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"Courage turns to Cruelty, Fighter to Sorceress.
Commander to Mercenary, Artist then Destroyer, Spirit turns Killer.
Honor fades to Thievery, Healing gives Pain, Heart to Hate.
Knowledge uses Torture, and Light turns to Darkness.
The Rainbow falls Dark and uses the Power of Light to Energize.
Chaos engulfs the universes.
Many will fight the Dark Rainbow, all will fail.
The Rainbow rules supreme."
Justin stared at the prophecy, then sighed and picked up one of the markers next to his binder, absently doodling in the margins. He glanced at what he'd drawn and sighed. "Red, Yellow, Blue, Black, Pink, Green, and Purple. The Rainbow."
He'd figured out long ago that the Rainbow meant the Power Rangers, and that the prophecy was about a group of Rangers turning evil. He guessed that the capitalization was important. Most likely it gave clues to the identities of the Dark Rangers. Unfortunately he was still no closer to figuring out the entire prophecy than he had been when he first discovered it in the Power Chamber not long after he'd become a Ranger.
He flinched at the thought of the Power Chamber. It had six months since its destruction, three since he'd last seen the other Rangers. Storm Blaster had stopped by once, but it was only to tell him it had to leave. He was grateful for the goodbye at least, though it still hurt to think they'd all left him.
He closed his eyes in pain. They weren't the only ones that had left. Dean Stewart had given up trying to be a parent a month after Storm Blaster left, dropping him off at Little Angels' Haven. He'd been expecting it for awhile now, though it still hurt. Mr. Stewart wasn't his real father, just Foster Father #6. Now he was back up for adoption as Justin McKenzie. He'd hoped the Stewarts would be his final home, but it seemed he was destined to be a ward of the state.
With a growl of frustration, he jumped to his feet and grabbed his rollerblades. Skating had always helped to clear his head. As usual, he didn't bother with any gear. He'd never cared enough about getting hurt to worry about it. He just hoped the fresh air would do him some good.
Justin stopped at a park bench to take off his rollerblades and air his feet. Without warning, a group of Quantrons appeared. He fought them off as best he could, but was overwhelmed a few minutes later. They vanished in a flash of light, taking Justin with them.
Justin fought the restraints that held him, but was held down tight. His head shot up at the sound of footsteps, and he tensed.
"Relax." the monster told him. "I am a friend."
"If you're the one who kidnapped me, then there's no way in hell you're a friend of mine!"
It seemed amused. "Divatox never mentioned you had a foul mouth."
"Divatox? You're *definitely* not my friend!"
It smiled thinly. "Then we'll just have to change that won't we?"
~Staring at the smoking rubble that had once been his apartment building. He started forward, only to freeze at the sight of a decapitated hand. A gold wedding band wrapped around one finger, its sparkle dulled with blood. Another held the amethyst ring they'd saved so hard to give her as a present on her last birthday.~
Justin went deathly pale. "No!" he choked.
~Grabbing desperately for the person being led away from him, tears welling in his eyes.~
"Stop it!"
~Confusion when they said they were leaving. They said it was time for them to move on. He'd assumed they meant from being Rangers. It wasn't until a month had passed with no word from any of them that it had finally dawned on him what they really meant.~
~Banging against the outer doors. Blasting noises. The doors coming open, and waves upon waves of Piranhatrons going through. He tried to fight them. Felt the injuries, his ribs bruised and body aching. ~
~Standing up in the ruble, staring dismally at the remains of what had once been the closest thing to a home he'd ever had. Watching the space shuttle take off, and realizing quite suddenly that he was completely alone. Everything he'd had was gone.~
More memories overwhelmed him. They played through his mind for hours, slowly twisting the truth into something else. Finally they stopped and he sagged in his chair. His eyes snapped open and he broke his restraints with ease. When he stood, he was not who he had been. "I am Zeus." he declared.
The monster bowed. "I am Vengeance. I serve you with pride, Lord Zeus."
Zeus looked at him. "Gather the Dark Rainbow." he said coldly, his eyes icy.
"As you wish." Vengeance answered with another bow, hiding a smile of satisfaction.
Rita Repulsa stared in amazement at the notice that had just been delivered to her castle. "Zeddy!" she shrieked. "Zeddy, come quick!"
"What is it now, woman?" Lord Zedd grumbled as he came in.
"The Blue Ranger's fallen! The Dark Rangers are being called to arms!"
Zedd looked startled. "The Blue Ranger? Which one?"
"The Blue Turbo Ranger!"
"That shrimp?" he asked skeptically.
"He's not so shrimpy anymore. Vengeance is serving him."
"Vengeance?! Goldar! Get in here!"
"Yes, my Lord?" Goldar rumbled.
"Summon Scorpina at once. The Dark Rangers are gathering!"
Goldar bowed, trying to hide his surprise. "As you command, my Lord."