Look, another motif/theme I'm still waiting for them to touch on… yay?
This was a quotev exclusive story, but I think I'll try publishing this to .
And now as VHS tapes used to say before the movie started "and now our feature presentation".
The theme song happens right about… now
Despite the sun that remembered to shine, a gruesome looking man hunted for the blood of Kylie, a woman slowed by the eight-year-old boy she dragged along.
the grotesque man lead his army of quasi-mechanical-cadavers down the streets of Jerusalem to find the two.
She found an abandoned café to hide from these semi-cybernetic-corpses, they both kept quiet when they heard them passing by. "Do whatever it takes, just find them." The man said to his foot-soldiers.
The coast was clear when she snuck a peak out the broken window, a sigh of relief escaped her chapped lips.
"Mama, what's going on?" The young boy asked, quivering in his mothers arms. "Where's Papa and Najma?"
"All I know is that it's the worst that could ever happen." Kylie weakly replied, Setting the boy onto his feet. "Listen, we have to leave home, it's not safe anymore."
"Leave Jerusalem?" the boy whimpered, his mother nodded. "But where to? Bethlehem? Tel Aviv?"
Kylie ran her fingers through her brunette collar length hair. "No, we have to leave Israel." Her voice was grave, the little boy's eyes welled up with tears. "it's too dangerous to stay in the country, I'm so sorry."
"But this is the holy land, we're supposed to be safe here." The little boy started to sob. "What about Papa? What about Najma?"
"There gone, Silas; nobody's home anymore." Kylie somberly said, allowing a single tear to fall down her cheek.
"Do you think the Power Rangers would save us?" Silas asked, wiping his mother's tears.
Kylie took a deep breath and her brown eyes sadly looked into her son's heterochromic ones. "I just hope they get to us in time." Kylie sighed. "Before it's too late."
Just then…
"Kylie, where are you? Are you alright?" A feminine voice in the ironic dead of day, a voice Kylie recognized.
"Cora?" Kylie asked the voice, and a white ranger came bursting in with a little boy of her own - this one six years of age - in her arms. "Sis, what a relief."
This white ranger, Cora set her own son to the floor and removed her visored helmet revealing someone almost straight out of an airbrushed magazine cover, but like Kylie, her hair was cut in a pixie style.
"Status report, Sargent Kylie." Cora saluted.
Kylie reached into her pocket and pulled out five multi-colored button-shaped USB things. "I have the colored prototype morphers, they're damaged though." Kylie returned the salute.
"Commander Taylor still demands that whichever of us gets ahold of them has to take them as far from this adversary as possible." Cora choked back tears. "Even if there's no telling if they were even damaged beyond repair."
"They would still figure out a way to fix them, no one would be safe." Kylie said, stuffing the colored morphers back into her pocket. "Commander Taylor said that in the wrong hands, access to the grid would be dangerous." Suddenly, what sounded like an explosion in the distance practically split their ears. "Oh dear, they're getting closer." Then a black ranger tumbled through the café's window.
"Chet." Cora let out a relieved sigh, he removed his helmet to reveal a handsome man.
"You and the boys run, Cora and I will hold them off." This black ranger, Chet said watching his sister-in-law pick up the six year old boy. "Take care of my son."
"Weather you make it or not, we'll miss you." Kylie said, her own son clinging to her pant leg, nodding in agreement.
The couple watched Kylie and the two boys sneak out through the back as the foot soldiers found them.
"If we don't make it out alive, at least our son will be safe." Chet snarled, putting his helmet back on.
"No doubt about it, my sister is fierce at protecting people." Cora's tone was grave as she too put her helmet back on.
That was his story, but my story began some years later.
I couldn't sleep, but the sun was about to rise anyway, the time for me and my aunt and uncle to sneak away and go to North Dakota would be at hand.
I really didn't wanna waste my goodbyes on my parents, the decisions they made for me ruined my life and my godfather and godmother had to step in before any damage could ever get irreparable.
"Pst, Maris." I heard a familiar voice, I moved my scale-print eye-mask onto my forehead and saw a full head of short jet-black stalagmites for hair, brown eyes framed inside no-rimmed-glasses, a fairish complexion and a tiny sole-patch beneath a stern but kind smile, my favorite look for him.
"Good morning, Uncle Tommy." I yawned rubbing whatever sleep she had out of her eyes.
"Couldn't sleep?" Tommy asked with concern, I shrugged with a smile. "Could you really be blamed?" He watched me sit up, revealing a blue spaghetti strap crop-top with red stitching.
"Right?" I said, my hands tore the covers off of me, revealing a pair of legs clad in blue pajama bottoms with red cartoon teardrops printed on them. "This is crazy, but I still want to go!" I swung my legs to the edge of the bed before I slipped my feet into mint-print slippers.
"That's good, Kat and I snuck all your belongings into the car." Tommy asked, I shuffled across the floor to the mini-fridge and pulled out a yogurt cup.
"Can I eat first? I can't do a thing on an empty stomach." I asked, earning a chuckle and a nod from my godfather.
"Did you manage to sleep at all?" Tommy asked, I felt him watching me grab a spoon out of a plastic baggy.
"Only the first few minutes!" I sighed ripping the protective covering off the cup. "But then, a loud noise out of nowhere woke me up and I've tossed and turned from that moment on." I then took the spoon and scooped a spoonful of the white pudding-like substance out of the cup and into my mouth.
Whoops I should've lulled you to sleep. An unseen voice that only I could hear whispered. My deepest apologies. I told everybody Space Ruby spoke to me, well... whispered to me, they pretend to believe me.
"I forgot to switch my phone to vibrate." Tommy said sounding embarrassed. "That's probably what woke you up."
"Tommy." A feminine voice with an Aussie accent whispered from the other side of the door. "It's Kathrine, Is Marissa up yet? There's someone here that would like to say goodbye." I tossed my now empty cup of yogurt into the small trash can before grabbing the small red jewel off the nightstand.
I know what this will mean, Space Ruby. I thought, looking at the palm-sized ruby in my hand. Leaving for college, I mean.
I do hope so. Space Ruby said, a small nod from Me was it's reward . The hearts you break will transcend the one's you claim are deserving of such agony.
…
I and every friend I made were in the parking lot of a hotel on the mainland at the beach, I gave the merman who had an unrequited crush on me a goodbye kiss on his cheek, this would be the last time I would ever do that.
"I'm gonna miss you, Marissa." Toru said almost crying.
"We're all gonna miss you." Talia said.
"But we just know you'll actually be happy." Rien said.
"That might not necessarily be true, Toru; you and the others are my only other friends." I said, hugging Toru's torso. "Next to Paige, Wanda, Sally, Junior, Alastair and Talon; you guys are my best friends."
"Aww!" The crowd cooed.
I jumped at the sudden sound of a car horn, was it Tommy that was getting impatient or Katherine? "I gotta go, tootaloo." Note to self: ask them if the honking was really necessary.
Once I pulled myself away from him, I felt Toru watch with teary eyes as I opened the back door to the plum voyager and climbed in.
I may say you're doing the right thing, but I still hope you know what you are doing. Space Ruby said as my seatbelt fastened for me.
Me too, Space Ruby; I just hope we can find what I've been wanting for years. I thought.
"Next stop, Buffalo Creak North Dakota." Tommy said.
"Isn't this exciting?" Kat gushed.
I've said this before and I'll say it again, it's another motif/theme I'm still waiting for them to touch on.