Power Rangers RPM: Dillon x Reader

Chapter 1: The Road To Corinth

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Picture above does not belong to me and neither does Power Rangers RPM as much as I wish it did!

Y/n's POV

"Haha!" Flynn cries in triumph as his last striped pool ball goes in.

"Beat that Y/n!"

"Oh don't worry, I will!" I retaliate taking position.

"Oh come on, you have two more solids plus the eight ball, there's no way you're winning this. Hey guys!" He yells over to Summer and Scott who are having a quiet conversation on the counter. The two rangers look over to us with amusement when they realize what's going on.
"You better get a video of this! The first time in all of history that Y/n has lost in pool!"

I laugh at his over dramatic scene and bend down squinting my eyes slightly so I'm level with my last two balls. Taking aim I test the smoothness of my cue then take a deep breath as the other three study me in anticipation, excited to see if I will in fact be defeated in a game of pool for the first time ever. Just as I'm about to release Dr. K appears on the flat screen tv in the living room. Straightening I rush to the room as Finn wines about Dr. K ruining the moment.

"What do you need doctor?" Scott asks as he comes rushing in with the others.

"There's a disturbance in sector five, two survivors were able to make it passed Venjix's defenses. Unfortunately, in order to allow them in we had to lower the shield making us vulnerable-"

"We've got it Doc, we'll be there right away." I say knowing all too well that time is of the essence.

Sprinting into the game room I pick up the cue and hit the white ball. Within seconds both of my solid balls are in a pocket along with the eight ball. Ignoring Flynn's cry of protest and defeat I run out to the garage climbing onto my f/c motorcycle.

"How did you do that?!" Flynn asks in outrage.

"A magician never tells her secret." I respond with a mischievous smile.

Before Flynn can make up excuses for his defeat I rev my engine and punch it out of the garage the others following closely behind.

Dillon's POV

"I'm alive! We made!" Zig yells excitedly, grabbing my shoulder.

I glance off into my mirror still annoyed by his presence when I notice something strange. There's a glint of metal shining through the glass blinding me followed by loud whirring of gears.

"Not yet we aren't!" I quickly glance behind me and notice a large group of monsters strutting through the door with their eyes locked on my car. I look to Ziggy unsure of what to do and he gives me a helpless glance shrugging his shoulders in panic. Before he can possibly have another heart attack a new sound of shoes pierces the air.

I snap my head forward and see four figures creating a barrier between us and the machines. Each of them move into formation shoulder to shoulder allowing us to see their leather jackets glinting in the light, highlighting their respective colored patches on their backs.

"Ready?" The darker skinned boy with a small afro asks.

"Ready!" The other three respond with confidence.

"Rpm, get in gear!" They yell in unison following the same movement.

What the heck, who the heck does something like that in sync? Are we in some kind of tv show or something jeez. Who the heck are these people anyways?