Something I found on Facebook

I found this on Facebook. Apparently, back in 2013 I wrote the prolonged to a Power Rangers fan fiction that I never followed up on. It may have been what inspired the story I wrote about a Machine Empire apocalypse. I don't know. Still, it's pretty bloody cool, so I figured I'd share it with you guys.

Angel Grove -

 

Smog fills the warm air, as bits of sunlight peer through. From what can be seen, it's almost dusk. A lone woman walks through the rubble of what used to be the Park/DeSantos Martial Arts Academy. She squats down and pulls away some of the rubble, finding what appears to be a journal. The cover reads My Life as a Power Ranger. She picks it up, flips to the last page that has writing, and begins reading.

 

It's been ten years since the invasion and people still ask me where I was when they took over the world. They ask me how I reacted to the invasion. They ask me if I would have fought, had I been able to do so. Every time, I lie. I was in Stone Canyon, visiting my uncle. I was really in Angel Grove, having drinks with the old team. I was terrified. I was actually excited about getting back into the action. I would have fought, if I could. They're too powerful, though. I fought harder than I've ever done before.

 

People don't realize how hard it is to sit back and watch the world burn. I can't do anything, though. I'm paraplegic and the morphing grid is pretty much destroyed. I don't know if anyone is still fighting the good fight, or even cares to try. I don't know if anyone has kept the slightest bit of hope. I'm just unsure about ti all. I've been unsure about everything, since they first came back. I thought that the Z-Wave took out their leaders and Tommy's special force took out their generals. I guess that the only thing in life that's certain is that evil will always exist. It doesn't matter how hard we try, because evil will ALWAYS exist.

 

It's funny that I'm so cynical. I was always one of the more positive rangers. I remember morphing at a time when I was almost certain that morphing would kill me. I remember leading ten rangers against a group of aliens, and never doubting our ability to win. There was actually a time, before I was a ranger, when I fought some alien foot-soliders. Fear and doubt weren't even in my vocabulary, as far as I was concerned. Now I see the truth, though. Now I see that the Power Rangers were never anything more than bandages on a terminal wound.

 

If Zordon were still alive, I'd look him in the eyes and curse his name. He sent us to die. He knew that we'd get addicted to fighting evil and wouldn't stop, until evil ceased to exist. Even when we transfered our powers to the others, we still fought the good fight. We've all done missions, since then. Tanya used the yellow Zeo powers to fight evil forces in Africa. Kat stopped a giant sea monster from destroying Sydney, with the pink Zeo powers. Tommy's done a little bit of everything, including creating his own team of rangers. Every other ranger has done more, as well.

 

The power abandoned us, though. It abandoned us just like Zordon did. Dimitria was a horrible leader, but Zordon obviously didn't care. She let the command center get destroyed and almost got our replacements killed. One of the biggest alien invasions, in the history of the universe, was stopped by a group of teenagers who had no mentor. Zordon had to die, and that was it. I wish that I could go back in time and 

 

Seeing that nothing else has been written, the woman closes the journal and puts it in her messenger bag. She takes a moment to shed a tear, and then begins to walk away from the crumbled remains.