Rangers Rise Again

Chapter Three: The Unknown Arrival

A figure stood overtop the city, looking down and taking in every detail of it. People walking by and stores being used day in and day out. The sky was clear of war ships and henchmen. This wasn't the first time the visitor had been on Earth. The structure and surroundings were all too familiar. This was just the first time he had seen it so peaceful.
  The alien, who portrayed a human like form like Orion, had been up top the roof for about a good half hour. The scene in front had caused levels of curiosity and temptation. To do what? That was to be determined. He knew exactly what to do, how to do it was the challenge. You see, I never said the guest was good. I never said the opposite. This was to be discovered in time.
  He was born within the alien race. However, he is not part of the royal family. His father worked for them and was soon eliminated. Who was he? Was he important? The only thing you need to know is that he was one of the last to go. His departure from the culture sadden many pupils. For he was more than a warrior. He was a true friend.
  Now that he's gone, his son was left to be in charge of his clan. Being the head commander's son was no easy task. Jumping from father to boss was like playing a character in a movie. He eventually found a way, but he could no longer worry about that. His future, his family, his soldiers rested on his shoulders. Letting the past get the best of him would cause trouble. The kind of trouble that would hurt them all.
  The scars of the day the army had fell ripped him apart. That torture like feeling burned within his very soul. His mind was corrupted with horrid thoughts as his heart turned cold. The darkness brought out the absolute worst in him. The last bit of innocence had finally withered away. Mercy would not be rewarded by him nor would it be tolerated in his presence. The only thing that even made the visitor seem human had been torched up in flames.
  The internal war was his only problem. Protective. Whenever he saw something or someone in such a position, he felt that he had to step up and take control. Or just be there for him/her. That was what he had to fight. Tussle. Overcome. The constant struggle between choosing a side drove him crazy. And truth be told, he never understood why he had to live with it.
  Without another glance, the alien had hopped off the building. The visitor pulled out a photo. With a tilted head, the picture revealed a certain group of kids. A pen had been inside the species' pocket as it was taken out. With the utensil ready, the warrior drew a few arrows. A teen with glasses, a young lady in pink, and the leather jacket wearing young man in the middle were marked. The last one made the head soldier squint his eyes. The smile was creepily spread across the face.
  The pen was tossed on the ground as the photo was placed back into the pocket. Call it what you want, but this alien was ready for a little...fun. Fully in sync with blending in with other humans, the newbie was headed for the store across from the beauty supply shop. It sold guns. The intentions remained hidden from others. No questions could be answered or solved with him even being in the conversation.