Hello, Power Rangers fandom! There's a bunch of kink memes out there already, but none for Power Rangers. I have decided to start one.
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Trip's eyes were blank. He was staring off into nothing, rocking back and forth on the cold wooden floor. His hair was a mess, he was too thin, and he was covered with marks as well.
"They gave him something. To make him more docile. Except it tore his mind wide open and he wasn't able to block anything out any more." Wes was silent for a moment. Katie had a nasty, nasty feeling he was keeping the worst of it from her, to spare her, and if there was worse than she already knew. . .
"This is better than before, funnily enough," Wes tried for a laugh, and failed. "He was screaming, before. Just screaming. I guess it's a blessing for him if he doesn't know what's going on."
Katie knelt next to Trip, and touched his arm tentatively. He continued rocking, back and forth, without giving any indication that he might've heard her.
"I've been keeping him fed," Wes said.
She said, "Trip? Trip, it's Katie."
No response. He kept rocking, back and forth.
She focused her mind, trying to send him images of herself, images of the two of them together, trying to get some element of him BACK. But there was nothing.
He kept rocking, back and forth.
"They gave me some pills to put in his food," Wes said.
What? Katie turned, every sense alert. "Pills? Why did they give you pills for him? Why do they care about what happens to him?"
"To keep him quiet. Since I've been helping them, a little," he said. He was looking out into the corridor, arms folded.
"You've been HELPING them?" Katie took three quick strides over to him and grabbed him by the shoulder, spinning him around. "Wes, what the hell?"
"Nothing much," he protested, struggling out of her grip. "Nothing that's really hurt anyone."
"So, when did you lose hope?" she asked him quietly, not really expecting an answer.
A spike of cold streaked down her spine when he responded, casually, not making eye contact. "I guess it was when they killed Jen," he said easily. "Killed her in front of me, Katie. I couldn't stop them. Couldn't come to her rescue, like I used to. Like she used to do for me. Then they put me through the treatment, and I realised how right they are."
He turned to face her, and this time she could see the emptiness in his eyes, even though he tried to make his usual Wes smile, his usual smile that said everything would be okay. This time it wouldn't be okay, and never would be again.
"It's drugs, or something, Wes," she said. No idea, but she could hope. "Drugs are doing it to you. We'll fix you. I promise."
"Oh, yeah," he said, still smiling. "They made me stronger. Partly so I can subdue people like you and Trip."
And then he came at her, batting away her attempts at blocking him like she was a child, and then his hands were around her neck. He squeezed. She kneed him in the groin, slapped her hands as hard as she could on his ears, dug her fingernails into his wrists, but nothing moved him.
Katie tried to turn them around, desperate, tried to get him to where she could bang him against the wall, but he was too strong. There was a roaring sound in her ears, and her vision was going grey, but then she saw Trip rise up behind Wes, tears pouring down his face, and Trip raised his clasped hands above his head and hit Wes so hard in the back of the neck that Wes went down and didn't get up again.
"They gave him something. To make him more docile. Except it tore his mind wide open and he wasn't able to block anything out any more." Wes was silent for a moment. Katie had a nasty, nasty feeling he was keeping the worst of it from her, to spare her, and if there was worse than she already knew. . .
"This is better than before, funnily enough," Wes tried for a laugh, and failed. "He was screaming, before. Just screaming. I guess it's a blessing for him if he doesn't know what's going on."
Katie knelt next to Trip, and touched his arm tentatively. He continued rocking, back and forth, without giving any indication that he might've heard her.
"I've been keeping him fed," Wes said.
She said, "Trip? Trip, it's Katie."
No response. He kept rocking, back and forth.
She focused her mind, trying to send him images of herself, images of the two of them together, trying to get some element of him BACK. But there was nothing.
He kept rocking, back and forth.
"They gave me some pills to put in his food," Wes said.
What? Katie turned, every sense alert. "Pills? Why did they give you pills for him? Why do they care about what happens to him?"
"To keep him quiet. Since I've been helping them, a little," he said. He was looking out into the corridor, arms folded.
"You've been HELPING them?" Katie took three quick strides over to him and grabbed him by the shoulder, spinning him around. "Wes, what the hell?"
"Nothing much," he protested, struggling out of her grip. "Nothing that's really hurt anyone."
"So, when did you lose hope?" she asked him quietly, not really expecting an answer.
A spike of cold streaked down her spine when he responded, casually, not making eye contact. "I guess it was when they killed Jen," he said easily. "Killed her in front of me, Katie. I couldn't stop them. Couldn't come to her rescue, like I used to. Like she used to do for me. Then they put me through the treatment, and I realised how right they are."
He turned to face her, and this time she could see the emptiness in his eyes, even though he tried to make his usual Wes smile, his usual smile that said everything would be okay. This time it wouldn't be okay, and never would be again.
"It's drugs, or something, Wes," she said. No idea, but she could hope. "Drugs are doing it to you. We'll fix you. I promise."
"Oh, yeah," he said, still smiling. "They made me stronger. Partly so I can subdue people like you and Trip."
And then he came at her, batting away her attempts at blocking him like she was a child, and then his hands were around her neck. He squeezed. She kneed him in the groin, slapped her hands as hard as she could on his ears, dug her fingernails into his wrists, but nothing moved him.
Katie tried to turn them around, desperate, tried to get him to where she could bang him against the wall, but he was too strong. There was a roaring sound in her ears, and her vision was going grey, but then she saw Trip rise up behind Wes, tears pouring down his face, and Trip raised his clasped hands above his head and hit Wes so hard in the back of the neck that Wes went down and didn't get up again.
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