[ There's a ways to the convenience store. And, in that time, it's not like any of the civilians are going to be bothering them.
For a minute or so, she's quiet. Content, it seems, to walk in silence.
But. ]
...When I was a girl...fifteen, at most, I was chosen to be something called a Power Ranger. I was given incredible power to protect the Earth from those who would seek to harm it. It was myself, and my friends.
Our enemy realized, eventually, that the best way to fight a Power Ranger was with a Power Ranger. She sought out a lost power source, and she kidnapped a...kid our age, and she brainwashed him. We fought...time and time again. And when we destroyed the source of that brainwashing, we thought we could ask him to join us, but...
[ Another step. Another word. She looks straight ahead. ]
...I don't know if it was how he grew up, or fear, or some kind of split-second decision that changed all our lives forever. But he ran away...and the witch found him again. This time, he went with her willingly.
His power was immense. He stole ours, one after another...and he enslaved the world. Over the years, he killed two of my team, my friends, and countless other civilians. People I knew, people saw in my every day life. The whole time, I kept trying...to save him. We'd fight, and I wouldn't kill him, because he'd been used just as we had.
[ One step. Then another. Then another. ]
...One day, it became too much. I... Without any backup, I charged his castle. I fought my way through his forces, until I reached the bastard's throne.
[ Her steps falter. ]
He was...too much for me. The witch taught him some of her magic. Including, how to brainwash others. I...
...He called me his Ranger Slayer.
[ In an exhausted voice, she relates all of this. She stares straight ahead. So tired. She's so tired. ]
cw: mind control/brainwashing
For a minute or so, she's quiet. Content, it seems, to walk in silence.
But. ]
...When I was a girl...fifteen, at most, I was chosen to be something called a Power Ranger. I was given incredible power to protect the Earth from those who would seek to harm it. It was myself, and my friends.
Our enemy realized, eventually, that the best way to fight a Power Ranger was with a Power Ranger. She sought out a lost power source, and she kidnapped a...kid our age, and she brainwashed him. We fought...time and time again. And when we destroyed the source of that brainwashing, we thought we could ask him to join us, but...
[ Another step. Another word. She looks straight ahead. ]
...I don't know if it was how he grew up, or fear, or some kind of split-second decision that changed all our lives forever. But he ran away...and the witch found him again. This time, he went with her willingly.
His power was immense. He stole ours, one after another...and he enslaved the world. Over the years, he killed two of my team, my friends, and countless other civilians. People I knew, people saw in my every day life. The whole time, I kept trying...to save him. We'd fight, and I wouldn't kill him, because he'd been used just as we had.
[ One step. Then another. Then another. ]
...One day, it became too much. I... Without any backup, I charged his castle. I fought my way through his forces, until I reached the bastard's throne.
[ Her steps falter. ]
He was...too much for me. The witch taught him some of her magic. Including, how to brainwash others. I...
...He called me his Ranger Slayer.
[ In an exhausted voice, she relates all of this. She stares straight ahead. So tired. She's so tired. ]