January 24, 2006
“GET GOING!!!! GET DOWN!!! HIDE!!!”
A large humanoid shape flew through the door, followed by an explosion of sparks and light. The figure hit the floor and rolled, arms protecting its head. Scrambling to its hands and knees it scuttled out of the doorway and took refuge behind pile of crates. Shoving long brown hair out of teary eyes, the distinctly female figure took huge gulps of air, hands over her heart, trying to catch her breath and soothe her frazzled nerves. She started to hiccup, continuing to cry but trying to muffle the sobs. Taking a deep breath she peeked around the edge of the box.
In the distance, down the long hallway, she could see two red clad figures fighting off dozens and dozens of identical, solid black, humanoid drones. Despite the obvious skill of the two warriors, they were slowly being forced backwards, overwhelmed by the odds.
She was so focused on the fight, she didn’t notice the second set of black fighters creeping over the boxes near her hiding place until it was too late. They swarmed her as she tried clumsily to fight back. She was quickly overwhelmed. The drones and the girl disappeared in a flash of blue light.
‘So that 19 year old girl, scared out of her wits? That’s me. Anna Parks.
The two guys in spandex down the hall? They’re Power Rangers.
The guy in the suit with white trim? That’s Wes Collins, Red Time Force Ranger, recently married, and heir to one of the biggest fortunes on the West Coast. But you wouldn’t know that just talking to the guy. He’s one of the nicest people I know. We’ve been friends for ah…11 years? Ever since I fell on top of him, but that’s another story.
The other guy, red and black? Eric Myer’s, Quantum Ranger. He’s ah…how to put this nicely… grumpy? Yea, grumpy’s a good word. But he’s always been my friend. For 24 years he’s been my best friend.
Oh yea, you picked up on that? I’m 19 but he’s been my friend for 24 years? Nope, I’m not crazy and I haven’t lost count. He’s really been my friend for 24 years. It’s hard to explain. Really hard. But here goes.
In the last 8 months I have been hit by a bus and declared legally dead, been unhinged from my own time (that one sucks believe you me), beaten black and blue (startin’ to become an everyday event if you ask me), and some freak intent on world domination tried to enlist me to his cause. And this week alone? I’ve been shot at, stabbed, buried under rubble, thrown out of a Zord (I’ll explain that one later), and oh get this: this morning? I was 13. Ain’t that a kick in the pants? And it’s only Thursday.
Did I mention I’m now strapped to a table in said freak’s lab? Yea not cool. I’m really concerned about Eric and Wes too.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. I need to start at the beginning of the story…
SILVER GUARDIAN
A Power Rangers Story
By Mizz Destiny
It all started on Friday May 14, 1990. I was thirteen and living in a foster home in
So one sore ear later I reached the school. The very, very, very posh school. I walk up to the entrance to the grounds and get stopped by the security guard. He tells me I have to be on the visitor list to get in. We got into it, until I stormed off. But I got in anyway. I climbed over the wall that protected the grounds. Then when I found his dorm, the lady in charge (dorm mothers? Wtf?) wouldn’t let me in. She said it was against policy to allow females in. What the hell did she think I was, a prostitute? I was practically Eric’s sister for cryin’ out loud! But she told me I’d have to wait on the porch for him to come down. When I asked if she’d let him know I was here, she closed the door in my face. But I didn’t let that stop me. I went climbing again.
Anna shoved at the cracked window, opening it wider. Squirming in she landed on something soft that went “Oomph!” Blinking she looked up sheepishly into a young blond boy’s face. “Umm…sorry?” she hazarded.
“Oww!” he laughed, pushing her off and sitting up. “Where’d you come from?”