A\N: Don't know why I'm writing it. Hope you like.
Tommy has no illusions.
He was evil. He was one of the forces of darkness. He was the first of Earth's warriors to be turned.
He pretends he doesn't remember. That he doesn't know who he killed, what he did.
But he does.
He remembers Rita's mind invading his. He remembers being driven insane.
The dark side was so easy. Slipping into it was a shock, at first. He'd been unable to do anything but lay on his bed and cry. It still makes him feel a little ashamed to admit it.
Then it took over.
The feelings were impossible for him to describe. As he got older, he named them: pain, frusteration, rage. But there was always one he couldn't name.
And another he didn't want to.
Joy.
It's the same joy that comes when the rest of the darkness does. Oh, it still haunts him, just late at night, when he's alone, when no one can see.
Once it haunted him while the kids could see. He'd blown them off, gone to Haley, and seduced her. It had made a good enough distraction, and the joy had filled him at the way he used her.
But when he'd woken again, an hour later, it had frightened him.
Zordon had reassured him once. Said that other Rangers were turned evil. That it wasn't going to hurt him anymore.
Tommy wonders, sometimes, if Zordon always knew he was lying.
He was evil.
And it felt...good.