Power Rangers - Soul Modifications

[ImportHenshin]

Power Rangers
Soul Modifications

This will be the official thread for my first fic, Power Rangers - Soul Modifications.

I'll be writing more chapters whenever I manage to finish one I think flows best. So, if you like, leave what you will and keep checking back for progression.

Any criticism and comments are accepted.

Episode 1
Chapter I


As Lee forced his left foot down on the clutch, the bottom of his black Adidas gripped the pivotal pedal and in a quick, in-sequence motion, he accelerated the wheels’ revolutions with his opposite foot while snapping his left foot from the clutch, sending his sleek, black Nissan 240SX S14 around the last tight bend. The finish line was just ahead of him, and there awaited the rest of his crew, Soul Mods, and the relinquishing sense of victory.

Now across the line, Lee slowed his car to a stop and pulled the keys from the ignition. The car continued to run due to its turbo timer. As he exited the car, he threw his black hood back from his head, revealing his shortcut, brown hair. The blue in his eyes had no longer been within shadow. The rest of his crew approached him with smiling faces, pleased to learn that they are still undefeated, despite the odds.

Eric moved his long blonde hair from his blue eyes and pushed it a bit into his blue hood as he grasped Lee’s hand, “Good job, man,” he said as he patted Lee on the back, “good job.”

“Baby!” exclaimed Michelle as she jumped on Lee, her beautiful, long, black hair covering his face. “You won more territory for Soul Mods!”

Lee pushed back Michelle's hair, gently caressing her cheeks as he looked into her blue eyes, “Thanks, baby,” he said, smiling, “I love you.”

“I love you too…” Michelle replied before the two shared a quick moment of affection, followed by a quick kiss.

“Would you two stop?” James asked as a smirk of humor echoed through his hardened jawline, “It’s our fifth win. That cute shit isn’t necessary.”

Lee let out a brief laugh as he let Michelle down to her feet from his arms. “What?! C’mon, man,” he began as he focused his attention towards James, “that run was down and you know it.”

James laughed, shaking his head and Lee’s shoulder, “I know, I know, it was decent, I’m just playin’, bro.”

A Toyota Supra Mark IV suddenly hurled around the last bend, tires screaming and smoking behind it. The darkness of night made the vehicle appear as black as the midnight sky, its true navy tint only shining in the scattered light. Pebbles and stones of gravel tossed down the cliff side of the bend as the machine navigated through the turn, its rear end hanging over the edge and tires grazing the point of pavement. Once the vehicle smoothed out from the sharp corner, it sped to the finish line and slid around a nearby light post, the front kit almost touching the circular, metal tubing. Now visible, the Supra was of a dark, “midnight-blue” color with wheels of white wrapped in black rubber.

After a few seconds of being idle, the car slowly crept towards Lee’s Nissan and the Soul Mods crew. The black-tinted, driver-side window of the Toyota crept down, revealing a well-dressed man with long, brown hair that had been pulled back into a pony tail. His eyebrows flexed in anger above his gray eyes and his mouth conveyed dissappointment. “Keep your land,” he stated, glaring at Lee, “I’ve got mine.” As the window crept back up, the Supra took off; sliding back up the bend it had just slid down.

“Skyler is pretty pissed he didn’t win our territory,” James stated as he watched the Supra disembark up the corner.

“I’d be pissed, too…” Lee replied, his arm gently wrapped around Michelle’s shoulders, “…but he wouldn’t have raced if he didn’t want the territory.”

“He deserves it…” Eric began as he started to walk back to his car, a candy-blue Toyota Supra Mark III, “he’s always bragging about his 2JZ and shit, and he just got showed by a SR20DET, not even topped.”

“It’s the area, we’ve had this downhill since our beginning. It’s our spot, our land,” Lee explained, “our shit. No one’s ever goin’ to take it.”

Michelle broke loose from Lee’s gentle grasp, “Let’s head home, everyone,” she began, with a whisper of enthusiasm building in her tone, “we’re still undefeated. Let’s party! Five victories in a row!”

Michelle and Lee both entered the black Nissan as Eric entered his blue Toyota. Lee inserted the key into the ignition and the SR powered up, the turbo spooling from a slight rev of the engine while it sat neutral. The tinted-black driver-side window eased down, “You comin’ over tonight, man?” he asked James as he leaned his left arm on the window seal, the other extended towards the stick shift.

James walked backwards in the direction of his red Honda S2000 while focusing his attention towards Lee, “I’ll stop by for a bit, I don’t have too much work to do, at least tonight,” he replied.

“Work? When do you ever work anymore?” Lee and Michelle both laughed.

“I’m actually workin' on a new project…”

“Are you?”

“Yeah, it’s a bit of something you may not expect.”

“Well, we can talk ‘bout it at my place, man.”

Lee shifted from first gear and accelerated, quickly shifting into third as the turbo whined and whistled.

[Sentaiauthor]

I like it so far, but the name needs work. It doesn't roll off the tongue well.

[ImportHenshin]

Episode 1
Chapter II

The crew came upon the last tight turn of their Waynesville canyon and cliff touge spot, Lee leading the crew in his black S14 (with Michelle as passenger), followed by Eric in his blue Supra and James in his red S2000. The turbos of each vehicle screamed as they slid through the long, curved path in unison, the sounds of their machines echoing through the quiet canyon night.

Each driver exited their drift and Lee slowed the pace of the crew down. This was all part of a normal routine he had devised for the crew, created in order to lower any chances of police involvement. Soon, they would separate.

The road ahead of Lee had suddenly become gray, “Do you see that fog, baby?” he asked as he squinted his eyes down the path ahead of him.

Michelle glanced ahead and then to the side of the road. The cliffs and drops had been enveloped in a dense, gray fog. “Baby,” she began, “the fog gets denser as we drive…”

Lee continued onward towards the city, ignoring the growing cloud ahead of him. After a minute of navigating through the nearly invisible roads, he pulled the car to a stop and removed the keys from the ignition. Eric pulled to the side as well, followed behind by James, who also pulled his machine to a park.

“This is messed…” Lee began as he and Michelle exited the car, “…I’ve seen the fog around this spot before, and I’ve driven through it, shit, I’ve even raced in it,” he shook his head and glared throughout the dense environment, “I can barely see your car from here, Eric!”

“I know…this isn’t normal,” Eric replied as he and James approached the Nissan.

“Well, what are we going to do?” Michelle began, interrupting the previous conversation, “I mean, we can’t just sit here…we got to get out of this shit, it’s scary.”

“Scary?” Lee replied, surprised of his girlfriend’s last comment, “It’ll be alright, Michelle,” he said in a falsely humble tone, “it will be alright…”

Michelle looked at Lee with disgust, “What, are you bein’ sarcastic, smart-ass?!”

“No, I’m just sayin’, we’ll be fine…damn…”

As Lee and Michelle continued to argue, Eric and James took a few steps back towards their vehicles.

“Sad, I don’t even know how this one started,” Eric whispered to James, slightly laughing in the process.

“I can’t figure it out myself, man…” as James replied, the gray cloud that surrounded the crew began twisting and spiraling above their heads, slowly getting deeper and darker in shade until the fog was of faded black. The group of four fell silent, and before their eyes, numerous, rabid creatures started appearing from the dark fog, baring resemblences to birds, serpents, cats, and wolves. The creatures snarled, hissed, barked, and roared viciously at them, leaving the crew shaking in fear against their cars.

“Aiiiiii!” Michelle screamed as she leaned behind Lee, holding onto his arm with a firm grasp. Lee swung open the door to his 240SX, pulling Michelle behind him. He pulled up the center console of the interior, revealing a black Beretta 98 handgun. He quickly picked it up, turned the safety off, and flung himself out the door, aiming the weapon at the nearest creature.

“What the fuck?!” Eric exclaimed, but not only in terror of the creatures, but also in surprise of Lee’s sudden flash of a firearm.

“You’ve got a fuckin’ gun,” Michelle started as she held onto Lee, “shoot it!”

Lee pulled the trigger of the Beretta, shooting a nearby gray lion in the chest. The bullet passed through the creature, failing to injure it, as if the beast had been made of smoke. In fierce retaliation, the beast dug its savage claws into the hardened cement of the road and leaped towards Lee as he pulled the trigger again, in hopes that the first shot was not just a hallucination. The lead whizzed through the fog-beast again, not effecting the beast’s hurtle. The beast raised its black claws to strike, and in a swift motion, pulled downward, aiming to plant its razors into Lee’s shoulder.

A flash of black, green, red, and blue rays streamed through the sky, scorching the surrounding fog as a wildfire, sending the fog-lion and its family dissipating into thin air. The rays of light paused before the crew, illuminating the area before them as if it was daylight. Each color started to transform into a different creature – the black stream of light changed into a gorgeous and swift falcon of black and gray feathers and a golden beak; the green stream of light changed into a beautiful and savage dragon of green scales and taunting, crimson eyes; the red stream of light changed into a wise and ferocious lion of red fur and a golden mane; the blue stream of light changed into a cunning and fierce wolf of blue eyes and white fur scatter-tinted with a blue hue throughout its body.

“Hello…” the spirit-falcon began, “…is that the correct greeting?” The creature perched itself onto a nearby limb above Lee’s 240SX.

“Yeah, yeah…” Lee replied, with hesitation in his voice. He then leaned over to Michelle, “I’m talkin’ to a damn bird,” he whispered.

“Great!” the falcon exclaimed, “I must instruct you not to return to this land again.”

Lee dug his hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of Camel Filter cigarettes and a lighter, flipped the top of the box open and pulled out a single stick. He proceeded to light the cigarette, taking a drag off of it and blowing the smoke into the air. “Give me a reason not to come back here,” he began, “and I’ll consider leaving. Until then,” Lee took another hit of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke above his head, “I’m not takin’ any commands from a talkin’, light-up bird.”

The falcon shook its head in disappointment of Lee’s comment, “We just saved your life and you are demanding resent for no reason.”

“The thing’s got a point, man,” Eric whispered to Lee.

“I know, but what we supposed to do?”

“Let’s just tell them we won’t be back here,” James whispered, joining the conversation, “it’s a bunch of spirits. We won’t see this again. We can come back tomorrow…”

“Yeah,” Michelle joined in next, “let’s just get home. Tonight is already too crazy…”

Lee took another hit of his cigarette, turning his attention back to the “spirits” that had just saved the crew’s lives, “Look…”

“Quiet!” the falcon commanded, piercing its head towards the sky, “the Fog is returning!”

The dense fog began appearing once again, building much faster than the first time it had enveloped the area. Within seconds, the crew and “spirits” were once again caged inside a gray cloud.

“This is not as of common…” the green dragon-spirit stated, arching its back and wings.

A herd of creatures began metamorphosing from the faded, gray fog, but were different than the creatures from before, yet bared striking similarities to them as well. These rabid creatures were half humanoid and half fog-beast, having four limbs and standing upright on two feet, with the lethal and diversifying attributes of each wild creature across their gray bodies.

“We can’t battle this unexpected evolution of the Fog,” the wolf-spirit explained with haste, bracing its back and glaring its blue eyes at the new enemies.

The lion-spirit shook its golden mane, “That means we must attempt our forced step to the next stage!”

“This is right,” the falcon began, “it may cause us grief, yet it is our final action.” The falcon then leaped from the tree and soared into the dense fog above, and then dropped from the invisible sky and streamlined into Lee’s chest. The remaining three “spirits” bravely fought off their new opposition. This was all part of a strategy devised by the falcon as part of their “next stage” of “evolution”.

“Baby!” Michelle exclaimed as she clutched Lee’s arm with a tight grasp.

A black bracelet with chrome chain-links appeared on Lee’s left wrist, forging itself from nothing but air. “I’m good, Baby, I’m good,” he said. He examined the new piece of jewelry now on his wrist, “but I didn’t have this bracelet on before that spirit flew into me…”

A ray of black shot from the wrist-piece on Lee and into the audio setup of his Nissan 240SX, powering the sound unit. “Lee, rattle your wrist, then, with swift motions, use the key to allow me to access your port of interest!” the falcon began, its voice sounding from the speakers of the vehicle, “Dragon, Lion, and Wolf, commence technique: ‘Last Action!’”

The three remaining “spirits” then leaped into the air and crashed into each of the crew member’s chests, flowing into each of their souls.