Green With Evil: Power Rangers

Chosen

Home; not exactly a place where Jason felt all that comfortable crawling back to and that was before the Saturday incident. The first person that'd bombard him as soon as he so much as rotate that silver doorknob would be his father.

The last thing he wanted was to make it 7-0, and further damage his pride even more.

Not that it stopped him before though. With no choice, Jason inch's his left shoulder up against the doorframe and quickly twists the doorknob around. Yanking the door open, he scurried on inside, shutting the door back in from the inside. A moment came about to recollect himself, breathing ever so kindly as he took ahold of the handle again and locked it.

And then....disappointment washes right over him the instant he turns around. The sight of his parents, Sam and Beverly Scott on the couch watching the news on the prison break, yet their eyes directed over at him walking in gave him away. Didn't help that Sam was the first to notice him, pressing down on the remote so the blue light reflected across his face from the TV dissipates away.

All that was visible now was the stoic anger in his eyes. Stealth and misdirection failed Jason once again.

"Before you ask", Jason starts off. "I lost track of time."

"There's a clock on your cell phone", Sam had to reiterate, annoyed at how smug he passed on that statement.

"Don't think I know that? It died out."

Sam is left shooting up to his feet, hands massaging his face and then perched in his hips. The inability to stand still hinted to most of his frustration.

"I thought we agreed, son: 7PM on the dot. Here I am, prancing around the TV like an angry honey-badger tearing my hair out hoping you're ok and then I come to see you sneak in, unscathed, perfectly fine."

Taking note of the ankle monitor strapped tightly around his leg, popping out like swollen puss from a popped pimple, that only aggravated the father even further.

"And is that ankle monitor busted? It should've went off afterwards."

Jason started off simple, not intending on sticking thick and thin to the fib that would've come out of his mouth. "It was just, the guys and me......."

But then, his mind immediately rushed him back to the ship, back to war, back to reality, back to the ugly truth: that maybe he isn't as good as a hero as he wasn't as honorable a brother or family member or friend. Every word that Zordon said was ringing through to him by the second and it made him physically sick.

Ambition had gotten its hooks into him bad, ever since the day he started doing this.

All it did was give Sam the chance to talk back. "So you're telling me somebody hacked it."

"Well, I'm not saying I did it."

Sam was left growling silently underneath his breath. It's like Jason was actively trying to piss him off nowadays, constantly staying out, barely making conversation with him, even flat out ignoring him from time to time. While nowhere near as consequential as the largely obscene prank that landed him in Saturday detention to begin with, the deception and disrespect was real, from the moment he woke up to the instant he walked out the door and the second he comes back home late.

"Ever since you started hanging with those other kids, you been more irresponsible than before. That's probably why they're still in detention with you."

"Well, maybe it's because they understand me better than you ever will."

"So what: all my decisions can go to hell then?!"