Spiritranger: The Chosen Path

[KingRed]

The Chosen Path
(Season One, Episode 04)

The sun began to shine in a warm April morning. Light crept through the window and into room, blazing at the head of a young Hispanic man named Frankie. As Frankie began to stir, his eyes widened by the appearance of a figure well known in his past . . .his older brother, Shawn. Frankie examined his brother differently now. It was just two days ago that Frankie saw his brother fight for his life in a costume that seemingly could have came from some kind of kids show or anime. Yet, at that moment, Shawn looked different. More regal. More sophisticated. More grown-up. Frankie’s view of his brother was forever changed that night. Shawn was no longer the happy go lucky smart-ass Frankie once knew. Shawn had become something that neither of them expected . . . a man.

“Hey little brother. How are you feeling?” Shawn inquired this with a softness that Frankie remembered from his childhood but barely heard of anymore. Shawn sat at the edge of his bed with glee, gazing at the one sibling that had lived through much with him.

Frankie rubbed his eyes with one of his hands, wincing for a moment. “A little sore but I am gonna be fine. How long have I been asleep?”

Shawn sighed. “Two days. And you’re more than sore. You lost a lot of blood. It must have been pretty scary for you out there.”

“It was scary for all of us,” replied Frankie as he slowly slid to an up-right position on his bed. Shawn watched on worriedly for a brief second but his brother pull himself up. “Shawn . . .how’s the girls? What about Booker?”

Shawn answered without removing his gaze, “Booker seems to be all right. We haven’t talked all that much in a while but I am glad that he’s here. As for the girls, Dana has pretty much embraced everything with ease. Yari, on the other hand, is still pretty devastated over Sam’s death. We all are.”

A silence filled the bed room for a moment. Frankie’s eyes began to pierce his older brother. Shawn lowered his head in the uncomfortable gaze.

Frankie asked, “ Well . . . are you going to tell me what is going on?”

Shawn’s voice had turned very stern, very cold. “I can’t really have you get into all this. The less you know . . .”

Frankie gritted his teeth and shouted, “Don’t you pull that shit on me, Shawn! I am your brother. Your own flesh and blood. Don’t you dare give me the runaround. You were in a suit like you were a Power Rangers. Suddenly, four other people have the same suit, in a different color, but still the same suit. I get my gut slashed at by a funky demon chick. An angel flies in to fight an even bigger demon. And you keep this a secret from not just Dana but *me* and I watch my friend die. If you think that I am going to let you off without an explanation, fuck you! I am your brother. I love you but damn it, you should have come to me.”

Shawn gripped part of Frankie’s blanket in anger. “And what am I supposed to do? ‘Hey Frankie! I got super-powers and I am going to save the world. Don’t tell mom.’ Is that what I was supposed to do? All I wanted was to protect you. To protect everyone. What you saw the other night was just the beginning of something far worse than you imagine.”

Frankie shrugged off the bed, surprising his older brother with his resilience. “You know,” Frankie started as he slowly stepped forward, “I spent my entire life looking up to you. I always was proud that you were my brother. Not just because you were my older brother, but you were my best friend too. You honored anything and everything I every trusted you with. I did the same for you. This whole Spirit Ranger thing was something important but damn it, you should have told me. I thought the honor you taught me was important to you.”

Shawn retorted, “It is not that simple Frankie. Life isn’t that simple. I didn’t tell you because I wanted things like the other night never to happen. I wanted to keep you safe. This wasn’t about trust.”
“Stop it! I ain’t the little boy that you once had to always protect, Shawn. I have grown up. I am a man now. Not a fuckin’ weak shit,” Frankie shouted. His anger had come as his ignored his physical pain, giving into the mental anguish of the recent events.

“All I wanted to do was protect you. You, Dana, Dalenna, Carlo . . . all I was doing was making sure that you were okay. The best way to do that was to keep you out of this part of my life.” Shawn shouted back. While he knew yelling was not the real solution, Shawn was too frustrated at the moment to care.

Frankie barked at him. “Stop making excuse. Remember, I never stopped being your brother. You stopped being mine. Lying to me just didn’t hurt me, it cost me two of my best friends.”

Shawn stopped, stunned at his brother’s remarks. Frankie began to inch out of the room, grabbing a shirt on his way out of his bedroom door. Shawn turned to him as Frankie paused at the doorway.

“I know you didn’t mean for Sam to die. But you know . . . sometimes, keeping that type of information is just too dangerous for people not to know.” Frankie walked out of the room, preparing for the long day ahead of him. Shawn stood alone in Frankie’s bedroom, picking up a picture of Frankie, Shawn and Sam from Frankie’s birthday back in September. The three young men where dressed casual, smiling in joy. Shawn let loose one tear, in regret of the failure of the recent days.


Later on in that day, Booker had been driving, wearing a black shirt with some black dress pants. His car turned into another part of Stockton’s suburbs, not too far from the inner city. Booker drove into a dual home complex with his light blue car. He stepped out of the car, watching as he saw Dana walk out of the left side front door. Dana was in black tight pants and a black long sleeved silk shirt. Dana eyes were red as she pulled her hair back. Tying some of it in a pony tail, Dana stepped up to Booker. Booker hugged Dana for a moment. The two loosed the embrace, entering Booker’s car.
As the two drove off, Booker glanced as his comrade. “Dana . . . are you going to be okay?”

Dana faced away from Booker, watching the scenery of the city blur as they moved. “Today is just going to be a really hard day. So much has happened.” Her tears fall and she does little to stop them.

Booker watched the on-coming traffic. “I know this isn’t a good time but . . . what are we going to do? Now that we are Spirit Rangers, we have to worry about Nero coming after us.”

“The Spirit Rangers. You know,” her voice full of bitterness stated. “This whole thing just drives me nuts. I mean, we were chosen. Then who chose us. Why us? Why not someone else?”

Booker offered, “Well . . . God chose us. We were the ones destined to stop Nero.”

“Destined to stop Nero? I think we have a long ways before that happens. That demonic bastard and his two bitches cost me one of my closest friends and made me lose trust in my own boyfriend. I always hoped that Shawn and I would get married but I am not too sure now.”

The car was covered with silence for a few fleeting minutes. Booker glanced as Dana stating, “Dana. I know we don’t know each other too well but listen to me for a minute. You are the embodiment of hope right? Where is that hope now?”

“Sam got killed and . . .”

Booker shook his head. “I understand that but where is the hope? Where is the hope when we need it most. You know, all of us had our lives turned upside down that night. Shawn’s been doing this for months, alone. Do you think that he was trying to hurt you?”

“No, but . . .”

“Do you still love him? Do you still want to be with him?”

Dana lowered her head then began to nod. “More than anything. More than ever.”

Booker replied, “Then keep that hope. Use it. You said that night that you were the hope that will save the world from doom and treachery. Were you lying?”

Dana paused for a brief moment. She shook her head. “No. I wasn’t. I still have hope for us. For all of us. Especially for Shawn.”

“Then keep it,” began Booker as he turned into a small street. “Keep that hope. Let it guide us to victory. Cause you know what, we are going to need it.”

Dana kissed Booker’s cheek with a peck. “Thanks. I really needed to hear that.”

“No problem. I am just here to help.”

Dana smiled for the first time in days. “You know, you’re a great friend.”

“Thanks.”

Booker and Dana continued to talk as they sped off to their next destination.

[KingRed]

Within a warehouse basement in the dark parts of Stockton, Nergal paced around outside his master’s main room. Nergal clasped his hands as he waited. His face full of eager anticipation as Nergal waited for another chance to face off against the Spirit Rangers. As the demon warrior paced around, Pigus stepped downstairs. As he approached Nergal, the pig mutant was covered in mud. His mouth dripping with dog crap, centipedes, roaches and earth, Pigus quickly wiped his face of the dirt and grime with the backside of one of his hoof-hand. Nergal sniffed the air for a moment, then gritted his teeth.

“You smell particularly dreadful. What do you want?”

The pig mutant squealed, “I have some news to give to the master.”

Nergal paused. He turned his head to face the gluttony demon. “What kind of news?”

“It involves the chosen. The Spirit Rangers are gathering to lay that human you stuck through a few days ago. The master wanted me to return with any news involving the chosen and their ‘friend.’” Pigus headed for the door, ready to enter Nero’s chamber. Nergal quickly unshealthed his saber, bringing it to the chin of his comrade.

“You will not go through those doors before I. I will give Nero the message,” insisted Nero. His eyes gleamed with a fired that made the pig mutant nervous. The shuddering hell mutant began to sweat as the blade was ready to slice him.

Sudden footsteps in the background called to them. “If you two would please knock off the commotion? I want to know what Pigus came to see me about.”

The two swiftly bowed before their master. Nero’s eyes glowed in the darkness, the only thing visible, as Nergal stepped forward immediately after. Pigus gazed at his master with fear in his eyes.

“The Spirit Rangers are burying that one boy that Nergal killed. They will be doing it within the next couple of hours.” Pigus stated to Nero. Nero’s eyes shifted toward Nergal, then back to Pigus.
Nero ordered, “I want the Spirit Rangers to have a formal present for their departed friend during the funeral. Get me a demon ready to crash that funeral.”

Nergal interjected, “Allow me a chance to bring you the heads of the chosen.”
Nero’s eyes shifted for a moment in the darkness. “You really want another chance at defeating them, hmm Nergal?”
Nergal replied, “I wish to capture vengeance. Twice has Shawn bested me in battle. I must cut his flesh from his arms and chew them. I can defeat them, Lord Nero. I know I can.”
Nero smiled evilly, letting a chuckle free. “Okay, Nergal. You may strike them down, but do not kill them. I have a prize for the Spirit Rangers.”
Nergal nodded in understanding. He would chase down the Spirit Rangers, smiting them with his sword. And then he would take joy in their agony once they have lived through the master’s great plan. Nergal turned, walking away in simple joy of the fact that he will soon slice apart the chosen. Meanwhile, Nero chuckled slowly to himself as he waited. The Hellord turned to his pig mutant with a gleam in his eye.
“Are the preparations complete?” inquired Nero.
Pigus nodded. “Yes. Everything is prepared. The humans will never know what hit them.”
“Excellent.”

Saint Helen Cemetery dwelled just outside the inner city of Stockton. The city’s largest graveyard, it covered over 2 miles of land. The grass, where there was grass, was a lively green. Bouquets of flowers roamed throughout the cemetery. At the southern entrance, a crowd of people gathered together. All dressed in some form of black, the mourners have lined up solemnly as the funeral commenced. A Christian priest presided over the funeral. Booker had stood by Dana as the three looked around, hoping to be a comfort and support to their family. Shawn was next to his younger sister, a beautiful brown haired Hispanic girl by the name of Dalenna. Dalenna cried a little, holding onto the air of her oldest brother. Shawn loosed his own tears, watching the agony that Frankie and Yari were in. Frankie stood by Sam’s younger brother, Scott, who was standing vigil by Sam’s coffin. Frankie’s hand rest on top of Yari; who was uncontrollably flowing with tears. Their friend, a Hispanic guy with a long nose named Alfredo stood quietly behind them. All her pain, her frustration, her love . . . with each drop she remembered that night and everything before it. Her pain was a raging river that was consuming her. Sam’s mother and father stood over the coffin in agony. Anguish, regret and loss seemed to fill the crowd’s faces. As the priest finished some final sayings, Sam’s brother, Scott stepped forward.

“I want to thank everyone on behalf of my family for coming. I know that Sam meant a lot to many of you and it means so much to us that you all came. I never thought I would be burying my big brother but that’s life I guess. I just want you all to know that Sam would have . . .”a painful pause scratched into a voice full of pain. “Sam would have loved to . . . see you all together like this.”

Scott stopped, turning away as his parents hugged him. The crowd was waiting for another speaker to take their turn. As silence filled the moment, Frankie stepped forward. “Sam and I had been friends for five years. Sam and I have been through a lot together. Sam was always there for me. He was there for everyone he could. Sam wouldn’t let his problems concern him if a friend was in trouble. Sam always dropped everything when I needed his help. Like three years ago, I had gotten hurt. I was alone and my family . . . couldn’t get to me. Sam came over and took care of me. He spent three days looking after me. Sam said, ‘I won’t let you go through this alone.’ I knew that Sam and I would be friends forever. Now . . . it’s just gonna . . .” Frankie wiped some tears away. Shawn’s face lowered in regret as Frankie continued. “It’s gonna be hard to deal with things now that I know he’s not there. He’s not watching my back. I’m gonna miss you Sam.”

Frankie turned away. Shawn looked up for a moment, walking to his younger brother. Dalenna walked up beside him and hugged her older brother. Shawn patted his younger brother’s back and then gave Frankie a hug. Yari stood up. She walked over to Sam’s coffin with a red rose. Tears and snot dripping from her face, she inhaled a deep breath, exhaling before she spoke.

“Sam meant . . . so much to me. He was always good to me. Sam used to tell me that he loved the people he would come across. His family and his friends meant so much to him. Sam cared about each and every single person he would come across. That’s one of the things I loved most about him. Sam was always loving, caring and respectful. It was the thing that got us together. Through the last year and a half, we went through it all. The ups and downs. The arguments and the discussions. And that is why I loved him. I love Sam. And now . . . and now . . . he was taken away from me. Taken from all of us. It’s just not fair!” Yari’s rage began to swell with her tears as she was about to continue. She suddenly fell to the ground. “I love you Sam.” She murmured as she pushed herself up.

Dana and Booker ran to Yari, planning to help her up when suddenly, a man with a blue complexion jumped out of the grave under the coffin. The man was wearing a suit as some of his flesh seemed rotted away with no blood in him. Everyone stepped back in shock. Frankie grew angry as he ran at the blue man, the zombie.

“How dare you attack us while we are burying one of our own?” shouted Frankie as he tackled the zombie. The zombie lifted Frankie up, holding him by his throat with one arm. The zombie smiled evilly as he squeezed the throat of the young man in his grasps. Shawn was about to run to him when Dalenna tugged at Shawn’s arm.

“Shawn . . . you gotta help him! He’s gonna kill Frankie,” Dalenna cried frantically. Shawn turned to his younger sister, holding her shoulders with both hands.

“Mocky . . . it’s okay. I’ll save him. But I need you to get out of here.”

Dalenna wrapped her arms around her older brother. “No way! I’m staying with you.”

Dana walked over and hugged Dalenna, making her loosen her grip on Shawn. “Hon, come on. Let Shawn get Frankie. We’ll wait outside the cementary.”

Dalenna reluctantly sighed. Dana gently pulled Shawn’s sister outside, sneaking a mouthed “be careful” before they disappear. As the crowd was thinning, Booker joined Shawn.

Booker said, “Still a lot of people around.”

“I don’t care. I couldn’t save Sam. I’ll be damned if I let this zombie-fuck take my brother.” Shawn was about to rush into battle as he paused at the sight before him. Booker and Shawn stared as Yari walked calmly in front of them, heading directly for the zombie. The crowd gathered outside at the gates, far from the grave. While figures can be seen, they were far enough to be undistinguishable.
Yari stepped up to the zombie. “Let him go.”

The zombie chuckled. Yari, with a determined look on her face, growled, “I said let him go. Now.”

Yari slapped the face of the zombie hard, her hand feeling the freezing body of the undead soldier. Yari gasped for a moment as part of her nail scratched off flesh from the zombie’s check, revealing the blue, rotting cheekbones and jaw. The zombie was about to slam his fists into Yari when out of nowhere . . .

“Howling Winds!”

[KingRed]

A sapphire Blue arc of energy slammed into the arm, which was holding up Frankie in a chokehold. The arc severed the zombie’s arm clean off, with the dead flesh hanging from the remainder of the body. Frankie removed the zombie hand from his throat. Yari kneeled down, checking on Frankie.

Yari inquired, “Are you okay?”

Coughing as he spoke, Frankie answered, “I . . .I am . . . okay.”

Suddenly, the zombie was running at the two as the Blue Spirit Ranger appeared. The Spirit Ranger dashed at the zombie, flipping forward with a double heel kick to the face of the zombie. The zombie was pushed back as Shawn and Booker performed kicks simultaneously from either side of it. Shawn and Booker rushed to join the Blue Spirit Ranger, Yari and Frankie.

“What are *you* doing here?” exclaimed Shawn suspiciously.

The Spirit Ranger turned to Shawn. “I am here to make sure nothing was going to happen.”

Shawn replied, “Well, you’re doing a good fucking job of making us noticed?”
“You are the one that is yelling at me,” snapped the armored ranger. Yari stepped up to Frankie’s savior with her hands balled in fists.

“This is not the time! We are in a funeral for God’s shake! Can we please just talk about this later!” screamed the agitated Hispanic girl.

The zombie was running at the group with murderous intent. As the group watched their adversary, Yari stood forward as her changer, the Spirit Ascender, appeared on her right wrist. Her eyes a fury as she kept walking. “I had just about enough. I might not be much of a fight but I will not let this foul monster get away from ruining Sam’s funeral.”

Shawn grabbed Yari’s wrist. “Are you insane? You can’t transform right here! There are too many people around! It will put you in more danger than you already are.”

Yari growled, “Let me go Shawn. I don’t want to fight but I will stop this thing from destroying Sam’s day.”

As the zombie near, an explosion occurred behind him. As the smoke cleared away, Nergal stood poised to attack with his sword. Nergal chuckled as he stalked forward, stopping as he reached the zombie. Nergal switched into an attack stance with his sword as he looked at his prey.

“I am sorry I’m late. But I wanted a few words with the dearly departed before you buried one of my kills to the ground. While I enjoyed the rush of my blade impaling through the young boy’s heart . . .” Nergal paused, looking directly at Yari, whose face was full of rage. “ it will not compare to the torment I have planned for you all.”

Yari stepped forward as the smoke passed her. To the crowd, no one could really see anyone else from the entrance cause of the smoke. Yari lifted her Spirit Ascender to her face. “I had enough of you! Soul Ascension!”

Yari was once again encased in white light. As the light died, the White Spirit Ranger stood in her place. The White Spirit Ranger dashed at the dark warrior but Nergal just side-stepped Spirit White’s kick. Spirit White followed up with a punch but it was blocked with Nergal’s sword as he used the flat of the sword upwards to push the fist. Nergal kicked out at Spirit White, thrusting his foot into her stomach. Spirit White fell back as the Blue Spirit Ranger charged at Nergal with his elbow, smashing into his opponent. The male ranger then decked Nergal’s jaw, staggering the demon warrior. Nergal twisted around in a circle; bringing down his blade on the chest armor of his adversary. Sparks exploded from the ranger as he fell to the ground. Nergal roared at him, ready to strike him down. Spirit White ran at Nergal, kicking the demon in the face. The zombie tackled Spirit White from behind, knocking her against a tall gravestone. The zombie was punching and kicking at Spirit White all he could. Shawn jumped at the zombie, flipping him on his back. Booker jumped high, spin kicking Nergal’s face three times. Nergal thrusted at Booker but the Blue Spirit Ranger kicked the sword upward. The Blue Spirit Ranger spun downward to elbow the stomach of Nergal. Booker then bounced off his favorite ranger to dive at Nergal with his fist, slamming into the head of the demon warrior. Nergal stumbled back, shaking the cobwebs in his horned head. The group of Spirit Rangers surrounded the two minions of Nero, ready to pounce.

Booker stated with his finger pointed out. “You got us by surprise before but this time we ain’t taking your shit.”

“You crossed a line today that shouldn’t have been crossed and we’ll make you pay for it,” the Blue Spirit Ranger proclaimed with his arms folded.

Shawn added, “You messed with family. Our family. In our time of mourning, you attack us. But we had it with you. And you fucks will pay dearly for this.”

“How dare you defile the man I love by coming in from his grave? How dare you attack his love ones . . . our love ones during the day I say goodbye to Sam. I will purify all of you demons for this. You won’t get away with this!” Spirit White was about to charge when a sudden burst of flame exploded up from Sam’s grave.

The eyes of everyone widened as a pillar of unholy fire suddenly began to tower upward. Dana and Dalenna watched with the crowd of mourners as they were horrified by the sight of toweling flame. Dana looked at the sixteen year old Dalenna with a full heart.

“DeDe . . .” Dana started by calling her the nickname that she gave Shawn’s sister, “I want you to stay here. I am going after your brothers.”

“Dana it’s too dangerous for them to be out there. It’s too dangerous for you. Don’t go out there alone. Take me with you.”

Dana shook her head. “No. I need you to stay here. I’ll come back with your brothers. I promise.”

With that Dana ran off in, hoping that she would not bury another friend today.


With a deifying cry, the White Spirit Ranger kneeled to the ground. “SAM!”

The other Spirit Rangers and Frankie looked on as the tower of flame began to die down a little. Each of them in shock as a silhouette became apparent within the hellfire. The silhouette was of some kind of winged humanoid. A voice chuckled as the group watched the silhouette.

“I am sorry for interrupting but I thought I would pay my condolences!”

Shawn shouted in rage, “Nero! Show yourself you motherfucking bastard! This is a funeral.”

“Now Shawn . . . what fun would that be.” Nero cackled for a moment. “You really thought I would do nothing. That I would let my recent defeat go unpunished? That is where you are wrong. I will see you all burn in the great fires of hell . . . just like Sam.”

Spirit White screamed, “NO!”
Nero laughed once again. “My dear . . . you decided to fight me. Now, I am merely . . . retailiating. Give up chosen one. Everything will turn to ash if you fight me.”

Spirit Purple jumped in, landing by Shawn. “Nero . . . you’re playing with the wrong group. We are a lot stronger than you give us credit for.”

Booker added, “She’s right. We were chosen for a reason . . . to stop you and Hell from coming to Earth.”

Shawn continued, “You may have slowed us down and you hurt us. But I am telling you now, I swear to God, we fight you till the end and you will pay for all this. For everything bit of pain you caused.”

Nero laughed again along with his two minions. “So you will fight on?”

Shawn answered, “I believe I can speak for all of us when I say till our dying day.”

After those words, the Blue Spirit Ranger shuttered for a moment. Spirit White looked down. Frankie watched the reactions of every member of the Spirit Rangers. Frankie just grinned at the stand that his friends and family were making. Nero watched everyone as well, stifling a laugh.

“As you wish,” started the silhouette of the Hellord. “You made your choice. You decided on pain rather to life. As much as your group seems united, it is nothing compared to what I have in store for you all. This will be a war that will be winner take all. And just to let you know . . . I don’t play fair.”

The Blue Spirit Ranger replied, “Bring it on.”

Spirit Purple cried, “We won’t back down.”

Nero began to slip back into the ground as the tower began to die faster. The Hellord’s last words were, “We shall see, chosen ones. We shall see.”

Nero and Nergal both disappeared as the flame disappeared. All that was left was the one armed zombie that has started the disturbance to the funeral. Spirit White stood up, glowing with a white light as the zombie ran at her. The others watched worriedly as Spirit White did nothing but glow as the zombie got closer and closer. The zombie was about to throw a punch at Spirit White when suddenly:

“Divine Light.”

In a burst of holy light, Spirit White discharged her light attack at point blank range of the zombie. The zombie cried out in agony as the light slowly consumed his entire form. Little by little, the zombie was eaten away at by the light of the White Spirit Ranger. Once the light died down, the zombie was nothing but ashes in the wind. Spirit White ran to what was to be Sam’s resting place. She began to cry as she saw nothing but fire on the grave, consuming the coffin and Sam with it. The rest of the Spirit Rangers gathered together as they saw the shocking vision of Sam’s coffin being consumed by flames. As they stood there, Spirit White transformed back to Yari and began to cry in anguish and sorrow. Frankie also cried in anger and sadness. The other watched as the hellfire slowly disappeared, and with it, Sam.

[KingRed]

Back within Nero’s chamber, the Hellord was in the shadows once more, walking around. Nergal, Pigus and Malevolenia were all bowing before their master. As they waited, Nergal lifted himself to his feet, addressing his master.

“The Spirit Rangers were broken today, my lord,” Nergal started with pride in his voice. “They were shocked in our strike against them at such a time as a funeral. They now understand the power that we possess.”

Malvolenia rose to her feet then folded her arms. “Power we possess. I believe Lord Nero was doing all the work Nergal. Besides, the Spirit Rangers still fought. While they still fight, we showed them how vunerable they really are.”

Pigus replied, “We should not underestimate them. Last time we did, we were defeated.”

“Fool. It was Hariel that saved them last time. This time, we showed our superiority,” Nergal stated, his voice tipped with pride and vigor.

Nero turned to look at his minions from the shadows. His eyes glowed the sickly green they did before then stopped. “The Spirit Rangers have proven themselves to have quite the resolve today. They did not back down when we tore apart a piece of them. They have chosen their path and excepted their destiny. We may have given them a stronger resolve to fight.”

“How can this be? You saw how shattered the White Spirit Ranger was. She was a mess,” Nergal argued.

Malevolenia replied, “But then she got up and easily defeat our zombie warrior as if it was an insect. I believe Lord Nero is right. They have gotten a bit more resolve.”

Pigus inquired, “Then how are we to defeat them?”

Nero smiled in the darkness. He approached his minions as he walked out of the light. Nero had a new body. Young, strong and full of life. He stopped before his face was revealed. “The Spirit Rangers have decided to fight. We saw show them the try meanings of Hell in every way possible. And I already have a perfect way to start.”
Nero walked out of the shadows to show his new human form. Nergal smirked. Malevolenia grinned and lifted a brow. Pigus’s red eyes bulged in surprise. Nero chuckled a moment before continuing.
“What way to torment the Spirit Rangers by have the face of one of their best friends now belonging to their greatest enemy.”
Nero had revealed his new face and body. It had belonged to another before but the body and face were now a part of the Hellord. With his brown hair, his eyes glowed green a moment then stopped. Nero grinned as they all recognized the body and face. . . it was Sam’s.

End of Episode 4

[Claveler]

You know, I never read fanfics, except Forever Red: The Novel. Since I was bored, I just came to this forum and started reading some threads. I clicked this one, and read it. And what can I say, It's AWESOME. It's an amazing story, pretty cool. I hope to see more from you. :D

[Josh Rider]

It's a really good story...keep up the good work...