Turbo: A Power Rangers Movie, Heather Ray [read ebook pdf TXT] 📗

make a quick exit, it's a lot easier to do it without someone right behind me."

Jason took a step away from his teammates, lifting his hand into the air. "Turbo Lightning Sword!" The razor sharp weapon obeyed his command, taking shape in his steady grip. "If I don't come back out after two minutes, Adam, you follow. And if neither of us come out after two more minutes, Tanya comes next, and so on. Understood?"

"Yes," came the unanimous, thought slightly hesitant, reply.

Jason smiled grimly beneath his crimson helmet. "Don't worry, guys; I've been in Dark Dimensions before. I'll be fine."

With those parting words, he held the Turbo Sword before his chest, and cautiously stepped into another realm of existence.

Looks like all

Dark Dimensions are foggy,

he mused, watching his feet disappear into the crawling vapors. However, unlike Rita's perfectly circular chamber, this dimension seemed more like an amorphous cavern, stretching into tunnels that made it impossible to see the entire realm from any given location.

Fortunately, he didn't have to look far to find the prisoner. "Tommy!"

The young man frenetically struggled against heavy chains, his frustrated grunts echoing in the near-silence of the cavern. He looked up at the sound of the familiar voice. "Jason!"

The Red Ranger hurried to the wall, staring wide-eyed at Tommy's red-rimmed eyes and fevered cheeks. "What happened?" he demanded.

"It was Zedd," he hissed through gritted teeth. "That son of a bitch sent me the letter!"

Jason's jaw hit the bottom of his helmet in pure, unadulterated shock.

Tommy nodded, affirming his best friend's silent astonishment. "He even admitted it! All this time…it was Zedd

!"

He then continued his struggles. "Jase, you gotta get me out of here! We have to get out of here before Goldar wakes up, and go find Kim!"

Jason had the presence of mind to raise the Lightning Sword to the iron links, smashing the chains in a flurry of sparks. He then held his arm out to Tommy, and helped his best friend to the ground. "What happened to Goldar? And Kim?"

Tommy smirked without humor. "Kim

happened to Goldar," he reported. "She knocked him cold with one hit." The distraught young man held out his arms as Jason pried the manacles that bound his wrists. "Jase…I showed Kim the letter," he murmured, his wry face suddenly crestfallen. "She freaked out, and stormed out of here. God, Bro…I'm scared

of what she might do!"

"For one thing, she blew Scorpina through six feet of wall," Jason reported, his own face darkening with worry. "If she's still so bent on revenge as she was on Muiranthias, then --"

"She'll go after Zedd," Tommy growled. Snarling in frustration, he pounded his fist into the unyielding wall. "Dammit!

She could get killed

!"

Jason clamped a steady hand on his edgy friend's shoulder. "Tommy, listen to me!" he ordered. "She's strong enough to hold her own against Zedd for a while…at least until we can back her up. She wiped the floor with Goldar and Scorpina."

Tommy shook his head furiously. "That's the problem! If she uses too much of the Flame's power, it'll eat her up from the inside. The Flame itself is killing her!"

He looked up, watery eyes staring into the opaque lens of his own helmet. "Jason, if we don't get to her in time, she'll wind up killing herself

."

Jason's jaw set, his confusion focusing into one clear objective. "Let's move, then. When we find Zedd, we'll find Kim."

Tommy nodded, running to the gold fissure as fast as adrenaline could push him. Jason was behind him, watching as his best friend passed through.

Once the pulse that indicated passage faded, the Red Ranger took a step forward.

At that instant, the fissure suddenly blinked out of existence.

Jason's raised foot stomped the misty floor. Obsidian eyes glared daggers into the form standing right in front of him, directly behind the spot the doorway used to hover. "I don't have time for you, Goldar!"

The Titan smirked viciously, waving his heavy long sword in one hand. "You want to join you friends, Human? Then you have to get through me."

Chapter One Hundred Five

Tommy nearly lost his footing as the rocky ground of the Dark Dimension gave way to the smooth stone of Lord Zedd's throne room.

He recovered his balance as his restless gaze swept the heroes that congregated around him. The questions came all at once.

"Tommy!"

"You okay, Dude?"

"Tommy, what happened?"

"What did they do to you?"

Tommy raised his hands, disregarding the flurry of worrisome words. "Guys, there's no time --"

A startled gasp from Katherine silenced him. "The doorway closed!"

Eyes widening with fresh a fresh dose of horror, Tommy whirled around. As the Pink Ranger indicated, the glowing gold energy portal had disappeared.

"What does that mean?" Tanya wondered.

Tommy swallowed to moisten his dry throat. "Goldar must've woken up." He turned around again, scanning the entire throne room. "The only way to open up a Dark Dimension is with a magical key. Zedd can probably do it with his powers, but Goldar uses his sword to open and shut the door. That might mean Scorpina does too."

Justin jerked his thumb toward the wide hole that gaped through six feet of solid rock. "Well, Scorpina's out there," he reported.

Tommy exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his head. "Then we have no choice: let's go."

The Rangers watched blankly as Tommy hurried to the large wrought iron doors leading out of the throne room.

"You mean… leave Jason behind?" Tanya murmured.

"Goldar has never been able to get the better of Jason, even without the Power," Tommy stated. "And I know for sure Goldar is the only other person in the Dark Dimension. Jason doesn't need our help."

He tilted his head to the ceiling, a storm of sickening fear making his skin cold. "But Kimberly does."

Chapter One Hundred Six

Despite the incredible energies swimming through both their strained bodies, their confrontation began with the power of their fists.

Kimberly unleashed her volcanic fury, her hands glowing with flames with each punch, and legs smoldering with each kick. Her high heels proved to be a menacing weapon, driving into skinless flesh or clanging against sterling exoskeleton in a frenzy. Her natural, well-honed agility, coupled with the supernatural grace the Flame afforded her, made her incredibly adept at hand to hand combat, even with three-inch spikes.

Her blurring speeds and wall-cracking blows were matched by Zedd. Still, the monarch found it more difficult meet her level of physical strength than he had anticipated.

Damn her luck, rousing me in the middle of my regeneration stage!

He seethed, keeping his forearms raised to bat away her furious legs. Under any other circumstance, she'd already be begging my forgiveness!

He blocked a punch, and dodged the follow-up roundhouse. Taking advantage of her nanosecond of imbalance, he plowed his knee into her kidney. When she doubled over, his fist caught her chin, throwing her into last table that hadn't

been shattered already.

Needless to say, the collision reduced the table, and all its arcane contents, into wasted puddles and shards of heavy stone.

The Emperor grimaced. This will cost me a fortune in rare potions. If I had the energy, I would have transported us to a less…flammable arena

…

His private chambers were a catastrophe, the floor covered with slick liquids that carried blazing flames across the entire room. The smoke would have been asphyxiating, had the Emperor required oxygen to breathe. The heat would've been torturous, had the Emperor not been born and raised on a planet that often exceeded three hundred degrees Fahrenheit

He glared coldly at the limp form covered in the remains of his last piece of furniture. "Concede, Kimberly," he barked, "I would rather not have to kill you."

Instead of discernible words, her response was a low, steady groan. The groan grew in magnitude, as the rubble began to shake. Her scream of outrage tore from her throat, as a blast of fiery energy threw the rock from her body, blasting chunks of stone into powder.

Lord Zedd watched as the Flame rose to her feet, a steady glare aimed right for him. "You won't get the chance to."

He snarled. The blow he had landed to her chin would have instantly snapped the neck of any human, and many other more sturdy species. The smoke would have choked any human, and the heat would have flailed the skin right from their bones.

Yet…the Flame fortified her with more power than any other human had ever possessed. She could withstand all the strikes he could deliver. She was in her element, surrounded by blistering heat and nearly blinding columns of smoke.

Still, there must be a limit!

he reasoned, tensing for renewed battle. Any moment, she will reach too

deep into the well of power…and then it will end.

She leapt at him anew, eyes flaring as she screamed her fury. The walls shook with the power of the blows exchanged, still Lord Zedd managed to evade most of them.

Most of them.

One particularly devastating close-fisted punch, smoldering with nearly blinding flame, smashed into his face.

Zedd grunted, falling onto his back at the force of the strike. Then, he felt the heat linger, as an odd liquid wet his jaw-line.

She melted my mask!

He realized in astonishment. His fingers traced the misshapen metal, as the melted ore began to congeal on odd patterns.

She smirked with fierce satisfaction as he rose to his feet again. In her Pink Ranger days, this would've been an opportunity for a snide remark. Only, she'd never been so outraged… so scared… in all her life. The pandemonium in her mind simply had no room for humor, even of the dark variety.

"This is no longer amusing,"

he hissed, the corner of his mouth visible beneath the disfigured mask. "If you do not stand down now, you will die today."

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