Green With Evil: Power Rangers

Distraction, pt. 2

Just like Friday night, the scorpion tail was hard at work; its combined force with enough pressure ready to squeeze the ribs and crush the ligaments of any Ranger that came into contact with her. Zack got the short end of the stick at the prison....

Billy wasn't so lucky today.

He found the 17 centimeter long barb excruciating for him to free himself from. Simply banging his fists against the stinger skin only forced Aubrey to tighten her grip around his abdomen and ribs even further. Billy is left squealing in agony, for even a mere mortal gifted with enhanced durability isn't immune to all implications of pain and punishment.

Jacob took great delight in watching this but took even more in making the next move, as he intended with the next swing with his golden sword. Spotting his opening though, all Billy could do was bent as far back as he could, narrowly avoiding the liquidized golden tip of the blade and then grab the tip of the handle.

With this leverage, he simply takes Jacob off the ground, weapon in hand and chucks him flat on top of his sister. It releases her grip and frees Billy from the scorpion tail, allowing him to quickly distance himself from the two using the nearest trees in front of him as leverage for stability once he reached them.

He's left reaching for his ribs, messaging them both to check for any cracks amidst the jump on him.

"Enough! The two of you, just stop! Let me get my piece in and we'll talk this out, ok?!

Unamused, they were. Why would he have the right to explain himself? Why SHOULD he have the right to do such a thing after what he's done, the twins thought alike. They had a right to be vile, to be frustrated and angry at Billy. But the means of doing it, with what he was left on Friday? He really didn't want to go through with that again.

And once more, it showed.

Once again, a silver of fear had found him once again. It spoke to him in its cackling voice, telling his legs to go weak, his stomach to lurch and his heart to ache. Billy could recall his mother telling him every once in a while that there was nothing to fear but fear itself.....and yet he could not silence its voice. Adrenaline flooded his system like it's on an intravenous drip - right into his blood at full pelt.

The thought of his heart exploding was quite an extreme.

His body only wanted one of two things: run fast for the hills or work to find weaponry. But his mentality worked against that and his mind spoke for him: instead, he stood right where he was.

"Jacob. Aubrey. I know why you're doing this.....and you have every reason to be angry. I took someone very important away from you and I spent many nights wishing I could take back everything that went down. It's already a challenge being autistic but this?", Billy was already left nodding his head in defeat, getting emotional over the fault he committed. "Your dads death is on my hands and mine ALONE. My friends have absolutely nothing to do with this; I'm the one that you want. Just....know I take full responsibility."

Billy, intended to be the peacemaker here, tried to talk the two of them, the humanized side of the twins he felt he ruined. He knew full-well it probably wouldn't work but the attempt didn't hurt. While cautious in not giving away his identity, the two refused to budge as they already know who he is and given this piss poor attempt at sympathy from a man who they didn't see as worthy of the term, it actively pissed them off even more.

"You're right, Cranston. It was your fault. Your major incompetence stole our innocence. After that accident you caused, they.....this town abandoned both of us."

"It was like we were invisible. Everything we did after that, we did to survive. Now we've been offered the one thing that's been denied to us all our lives: Power: real, pure, raw, unadulterated power. And in exchange...."