Power Rangers: Lightning Strikes ✔️

Chapter Twenty-Four: Memories and Dreams

Dean had been trapped in an old run-down house with nothing but his good pants and shirt. He looked at his brother who had been standing watch making sure that no one would be able to enter, nor would Dean be able to escape. However, Dean wasn't going to give up on his brother; he hated what Lucifer had done to them made him think that his little brother had been dead for years. Now here he was fighting on the wrong side, Dean tried to break himself free, but he was unable to.

"Sammy," says Dean. "You have to listen to me," he continued talking. "You aren't evil,"

"Dean," says Sammy as he entered the room. "Stop trying to convince me who I am," he continued. "I am where I'm meant to be,"

"No, you aren't," said Dean. "Come on Sammy, you can do it think back to all those times we've had,"

"Oh, you mean listening to Dad's orders. Hunting for things rather than working together? Or having a normal life?"

"Sammy," says Dean as he stared at his brother. Before he could say anything, Sammy blinked briefly as he looked at the amulet that was hanging around Dean's neck; suddenly, Sammy felt pain spread throughout his head as he was pulled into a flashback

It was Christmas time and Sammy was about eight years old while his older brother was around twelve years old. They had a small Christmas and with their father gone on a hunting trip, all they had was each other. Sammy had bought a necklace for his dad but knowing that he wasn't going to come back for a while, he looked at his older brother with sadness on his face.

"Where's dad?" he asked.

"He'll be here," says Dean. "He probably got held up," though Dean knew already there was no way his father wouldn't be home in time for Christmas. Sammy looked a small wooden box and handed it over to Dean.

"Here," says Sammy, "This is for you,"

"For me?" asks Dean. "Are you sure?" Sammy nodded as Dean politely took the box, opening it up he saw a small amulet attached to a leather cord, the necklace had strange markings on it and a face of what seemed to be of a man.

"Wow Sammy," says Dean in shock. "Thanks," he placed the necklace around his neck and looked at it.

"Do you like it?" asked Sammy.

"I love it," says Dean. "I will always cherish it and I'm never going to take it off,"

Sammy groaned slightly as he looked away from the necklace causing Dean to back track. The way Sammy reacted to the amulet he wore around his neck made him realize that he was trying to break free from Lucifer's control, but it didn't seem to work.

"Sammy?" questioned Dean.

The rangers were back at the bunker struggling to figure out what to do. Especially since their mentor and close friend had been taken by the enemy. Sean and Mark paced back and forth as the girls and Sam were watching them. Their necks were starting to cramp up and they hated that feeling. Tara couldn't take much more of the pacing and stood up.

"You guys," she said as she brushed a strand of her pink hair out of her face. "We can't sit around here and wait for an idea to pop up," she continued. "We have to do something,"

"How?" asks Sam who was also struggling with the thoughts of Dean being trapped somewhere or being tortured until he gave away the colt's location. "For all we know, Dean could have been hurt or worse killed,"

"Don't talk like that," says Mark who stopped pacing and crossed his arms. "Dean must be alive," spoke Mark. "We just can't figure out where he is,"

"Yeah," says Sean. "And he's lived through something like this before," he continued. "Dean is probably trying to find ways to stall for time,"

"You heard what he said," says Katrina. "he doesn't want us to get involved, he wants to do this himself,"

"This is ridiculous!" exclaimed Tara. As she stormed up the stairs toward her room.

"Where are you going?" called Mark.

"I'm going to take a nap!" Tara called back as the door to her room opened and slammed shut. She walked into her bedroom with a pink rug on her floor and a canopy bed stood just in the center of the room. Pulling her shoes off, she collapsed on her bed and fell asleep.

Tara found herself in a jungle surrounded by overgrown trees and bushes. She wasn't sure where she was, but she had a feeling that there was something here. She broke through the trees as she saw a boat sitting on the shore of the swamp, a man sat on one end of the boat holding a paddle. The man had a bandanna around his head as he looked at her, she gasped and saw that he only had one eye; the other was covered in an eyepatch.

"Well?" says the man in a deep voice "Are you going to get in?"

"Who are you? Where would you take me?" she questioned as she carefully climbed into the boat.

"To a place that can give you all the answers you seek," says the man as he started to paddle further through the water. Tara looked around at her surroundings and not but a few minutes in did the man bring her to a different shore one that was slightly rockier, the path before her was completely covered in grass and vines. She felt that something bad might happen in the area she was in.

"What does that mean?" she questioned.

"Further in you will find an old bunker, one that hasn't been used in years," says the man. "Allow your noble path to lead you to a mirror," he continued. "With that mirror you will find the answers you so crave,"

Without thinking, she stepped out of the boat as the man had vanished. Tara listened to what the man had to say and discovered a bunker that looked to be dated back to the 1940s. Suddenly, the vision around her changed as she found herself in an old room; on the wall she saw a mirror with beautiful designs on it. The boarder was made out of wood and the mirror glass looked brand new. She reached to touch it, but something stopped her.