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<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><b><i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt">Disclaimer:
</span></i></b><i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt">I don’t own Power Rangers. They are Sabans. <o:p> </o:p> </span></i></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"> <o:p>
</o:p></span></b></font></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoTitle"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:
12.0pt"><b>A dark
blue past<o:p> </o:p> </span></b><br>
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:
12.0pt"><b>Eva<o:p> </o:p> </span></b></font></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoTitle"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:
12.0pt"><b> <o:p> </o:p> </span></b></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">A
young man dressed in blue walked by the cliffs. This was the
place where he always came if he had to think. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">And
the young man had a lot to think about. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">His
name was Billy Cranston and he was fifteen years old.<o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">And
the reason that he had came here, was to think of the events of
the last week. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">A
month ago he had been a normal boy, who had just started in the
freshman class of High School. Now he was a Power Ranger, the
blue one. He drove a giant machine, called a Zord, battled clay
creatures called Putties and he fought monsters.<o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">He
was thinking about these events, until he came to a certain spot.
<o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">There
his mind flashed back to time two years ago. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoTitle"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt"> <o:p> </o:p> </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt">***<o:p>
</o:p></span></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt">“Billy,
get away from that cliff over there. It’s not worth it. You
have too much to life for.” <o:p> </o:p> </span></i></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">It
had been the time that he had tried to commit suicide. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">His
mother had died a half year before in a car accident, his father
was lost in grief and worked the whole time. His father hardly
had any attention for his son. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">Plus
that on school his life was made miserable by some bullies. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">On
a evening in October he had decided it was enough. He had written
a “goodbye letter” to his father and friends and had
gone to the cliffs. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">He
had stood there for a long time. He never exactly knew what had
happened, but suddenly his friends had been there. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">From
what they later told him, Kimberly had gone to his house and had
found the letter directed to her and their other friends. After
she had read the letter she had directly called Trini, Jason and
Zack. Billy’s dad had been on his work. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">After
Trini, Billy and Jason had come she had read the letter out loud.
After everyone quickly had composed themselves and had taken
action.<o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">Zack
had volunteered to stay at Billy’s house and try to contact
Billy’s father. After that the other had figured out where
he would have gone and had come there. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">Billy
had stood on the point to jump, when he had heard Jason voice
call: <i>“Billy, get away from that cliff over there.
It’s not worth it. You have too much to life for.” <o:p> </o:p> </span></i></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">His
first reaction had been to listen to the voice, but then he
overcame that. He had turned around and said: <i>“Stay
there. There is nothing. My mother is gone, my father hardly sees
me and everyone makes fun of me at school. Stay back or I will
jump now.”<o:p> </o:p> </span></i></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">Trini,
Kim and Jason had stopped directly. He had turned around again.
Again preparing himself to jump, he had heard Kimberly’s
soft voice, choked with tears. <i>“Billy, please don’t
do this. Your father loves you. Maybe they make fun of you at
school, but we care about you. Who was it that always knew how to
cheer me up when my parents were getting divorced? That was you,
Billy. You always knew when you needed to be there for us. Now we
need there to be there for you. But please don’t do
this”.<o:p> </o:p> </span></i></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">While
Kim had been talking, Trini had approached Billy softly. Now she
wrapped her arms around him and gently pulled him away from the
cliff. Also her voice was choked with tears when she said: <i>“Billy,
I know you don’t want this. Come.” <o:p> </o:p> </span></i></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">After
those words he had burst out into tears. Trini pulled him further
away and sat down on the dirty ground. Billy sat down beside her.
Trini immediately had held the trembling teen in her arms. Kim
had sat down fast after that, also wrapping her arms around him.
Jason had placed his hand on his shoulder and all four the teens
had been crying.<o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">Soon
after a loud voice could be heard shouting. <i>“Billy,
Billy.”</i> <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">It
had been his dad, with Zack close behind. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">When
they had reached the huddled group, Billy’s father had
grabbed his son and held on if he would never let go again. <o:p> </o:p></span></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">The
other teens had drown together, trying to compose themselves a
little. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:
12.0pt">A
little while later, Billy’s father had looked up to them
with a tear-streaked face and had said: <i>“Thank you. You
don’t know how much this means to me.”<o:p></i> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">They had gone to Billy’s house, where his
father had called the other parents.<o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">When everything had calmed down a little, they had
sought professional help.<o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"> <o:p> </o:p> ***<o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">The young man’s mind
flashed back to the present. Not for the first time he wondered
what would have happened when his friends wouldn’t have been
there. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Suddenly the ground under him became lose and he
fell of the cliff. A whole bunch of rocks slid with him. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Falling true the sky, he started to feel the already
familiar tingles of teleportation, when a rock hit him on the
head and everything became black. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"> <o:p> </o:p> ***<o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p> </o:p> He woke up with an enormous headache and the
sound of soft blips in his ears. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">He tried to open his eyes. When he had succeeded in
that, he recognized his surroundings.<o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">It was the infirmary of the Command Center. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Soon Kimberly entered, with Alpha close behind her. <o:p>
</o:p></span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Kimberly had been training in<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>the medical
facets of Ranger hood since they had become Power Rangers.<o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Billy tried to sit up when she reached the bed, but
Kim said: <i>“I would try that yet. For you can sit up, I
want to run a scan to see if you’re okay.” <o:p> </o:p> </span></i></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Billy settled down while Kim did her scan.<o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">The scan said he had a large bump on the head, but
that he was other wise okay. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Then he got permission to sit up. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Managing that with a little bit help from Kim, he
asked: <i>“What happened and how long have I been
here?”<o:p> </o:p> </span></i></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><i><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“Well, I was here training with Alpha, when
a small alarm stared to go haywire. We saw on the Viewing Globe
what was happing and Alpha immediately<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>started to teleport
you here. Just when he got a hold of you, you were hit by the
rock. You were unconscious when you got here and Alpha and I had
to take care of you. You were out for about an hour. ” </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:
EN-GB"></i>Kimberly
told.<o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“And what about the others?” Billy wanted
to know. <o:p> </o:p> </span></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><i><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“I am gonna inform them now, but at first
this.”</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"></i> She lifted her hand and hit him softly on the
cheek. <i>“For scaring us so much again.”</i> <i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p>
</o:p></span></i></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Billy sighed while Kimberly activated her
communicator to contact the others. <i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p> </o:p> </span></i></font></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Things were as normal again.<i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></i></font></p><p>‚*
A dark blue past By Eva