin finally chimed in. "So then, between the attire and the weird ponytail holder and the weird pocket device that Cybercam is fiddling with, where could she be from?" A bit out of character for him in particular to ask even that... wait, Cybercam...? And he's messing with my phone? Oh hell no!
And back to thinking I'm dead because of the final voice. "This is rather troubling." Sensei Kanoi/Cam's father, the actor who portrays him is also dead, I pinched myself at that moment, it didn't hurt, but it didn't wake me up either, Sensei was right, this is troubling. "If she's a rouge alien that Lothor captured..."
"She's completely human, Dad; blood tests came back negative for DNA of anything other than that." Cam interrupted, I rolled my head to the right and sure enough, the crook of my elbow was bandaged, The damp cloth on my forehead slipped off and drooped onto my shoulder, it seemed like the loudest sound even I could ever make.
"Guys, did you hear that?" Tori asked, these guys have the hearing of moths, I swear.
"It Came from the other room where the unconscious china doll is." Shane said, I had never been called that before and while I did find that flattering, at the same time, a few things bring my inner feminazi back from the dead when I had thought I killed her, this was one of them, To that a genuine thank you and also a sarcastic one.
The working title for this is The Prism Mouse Ranger(s): Ninja Storm Ranger Form. (get it? Because she would don more color suits than Tommy... and it would be a series that retreaded all the Disney era seasons and Disney is often referred to as the House of Mouse, the (s) would refer to her picking up others trying to wake up from the Power Ranger universe)
Alternative title would be I Was a Twenty-Something Self Insert. (because she's in her early to mid-20s, and she's a self insert… Well… Hardly, my name is not Rachel and I don't have a sister)