《Pink and Yellow - Trimberly》Chapter 1
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Trini sits on her bed, crossing her legs, and slowly traces her fingers along the side of her neck where the scar is that Rita Repulsa left behind a year ago. She gave Trini that scar which will forever haunt her. A year has passed after the 5 teenagers, known as the Power Rangers, defeated Rita and since then, Trini has tried her best to avoid them all. You could hardly call them a team anymore. She isolated herself thinking that maybe if she stayed away from her friends, she wouldn't do anything stupid to mess everything up again. Whatever Jason says, she knows it's her fault they almost failed. She knows it's her fault Rita killed Billy.
After shoving all the bad memories aside, Trini curls up in her blankets and lets sleep take over her body.
She opens her eyes and they are instantly met with green ones. They are glowing, emerald green, and filled with nothing but evil and hatred. Trini attempts to speak but is cut off by a hand grabbing her jaw. She knows exactly who it is. It's the famous Rita Repulsa hovering over her as she did a year ago. Rita uses her free hand and lifts her index finger to her own rough lips.
"Shhhhh, Yellow... it will all be over soon."
A whimper escaped Trini's mouth and with a snap of Rita's fingers, the scene shifted. Trini now is in the middle of a random road with unknown buildings on either side of the street. She looks down and gasped at the sight of three of her friends, who fought in battle beside her, laying on the ground lifeless in front of her. Jason, Billy, and Zack in their suits dead in the middle of the street. Trini looks up to find the Pink Ranger, without armor, being choked by Rita. Kimberly made eye contact with Trini, her eyes were full of fear. A single tear fell from Kimberly's eye as she mouths 'Help' to her best friend.
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Trini wanted to scream, to charge at Rita, to destroy her for hurting her friends but she stood there unable to move, helplessly watching as Rita unsheathes a green dagger and drives it straight through Kimberly's back, stopping her heart, and killing her. Rita takes a step back and lets the Pink Ranger drop to the ground. Trini is in tears. Still unable to make any movement or sound, she feels everything inside her break and fall apart.
Trini immediately jumps out of bed throwing the covers off her. Her clothes are stuck to her body and beads of sweat roll down her forehead. After a few minutes, she was able to slow her breath and rush into the shower. These nightmares are normal for her but she still isn't used to them. Who would be? She's had them ever since Rita attacked her but this one was worse than others. This one was so detailed and clear. She can remember every little thing as if it the terrible event happened seconds ago.
She dries herself with a towel and slips on some clothes, grabs her yellow bomber jacket, and starts walking outside to clear her head. After about 30 minutes of walking, the nightmare is still fresh in her mind. She starts sprinting, where, she has no idea. The Yellow Ranger just wants something to take her mind off of the bad dream for a minute. Just a minute. Still sprinting through the streets, a black car comes speeding at her. Trini throws her hands out in front of her instantly stopping the car leaving two dents where her hands were. She steps back from the vehicle, glances up, and freezes.
At the driver's side sat Kimberly Hart, eyes wide with the fear of hurting the Yellow Ranger. She slowly climbs out of the car and meets Trini's eyes.
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"Trini?..."
After a full year of Trini avoiding the Pink Ranger, this is how they meet up. Wow. The two girls stare at each other, never breaking eye contact.
Trini is the first one to break as she sprints in the opposite direction of Kimberly, ignoring the yelling of her name telling her to stop. Kimberly abandons her vehicle and chases after Trini. The Yellow Ranger feels every emotion and it's horrible. She feels relieved to know that Kimberly is safe and far, far away from Rita but also anger and sadness. She is keeps running as fast as her legs can take her and before she knows it, she takes a second to look at her surroundings to find the old goldmine where all of this mess began.
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A/N
This is my first time writing Trimberly fan fiction and pretty much anything on Wattpad. So hopefully it doesn't suck. 👍✌️
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