“HANNABELLE!”
My scream echoes through the dilapidated gymnasium as my teammate flies backward. She crashes into a cinder-block wall and crumples to the floor. I turn to my opponent who laughs at the sight of each of my teammates lying on the ground as they fail to get to their feet. My body tenses with anger as I run at the black ranger, locking my blade with his.
“Well well, finally getting your hands dirty, Darling? You always let the bodies drop before you take action don't you?” Dalton taunted, his smirk prominent in his voice regardless of the mask that hides it. I grit my teeth and spit out a response.
“You're one to talk, your monsters are the only reason my team is down you demented piece of trash!”
I break our swords away from each other and slash at the evil rangers shoulders. He back-steps and stabs at me with a chuckle. Spinning out of his swords path I catch a glimpse of the rest of the power rangers. They're writhing on the ground next to piles of ash left by defeated monsters. This battle has been hard …show more content…
My visor shatters and shards of the visor lodge into my face. The black spots on my vision begin to change again. Now joined by the red splatters of blood, begin to distort into a glimpse of my father on the night he died. I can almost smell the fire roaring around us as his life slips away. As the black ranger continues to beat my numb body, even more memories spot my vision. Things like the days where I came home bloodied and bruised after a fight alone come to mine. Then, the day Meadows introduced me to the team begin to play out in my head. The anger I felt towards them at that time runs through my mind, but instead of getting angry, I begin to cry again. Dalton was right, I hated them, I was brutal to each one of them. I curl up a bit, feeling Dalton's baton slam into my wounded side as my mind filled with
My scream echoes through the dilapidated gymnasium as my teammate flies backward. She crashes into a cinder-block wall and crumples to the floor. I turn to my opponent who laughs at the sight of each of my teammates lying on the ground as they fail to get to their feet. My body tenses with anger as I run at the black ranger, locking my blade with his.
“Well well, finally getting your hands dirty, Darling? You always let the bodies drop before you take action don't you?” Dalton taunted, his smirk prominent in his voice regardless of the mask that hides it. I grit my teeth and spit out a response.
“You're one to talk, your monsters are the only reason my team is down you demented piece of trash!”
I break our swords away from each other and slash at the evil rangers shoulders. He back-steps and stabs at me with a chuckle. Spinning out of his swords path I catch a glimpse of the rest of the power rangers. They're writhing on the ground next to piles of ash left by defeated monsters. This battle has been hard …show more content…
My visor shatters and shards of the visor lodge into my face. The black spots on my vision begin to change again. Now joined by the red splatters of blood, begin to distort into a glimpse of my father on the night he died. I can almost smell the fire roaring around us as his life slips away. As the black ranger continues to beat my numb body, even more memories spot my vision. Things like the days where I came home bloodied and bruised after a fight alone come to mine. Then, the day Meadows introduced me to the team begin to play out in my head. The anger I felt towards them at that time runs through my mind, but instead of getting angry, I begin to cry again. Dalton was right, I hated them, I was brutal to each one of them. I curl up a bit, feeling Dalton's baton slam into my wounded side as my mind filled with