Disclaimer: I do not own anything having to do with the Power Rangers (who now belong to Saban again!). I use them for my imgaination and reminders of the years of my childhood that I wish I had back. Power Rangers forever!

P.S. The general plot was not my idea, either. This is a request from BellaVision.

Prologue

He breathed heavily as he hid in the dark shadows of a wall. He couldn't stay in one place for very long otherwise they were sure to catch him. Taking off seconds after he had stopped, he zoomed down a dark, long hallway in the fortress. He made a sharp left and ran down the stairs just before a dark creature and its minions appeared.

In a raspy deep voice, it ordered, "Find him. Whatever it takess." The minions ran off in search of their prey.

He rounded another corner as soon as the lead minion appeared. Spotting him, the minion led the others after the human they were hunting. They chased him down the hallway before something exploded in front of him. When the fire disappeared, he forged ahead, hoping to lose some of the creatures in the smoke. He looked back and saw some pieces of the rock ceiling falling, and yet they were still pursuing him with no signs of giving up. A bright light appeared in front of him, telling him that he was at the end of the tunnel. On the other side was nothing but the bright sun and open jungle. Just as he reached the end, another, larger explosion occurred, throwing him from the mouth of the cave and his body against a large palm tree. His spine screamed in pain as it hit the rock-hard trunk and he fell to the ground. Dust clouded around him making it hard for him to breathe. He had been in worse situations before, and he was sure that he would survive this one.

Tommy Oliver stood up, his body covered in dirt and dust and quickly looked around. Not seeing anyone, or thing for that matter, he took off running, hoping that he would be able to get away as far as possible before those, those, freaks, showed up again.

He ran through the dense jungle as fast as his legs could carry him. He could feel the island shaking as various explosions went off all around it. It was self-destructing and he had to get off of it and off of it fast.

Out of nowhere, two dark creatures jumped him and knocked him to the ground, forcing him to loose his breath. He felt something sharp and hard stab him on the the left side of his stomach and clutched it in pain as he stood back up. Looking around, he saw that he was surrounded. He quickly got into a fighting stance and waited for someone to charge him. Soon enough, the leader of the group came running at him with everything it had. Tommy quickly kicked it in its chest and sent it flying a couple of feet back. The rest charged him hoping to overtake him. Too bad the poor creatures didn't have any clue about Tommy's past as a legendary Power Ranger.

He was easily winning as he usually did. What did you expect? Minions weren't hard to fight when he was part of the first Power Ranger team seven years ago and they weren't hard to fight against now.

Somehow one of the things sneaked up on him and threw him backwards into the grip of two others. The same one that had thrown him back came up and kicked him hard in the stomach, sending Tommy flying back only to hit another large palm tree. He fell to the ground like a stone and tried to stand up. The pain in his side was too much to bare. It felt like a knife had been plunged into his side and was twisting around to make the hole even bigger and the pain more unbearable. Several of the monsters soared towards him with the intention of landing on top of him. Acting on instinct, he rolled out of the way, narrowly escaping the creatures. He leaped to his feet when he had a second where he wasn't being attacked and continued to fight. It reminded him of the days when he was younger and he was fighting monsters alongside his best friends. Granted, he wasn't as nimble as he used to be, nor was he as fast, but somehow he battled against his own pain and continued to fight.

A mine from behind him went off and threw himself and the minions forward onto the ground. Tommy recovered quickly knowing that it would only be a matter of seconds before the creatures went back after him and a couple of minutes before the island would blow up.

He ran towards the edge of the island and stopped at the edge. The cliff was sheer and Tommy could see the waves crashing over the sharp rocks below. He took a glance behind him and saw the creatures closing in on him.

The ground started shaking and he could tell that there was going to be another explosion; a big one at that. Sure enough, flames erupted behind the minions, sending them flying to the ground. Taking a leap of faith, he jumped into the bright blue water below just as the flames reached the spot Tommy had been standing only a few moments before. All along the coast, multiple fires erupted and Tommy could feel the heat. The water came rushing towards him and Tommy hoped that the fall wouldn't kill him. He went into a perfect diving form and braced for impact. He landed gracefully in the water and swam back up to the top for some air.

Tommy watched as the island destroyed itself. It looked like an atomic bomb had been dropped and was now exploding. The fire formed a mushroom cloud and Tommy had to shield his eyes from the light so he wouldn't go blind.

He uncovered his eyes after a minute and raised his arm up to his mouth. Pressing a button, he said, "H, I'm ready to be picked up now."