Hi guys, here's the beginnings of a short Mighty Morphing Power Rangers fiction I wrote. Hope you like it!

I do not own any rights to the Power Rangers franchise or any related characters, settings, or properties. All Power Rangers characters, names, and concepts are the intellectual property of Hasbro.

"Metamorphosis…..That means to change."

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"-A laser, motherfucker," The man yelled into the telephone, "A motherfucking laser!"

The man reached into his pocket and paused momentarily, his eyes staring into blank space, his visage changing into one of incredulity, confusion, then rage.

"I know what I fucking saw! If you-" The man abruptly cut off his speech, looking through the small window of the telephone stand.

"I gotta go.." He uttered, too quietly. The man pulled a cassette tape from his pocket, looking at the smaller details on the flat panel, before shoving it back into his pocket.

The phone hung loosely from the receiver as the man started away from the booth, at first at a jog, then into a full-blown sprint.

Into the night.

Jason woke up.

He had been sprawled out over his desk, for -judging by the apparent clearing of books, and the time, you dope- the last 15 minutes. He reclined back into his seat and waved an arm over the mess of small spherical paper objects attached to the corner of his desk, and looked at his shirt. Spitballs?

Grose.

In the seat, two columns next to his, Zack grinned at him - sharp white teeth gleaming, 3 quarters mischief, 1 quarter cockiness. Jason wiped his face, he didn't dare stretch, the teachers gaze locked somewhat in his direction.

Calculus. Not one of his hobbies sure, but a C wasn't failing, right?

It's not like he was planning on college anyway.

The bell rang and Jason slunk out, eager to put the paces between him and the teacher; Mrs. Gullian.

"Jason, wait up!"

Zack spotted him in the hallway and managed to skip through the throng of classmates. He had an apologetic smile on this time, maybe knowing Jason had a tendency for mood swings.

It wasn't a big deal. Just a few things in his younger years. It's funny what cements your reputation in high school.

Unfortunately, Jason didn't have the wisdom to see it that way. Not at that time anyway.

Was he thinking about asking for a favour? Jason wasn't sure. No creek this time though, he swore.

"I'm glad I caught up with you man, listen-"

Jason zoned out as Zack started to laugh before talking animatedly.

He was gonna ask about hanging out at the creek again. Jason knew it.

And bringing a couple more people?!

It's not like they didn't know each other from around; they lived in the same neighbourhood, and it wasn't that big of a deal. Just that a couple of times a week, Jason liked to smoke. Other stuff. It had been on a blur of indecision after mid-period that Jason had invited Zack and a couple of people. This wouldn't have happened if not for that stupid english test-

And what was happening at home, Jason sullenly remembered.

"Well, I sure think that I like my mc's on my tapes, not squared," Billy said, announcing himself.

Zack and Jason stared.

Billy. Cranston? Jason was sure.

Jason remembered because of a debacle involving him and some bullies earlier this year. Billy had been made a poster boy for the illustrious example of what happens when you tell teachers your problems.

The rest of the year hadn't really taken too kindly to including him. And that was the end of that.

Luckily, Zack was the more reactive type.

"Haha, sure, man; what's up with you? A few of us are thinking of studying for the chem test during period, you in?"

Sucker.

Zack knew Billy was gonna ask him to hang out again at some point. He just didn't know when. And Jason knew Zack wanted Billy's help with the Chemistry test.

Hook. Line. Sinker.

How did Jason know that? For the simple reason, he could tell Zack could barely hold his laughter in right after he spoke.

I mean it wasn't like Billy hadn't asked him to hang out before. He had asked a couple of times after a few sharp words on Jason's part after he had seen Billy barged in the hallway. Unaccidentally? And while Jason wasn't the biggest guy around, he was respected for his capacity for violence.

Jason didn't care about Billy one whittle. He just knew that handling the school territory came down to flexing intimidation muscles once in a while, especially in a paranoid state.

It's funny about the short-term memory of your average bully. Couldn't remember one lick of French.

But crack your fellow 7th-grader's; Jones Bones-Jason remembered- head open with a wooden desk and send him to the local hospital. Bulk and Skull were practically Shakespearean in their denouncement.

So was the rest of the year.

Naturally, after that, they wanted to see if the wolf was a real one. And so a string of fights found Jason on the backend of sneers and petty revenges. He'd won, but only by willing to step over the proverbial line.

The course of action by the establishment was anger management classes. When he had gone clear, his Dad had awarded him with some lessons in American Karate.

That was back then.

Stupid drunk.

"They're not like you are me and you Jason, ya'hear?" His dad's drunken words echoed back to him as Jason absent-mindedly stared at Zack.

He was only brought back down to Earth by Billy waving a hand in front of his face. Jason all but scowled.

"So we'll study over the next period, and maybe grab lunch after?" Billy had a smile on his face, eyes oblivious to the inner machinations of Zack

Zack winced slightly, before retorting, "Well, I don't know about lunch, but for sure-"

"I'm not coming," Jason said numbly

Zack frowned. Popular kid Zack. He looked away, too embarrassed. It's not like he had holes in clothes, but the streets of Angel Grove weren't always paved with gold, in particular near the industrial plant, near where he grew up and lived. 24th street.

And while Zack lived in the same neighbourhood, he all but made it look like he didn't. His clothes were ironed and new. Normal mom, normal dad, younger siblings. Church-goers. Aspirations, Jason mutely knew.

A working-class family, Jason had. A working-class father, who expected Jason to be the same.

"-Of course you're coming man, I already invited the chicas-"

"I'm serious man, I don't think so,"

"Come on man, you know that chick Kimberly? Apparently she just broke up with her boyfrien-"

Jason knew Kimberly. Who didn't really? Kimberly Hart.

They'd had a few conversations about the student council, something about 'the inner workings of the Californian grading systems having a backlash on the social cohesion and working motivations, and they'd be much better off switching to a European model.'- That and that they had been lab partners for a better part of a year.

He knew that she was filthy, stinking rich.

And stacked as a-

Zack continued to talk animatedly to his and now Billy's attention, whom Zack had already forgotten was there.

I mean, sure, he and Zack were friends, he supposed. Tentative friends.

Jason eyed Billy's paper that said 'A' jarring out of the worn pages of a book he clasped to his chest. He thought of his mother strewn out on the couch, waiting by the window, the same place he knew she'd be when he got home.

What was the worst that could happen, really?

Anything other than this nightmare of angels

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"-And so you drop the y, and that leaves just the parentheses," Trini said,

"You don't say," Zack replied airily, hand under his chin,

Trini giggled. It's not that Zack didn't like her, he'd hung out and studied with Trini before. She just seemed so painfully herself, his eyes wandered over to where Kimberly sat with Jason and Billy; they seemed to be rapt in conversation, which was strange, considering the lack of similarities between the three of them. But if Zack had any guesses, it had something to do with Kimberly being a massive motor mouth.

You couldn't shut that kid up once she started talking.

"Zack?"

"Yeah?"

"What do you think the meaning of life is?"

Oh here we go again.

Zack paused again, looking at Trini watching him from underneath her brow, it wasn't that he minded having these kinds of conversations with Trini. It's just that, it was a little…too deep? It reminded him of church filled sundays and heartfelt conversations around the dinner table, fine and dandy for family, but maybe too intimate a topic for two strangers.

Was Trini a stranger?

Zack laughed it off, before realising that while these kind of questions had a way of making him feel slightly uncomfortable, Trini actually did listen when you talked. She had an attentive personality, a way of measuring her words before she spoke.

Zack was comfortable in the realm of the vain and the superficial. Y'know, Teenagers.

With attitude.

He shrugged.

"I dunno, but if we help each other, maybe we'll get a clue," Zack said, smile slightly dimming hoping the weight of his words would strike a chord.

Trini beamed at him. Zack second-handedly guessed she was the youngest out of the lot of them, maybe a little naive, but definitely someone actually listened to what was being said, and maybe thought about it hours after it was said.

And in a class full of airheads and hormones, it meant alot, he supposed, eyes turning downwards to the mass of calculations mapped out in front of him.

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Lunch time.

Kimberly ate. Reluctantly.

It's not like the cafeteria food was bad, it was just…unique? She'd rather be at Cafe De Paris with Tattiana and Perle.

But her dad promised that if she got an A in Chemistry on her report card, she might be in the perchance of owning a vehicle. Of the car kind. Y'know with four wheels?

She idly watched Jason and Billy spar on the plastic blue mats of the lunchroom auditorium, scooping what resembled a meatball into separate bits with her fork.

Well, Jason did the sparring and Billy practised being on the receiving end of a few lightly placed kicks and punches.

After a quick demonstration, Jason settled Billy into a kickboxing guard stance, arms held close in front of his face before Jason corrected his feet stance, pushing his right foot forward, getting Billy to engage with his hips to throw a more accurate fist.

Billy might not have had the best eye for the martial, awkwardly sprite - Billy with hips? Kimberly observed - but he followed Jason's instructions to a tee. What would take place over time was the "inward building of confidence", Jason had said.

Billy grinned.

Jason did too, both of them breaking into laughter at a joke that Kimberlee couldn't quite overhear. It was something Jason said earlier that-

"Well, helllloooo, Beautiful,"

Of course.

Bulk & Skull at 12 o'clock.

Bulk leered at her, Skull taking his side as his quasi-sidekick. Kimberly inwardly gagged, her face turning green, even more so than when she had attempted to somehow rationalise to herself that the cafeteria food was edible.

"Oh come on, don't be like that - I just wanted a chance to get to know you, with the boo." Bulk said, rotating his fingers clockwise rhythmically, as he attempted to regain some sort of poise - "Rain check maybe?" He said, quasi-doubt silently held in his tone.

"Look Bulk, even if I had a boyfriend, which I don't, it'd still be 10,000 years before I even considered going on a date with you," Kimberly retorted sarcastically

Bulk nodded once, seemingly dumbfounded by clear-cut Kimberly, again, before he scrunched his eyebrows confusedly.

"So….there's a chance then?" He said slowly.

"S-Seems like it, Bulk," Skull chimed in, all smiles

Kimberly rolled her eyes.

Billy started laughing again, oblivious to the exchange between Bulk and Kimberly. Bulk sneered, eyeing Billy from a distance. Kimberly could see from his eyes that he'd been embarrassed, and now this kid was turning reeeeed-

Right before he started marching stoutly over to the mats, Skull in tow.

He didn't quite make it all the way there though, as Skull read Zack and Jason's scowl and adroitly managed to manoeuvre Skull in the direction of the chilled subs being set on the lunch room trays. Bulks' face suddenly lit up before he regained a loose semblance of his swagger back, jostling Skull with an elbow and a smirk as if the idea had been all his.

Another day.

It all seemed too normal, she had recalled - after. All too perfectly stereotypical. Bulk with a Sandwich halfway devoured in his mouth, Skull anxiously cracking up at some joke he had made. Jason, Zack Trini and Billy just about to walk over to her table, food trays in hand, Billy pushing his glasses up with his one finger, balancing his tray with some effort, Zack with a hand on Billy's shoulder, Jason and Trini with some dry joke at the tip of their lips.

The student populace humming and hawing as the sunny Californian afternoon passed them by. The machine at work.

BANG

A pause.

Muted conversation, followed by the turning of heads.

Then the front cafeteria door flew off its hinges.

A golden armoured- thing, face blue-like, eyes crimson, with dark, threaded hair of the beast.

A sword in hand.

Kimberly screamed.

Assailants poured out of the opening where the door formerly was, gangly men in grey? The first at the forefront spun on their heels, seemingly questionable in their motive.

Some sort of dance forte?

But the warrior in gold, moved first in the midst of them, a slow stalk, single minded in his intention.

And let loose a mad roar.

Kimberly screamed again, twice this time, covering her ears with her hands, more in a mistaken attempt to cover her own mouth out of sheer horror. She screwed her eyes shut.

"Kimberly, move!" A voice to her right shouted

"Jason, no!"

This time she jolted her eyes open at the sounds of her friends- friends? voices. Zack was caught in the scramble of moving bodies, trying to sound something out as the men in grey threw dining tables at walls and jumped on stools by the juice bar. Billy stood as frozen as ice, Trini was on the floor, and Jason was shouting, trying to get people to stop stepping over each other-

A rumble sounded. The world moved as if caught in a giant's hand.

She felt her stomach lurch, as if caught in an invisible stretch.

She blinked again.

The still sound of machines whirring, and her own voice, still caught in a scream.

"Kimberly!" Trini was at her side this time, shaking her shoulder roughly and holding her, dried tear marks under her eyes.

"GREETINGS,"

Her and Trini's head shot up, out of the corner of her eye she idly spotted Zack, Jason and Billy standing side by side looking up at a glass canister, their features settled into shock.

It was a fucking giant ghostlike head.

"Aye-yi-yi-yi-yi!"

And at that point Kimberly lost it.

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"So what are you trying to say," Jason questioned, brow furrowed with confusion

"It is what is apparent, not what is being said," The voice in the case resounded, a humanlike visage peeking through opaque glass. "Proceed to the Viewing Globe,"

Behind them, a spherical object glowed and one by one started to broadcast images. One image stuck out more than the others.

"The THING!" Kimberly yelped, pointing a shaking finger at the screen. The teens converged over her and stared at the image of a winged, golden-armoured figure trouncing through what looked like the remains of Angel Grove High School's cafeteria. Not a human soul was left in the dining hall. The image shifted again, this time a video of panicked pedestrians being accosted by stringy-like grey outfitted, humans?

Human-like.

"Why did you bring us here," Jason whispered softly, his back turned away from the disembodied head.

"I simply wanted to ask, what would you do?" The voice resounded once again

"What would I do? What kind of question is that? If you-" This time Jason was angry, turning to face the Face.

"What would you do, if you had the POWER," the voice boomed this time, resounding throughout the cave, and causing the teenagers to step back. The voice nodded this time, before issuing a set of commands to the robot-like specimen that stood off towards the side of the room.

"Behold, your world," The voice spoke once again, this time staring at the individual expressions on each of the teenagers' faces. "Alpha, pinpoint: Scale -03019191"

The "Alpha" robot, motioned over to the back wall of the room, to the backdrop illuminated by a number of single lights scattered across a black screen, seemingly in random order.

"Conquered worlds," The voice boomed yet again, barely visible eyebrows indicating he was staring straight ahead at the black screen. One light fluttered after another, almost as if at his command. "Scale -0394948, Scale -03338393," he spoke; reading off unseen locations on a colossal map.

"Root 50a2," "Scale -0393939"

The screen focused on a single blinking dot this time, it blinked off and on at a heartbeat's pace.

"Yours." The voice resounded, "Planet Earth."

Trini spun around, shaking. Billy was looking at his belt oddly, touching a rectangular-shaped object pinned to the forefront of his waist. Zack started, before looking down at his waist as well, the same object looming at him.

"MORPHERS," The voice sounded. Across the room, the "Alpha" robot was busying itself with several buttons on a mechanism, working them in the same way one would work a computer. A screen adjacent to them flashed and began to flash still-lined luminescent images in the shape of-

"The ancient creatures you know as dinosaurs."

The teens watched the screen, their gaze fixed, before Zack, taking Jason's lead, shook his head and yelled at the head in the case,

"Who are you man? You don't know the first thing about us and THIS is the kind of crap you pull?"

A pause.

"I AM ZORDON," the voice slowly spoke "I AM AN INTERDIMENSIONAL BEING DRIVEN TO THE CAUSE TO DEFEAT THE TIDES OF EVIL THAT INTERFERE IN THE UNIVERSE,"

"YOU-" Zordon spoke roughly this time, as if holding back no punches "-HAVE BEEN SELECTED TO FORM AN ELITE TEAM TO PURGE THE FORCES OF EVIL,"

"ALSO KNOWN AS THE POWER RANGE-"

"Naaaaah," Billy wiseguyed.

Everyone looked at him, Billy started chuckling to himself, under his breath, then he looked around at everyone with his arms widespread.

"I mean, it's obvious I'm dreaming," he said, rolling his eyes. "See, I knew I shouldn't have warm milk before bed, I started looping, then I start snoring-"

"Billy, snap out of it," Jason snapped, looking at him worriedly, he then stared at Zordon and then Alpha, bug-eyed. "We're leaving this room in the next 60 seconds." When no one moved he yelled,

"Zack!"

"Y-Yeah," Zack replied

Trini held herself, on the brink of crying. Kimberly, still in shock looked back at the viewing globe, trying to catch the images of the assailant, no, monster she had seen only minutes prior alongside the frantic, terrified faces of the Angel Grove High School populace. Billy, with a grin wide on his face, tried to catch the eye of everyone around him. It didn't work.

'The Power Rangers', Jason thought in his head, recalling the voice's words, hand on the metallic object attached to his belt as he turned his back on the communication centre and walked towards a concaved hole in the wall that all but proclaimed itself as the exit.

"If you had the POWER," the voice lingered in his thoughts

He walked toward the light.

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Deep in silence, the Lord Zedd pondered. The throne that anointed him stood against the back of the cave, resembling the silver metallic protrusions that encased his ribs. Sinew-wrapped metal pulsed to the rhythmic sound of the inner workings of machine gears underneath the cave.

It wasn't war that he relished, but pure battle.

To see Zordon make his first move, the relinquishing of his pawns to the hungry maw of the queen.

To his queen.

And to see the power of the morphing grid in effect, bestowing its chosen gladiators with the power of nature.

But only of this world's nature.

He'd watched it time and time again, rescue squadrons - the ablest of the men, infantry troopers, to special forces veterans being called in to serve at the Zord's behest.

For Lord Zedd knew rangers, of this world and the next, knew how they could be corrupted at the seams, and once those coins fell into their hands, once they found out there were more of them-

It wasn't monsters they would have to fight. It was their own humanness. They had no place in the realm of the beast, he knew, no place in any of its manipulations and its intimacies- its secrets. For he was Lord Zedd, the truest Emperor of Evil, it was his mark to bring a blight upon the eyes of man and bring the worlds to their knees.

Let Zordon bring his little flowers to the battlefield, for even with their pubertal potential, and the childlike behests of lightning granted to them because of this, the morphing grid would still be his, along with the might of the dinosaurs.

And if Lord Zedd knew only one thing it was this:

Humans weren't meant to live, they were meant to serve.

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It appeared more as a flash of light and then as a blur of fists and kicks, before the dust settled and the illuminous mesh-like suit became more apparent. It was the helmet that stirred Jason's stomach, pulsating anxiety replaced by confusion and outright fear.

It was Trini- he had little to no time to confirm that in the midst of combatting jumping grabs and headlock attempts, from the grey crazed assailants.

It was Trini.

But... the mask. Teeth-like protrusions jetted out from the sides of the black visor where the naive amber eyes could normally be seen. A uniformed, cold air had replaced the normally stumble-footed sixteen-year-old's aura, almost as if the helmet shut out any attempts at reading her once subtle body-language.

The mask tribal in its utterance, diamond-like palettes mimed the centre of her chest, alongside the boundary of cuffed gloves and boots. A silver-porcelain mouthpiece sat below the visor, which made Jason immediately think of the marble statues he saw at school trips to the museum.

Yellow.

But all Jason could think was-

TIGER.

A held stance, notions of Wushu Kung Fu coming to Jason's mind, then-

BANG!

A high kick at the initators neck, causing it's head to snap back, it's hands flailed as it met the floor, numb, and stayed there.

WHAP!

A front-flip turned into a hammer kick that caught the back of another assailant's head, they fell to the floor in a heap of limbs.

And then it seemed that Trini was everywhere and nowhere at once, flipping bodies over, grabbing heads for a throw, spinning into roundhouse kicks, striking with gloved fists and palms.

Jason could only watch as the assault on the grey members was dealt out with swift and violent precision. The alien feeling in his gut changing to one of fear, awe and then trepidation. As if something was about to happen-

BANG!

Trini reeled back as a armoured leg caught her midriff and sent her onto her knees.

A winged humanoid strode forward, gold in appearance, sword in hand, black hair matted and unkempt, this time with an equally odd battle-helm positioned on the top of its head. A face from nightmares.

He seemed to weigh his sword in two huge hands then, fingers of his right hand clasped around the hilt, his left hand balanced under the dangerously sharp edge of the sword itself; judging them.

He then nodded, as if in the sanctity of that second he had come to a decision.

He approached Trini, sword-point held downward, claws enclosed around the pommel, executioner style, seemingly ready to impale her at the neck.

The humanoid pulled his weight back, momentum at the ready, time slowed. Jason mouthed something-

And his vision began to shift, the object on his belt vibrating with urgency.

And all he saw was red.

Trini watched Jason perform a karate chop before. Focus, he said it was about, not physicality.

But this one made him seem like a outright liar.

She shakenly got to her feet and watched as the red figures' gloved hand met the blade at a direct angle. Not a flinch in Jason, not one.

The golden armoured beast blinked, once.

The two powers remained at a stand-still, motions locked into place.

"Heh, red then?" The beast spoke.

The sun reflected off of Jason's black visor, it's helmeted visage unmoving, unindicative of any emotions he might be feeling. Any thoughts that might be going through his head.

Then-

Jason kneed the dark-haired brute in the nether regions.

The golden warrior reeled back then, stumbling, sword still in hand, fiendish demeanour all but cracked.

"Just checking," Jason said, all but a hint of humor carried undertone and through the unbelieving ears of Billy, Zack and Kimberly.

The golden warrior picked himself up from one knee, almost comically swaying back and forth, attempting to regain his balance. He wheezed once before holding his arms out in front of him; widespread.

"Got jokes, huh?"

Jason resumed stance, Trini at his side.

"Let's see," The beast uttered gutturally, charging at the red and yellow figures.

Black and Blue boots aimed at the winged humanoid's back, each one corresponding with a solid thud. The beast fell back again, but not before a pink blur launched itself at his chest with an airbound kick.

This time the winged creature fell on his back, looking confusedly around, before his eyes settled on the transformed figures of pink, blue and black. The five stood together, unsteady in their co-ordination, but with something that caused the sword-carrying monster to look at them with unease.

Under scarlet eyes, the beast revealed his teeth. Jagged canines much too big to curve into anything resembling a grin. Then he spat and steam rose from the saliva that hit the ground.

"The Power Rangers, huh?"

"HAVE AT YOU THEN!" Goldar bellowed, thumping his chest before charging.

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