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Note: This fic takes place a short time after the Rangers trip to Phaedos. Thanks to everyone who has answered any and all questions concerning this fic. And a special thanks to Cynthia. If she hadn't have posted on the board asking about Billy/werewolf fics, I probably wouldn't have written this for a long time. Here's to you Cynthia, and I hope it doesn't disappoint. 🙂

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The Darkside of Genius
By Cinders

Priest: "Are you man or beast?"

Man: "Man, and like all men the beast dwells within me…"

(Clive Barker-Book of blood)

The park seemed unusually quiet at this time of night, but Zedd and Rita most usually attacked during the daylight hours, leaving the park and Angel Grove alone at night. But, lately, it seemed as if Rita and Zedd had taken a vacation. Only two monster attacks within the last few weeks. And those two were easily taken care of by the Power Rangers.

That's why Nancy decided that it was safe enough to meet her boyfriend, Jake, there. They had promised to meet at the park tonight, earlier that day at school. She had waited at home, pretending to be asleep in her room, until her parents had tired and retreated to their room and sleep. Once sure that they were definitely asleep, and that her leaving wouldn't wake them, she grabbed her jacket, and slipped out her bedroom window, into the darkness beyond.

Now, though, as she waited for Jake in the silent darkness of the park, she suddenly thought that maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all. She loved this place during the day, and even the monster attacks didn't deter her from this place. But, tonight, in the dark, the park became an alien thing. Nothing seemed the same. Everything was cast into shadow, and in those shadows, lurked all the nightmares she had ever had as a child. What was taking Jake so long? She knew that once he was there, she wouldn't be scared anymore.

But, the image of the strange man, brought a chill to her. He had been dressed in little more than rags; his hair and beard unkempt. She tried not to look at him as she passed by him, but she couldn't help but notice the look he gave her.

Pulling her jacket tighter around her shoulders, Nancy moved back to the area where she said that they would meet. Glancing at her watch, she couldn't help but get worried. It was fifteen minutes after they had agreed to meet. True, she had been a few minutes late, herself, but she knew Jake wouldn't give up and leave.

Trying to get a grip on where her thoughts were heading, she stopped, took a deep breath, and tried to focus her thoughts. Why would Jake really be late? Flat tire? Forgot the time, and is running late? With someone else? No! Not Jake. Opening her eyes, she looked around the area. Jake had a penchant for trickery. Feeling a bit of the tension drain out of her, she moved toward the areas where he might be hiding.

"Jake, this isn't funny you know? I don't like to be scared when it's dark out here. Come on out…please?" Nancy found herself begging. She expected him to jump out of the bushes, or out from behind a tree, but she knew that it would scare the hell out of her when he did, and she couldn't stop the sickening feeling that filled her at the thought.

There was no sound, and no response. Fighting down the sudden fear that came upon her, she moved toward another, larger bush. "Okay, Jake. It's not funny anymore. You can come out." Carefully, she reached out; the bushes towering over her, she pushed back the branches, peering into their darkness. "Jake! Stop it this minute!" She couldn't hide the anger in her voice. She was getting scared, and it was showing.

Releasing the branches, she moved to another group of bushes. She looked at them for the longest time. Quickly, she glanced at the area around her. There was no place else that he could be hiding. Looking back at the bush, she sighed in exasperation, and called out, "Fine, jerk! I'm going home. You can play your game with someone else." Turning, she headed back toward the open area of the park, and the parking lot.

Nancy quickened her pace when she saw the first light in the park, ahead. She couldn't wait to get back home. She'd be giving Jake a piece of her mind when she got to school in the morning.

As she moved past the last tree, a sound stopped her. A chill ran down her spine, as she slowly looked around. From the shadows, a figure moved. Nancy began to back away, a scream of terror ripped from her throat. She couldn't run. Every cell of her brain was screaming for her to do just that, but the rest of her body didn't hear it. All she could do was scream. And those screams grew louder, as the shape moved from the shadows and stood before her.

Jake stood before her, his hands clasped tightly around his throat, as blood poured over his fingers and down the front of his shirt. He tried to call out to her, bloody foam running from his quivering lips. Staggering, he reached out a blood covered hand to her.

Even in the darkness, Nancy could tell that his throat had been cut, and she knew that there was no way that she could help him. And fear pushed her away from him as he tried to reach for her. Glancing crazily around the area, she looked for anyone who would have done this. They still had to be close by. Screwing up her courage, she slowly reached out to him, grasping his bloody hand.

As soon as she took his hand, Jake released his other hand, exposing the gaping hole in his neck. Nancy watched in pure terror, as she realized that he had no throat at all. It had been torn from his neck. Screaming once more, Nancy pulled away from his grasp, stumbling back against the trunk of a nearby tree. Jake moved toward her, pleading for her to help him, and there was nothing she could do.

Nancy backed around the edge of the tree, never taking her eyes off of Jake. The light was behind her, she had to reach it. She'd be safe there. Suddenly, something hit him from behind, knocking him into her, and toppling them both to the ground. Frantically, she tried to push his weakening body from her legs, blood quickly soaking her own clothes.

With one more frantic push, she slipped out from under Jake's body, and stumbled to her feet, prepared to run. But, a growl from behind her, stopped her in her tracks. She had always thought, that at a time like this, she would have been running toward her car, and not standing frozen in place like she was at that moment. She had been so very wrong. So wrong.

Turning woodenly, her breaths coming in gasps, she turned to face her worst nightmare.

A large wolf stood before her, it's huge front paws on Jake's back, looking at her, blood dripping from it's fanged maw. Yellow eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. At first, she couldn't believe what she was seeing was real. Creatures like this were only myth. They didn't really exist. But, here was the proof right in front of her, and no matter how much she tried to convince herself that it wasn't real, and that it would go away, the more real it became.

Suddenly, things seemed to happen all too quickly. Nancy stepped back, finally finding the courage to run. The wolf bound over Jake's still body, landing a few feet away from her. She wanted to close her eyes, to pretend that it wasn't really there in front of her, but even her eyes were frozen open. Behind her breath, she prayed. Prayed as she never had before. Prayed that this was all just a really bad dream, and that she'd wake up any moment, safe in her bed, her mother calling up to her to get up and get ready for school. But, looking at the beast before her, she knew that she was living in a nightmare, and there would be no school in the morning.

Nancy was it's quarry, as it circled; growling, teeth bared. Her brain screamed for her to run, that she could reach the light, and it wouldn't follow. That she'd be safe in the light. But, she couldn't move. Only her eyes followed the beast's movements. Watched as it sniffed the air, growling. For a moment, it paused, and looked away. Nancy had a moment to believe that she could get away, but at the last moment, she was only able to release one more scream, as the wolf lept at her, sinking it's teeth deep into the flesh of her throat.


Billy screamed, and shot to his feet, his heart pounding, and his breaths coming in gasps.

"I'm sorry, William. I didn't mean to scare you. I just thought that, because you fell asleep in the lab, I would need to wake you up for school." Billy's father stated, handing a blanket to the trembling youth.

Billy stood in stunned silence, staring at the proffered blanket in his father's hand. He'd fallen asleep in the lab? He didn't remember falling asleep at all. Couldn't even remember feeling tired. He did remember that he had gotten very hot, though.

"Ah…I think you might need this." His father shook the blanket, while averting his eyes. "I don't mind saying that it's just a little disturbing that you want to sleep in the lab, in the nude, but if you're going to, you might want to lock the door. You know how your friends are always just barging into the lab when they come over."

Nude? What was his father talking about? Billy knew perfectly well that he was fully dressed last night, and the only article of clothing that he removed was his flannel shirt, but he was still wearing his tank underneath. Confused, Billy glanced down at himself and found that his father was right. He was completely naked.

Quickly, Billy ripped the blanket from his fathers fingers, wrapping it, a bit askew, around his hips.

"Sorry. I…was doing a…an experiment, and I spilled some chemicals on my clothes. I had to get them off pretty fast. I would have retrieved more clothes, but…I was at a point in the experiment, where I couldn't stop. I knew it was late, and that no one would bother me, so I didn't think."

"I just hope that you wore one of your chemistry aprons." His father put in, concerned.

"Yeah, yeah I did." Billy watched his father gaze around the lab, then head for the door. At the doorway, he stopped.

"School starts in an hour. Are you going to be all right? You look a little pale."

"Just a little headache, I'll be fine."

"All right. Breakfast will be ready in twenty minutes. That will give you some time to get showered and dressed."

"Thanks, Dad." His father closed the door, and Billy sunk down into the tattered couch that was the only furnishing in his lab. His head was pounding, and he had the worse case of morning mouth, ever. His whole body seemed to ache, and for the last couple of months, he'd come up with various bruises and scratches, and he had no clue as to where they came from.

And, to top it all off, this was the third black out he'd had. But, nothing seed to be wrong. His last visit to the doctor, just a couple of days ago; inquiring about his headaches, turned up nothing. The doctor just told him to cut back on the caffeine, and get some rest. "Maybe I should stay home and rest. Maybe that's what's wrong. I just need a bit more sleep? I've been kind of tired during the day, ever since I got back from Phaedos, and wide awake at night." Looking down at his appearance, and the couch, "Apparently, I am getting some sleep."

Billy began to recline a bit more, letting his head drop back against the back of the couch. Just as he was closing his eyes, he noticed his opened back-pack sitting on the floor nearby.

"I can't. I've got tests today." Sighing, he stood from up, pulled the blanket tighter around his waist, and gathered up his clothes from the floor where they had been tossed. Slowly, he made his way to the lab door, and the shower that was waiting for him, just beyond it.


Kim stood by her locker in the hall of AGH, the morning's news paper clutched in her hands. Aisha stood behind her, reading over her shoulder.

"What's up guys?" Tommy called, from down the hall, as he made his way to his locker. Adam and Rocky weren't far behind him.

"A new hobby, Kim?" Rocky asked jokingly, as he passed by Kim and Aisha. "I've never seen you with a news paper before."

"Ha, ha, Rocky, very funny." Kim mocked.

"You're reading about the killings last night, aren't you?" Adam asked, as he pulled the door to his locker open, stashing his books inside.

"Yeah. Who would be doing something like that. It's sickening."

"What killings?" Tommy questioned.

"Haven't you been watching the new?" Aisha asked, surprised. They'd been going on for nearly two months, how could Tommy not have heard about them?

"I've been pretty busy with my homework, and practice. I just haven't had the time to really sit down and watch the news." Aisha took the paper from Kim's hands, and offered it to Tommy.

Tommy took the paper from Aisha, as she pointed out the article that they had been reading. Tommy began to read aloud;

‘The Murders are now at four.

‘Two more victims were found, slain last night, in Angel Grove park. The total now stands at four, in the past two months.

‘All four victims were found mauled in a secluded area of the park. Their throats seemed to have been torn out, and bite wounds were discovered on various areas of the bodies. Experts state that the wounds appear to be that of an animal attack, but the testing results are still unclear at this time.

‘At this time, there is little evidence, and no witness' to help with the case. All of the local Zoos have been contacted and questioned about any escaped animals, and there have been no police reports of anyone seeing a wild or stray animal in the area of the park.

‘Authorities ask that everyone use the utmost caution when out at night, and no one should be out alone.'

"I want to blame this on Rita or Zedd, but it's not their style. Not something like this." Tommy said as he folded the paper and handed it back to Kim.

"I agree. Rita and Zedd are known for their monsters, but never anything like the one that would be doing something like this." Kim added, putting the paper back into her locker. "And they attack mostly during the day. Besides, Zordon would have notified us, if it had been Rita or Zedd."

"Maybe we should check with Zordon, at any rate." Adam insisted.

"I agree."

"Hey, has anyone seen Billy this morning?" Rocky asked, slinging his back-pack over his shoulder.

"I saw him earlier. He didn't seem like he was feeling too good. I think he might be coming down with something." Aisha announced.

"Maybe he went home?" Kim said, as she closed her locker door.

"Then I guess that the person coming down the hall is his ghost." Rocky teased, watching as Billy came toward them.

Billy saw the gang at the end of the hall, were they all usually met between classes. He watched the expressions on all of their faces, as he neared them. He should have gone home, he thought, but he had a lot of tests and he didn't want to put them off. All day he had been coping with the headaches, and he had a lot of things on his mind.

"Man, Billy, you look like crap." Billy knew Rocky would be the first person to make a remark at his condition, and he tried to smile, but the movement made his head ache even more.

"Gee, I love you too, Rocky." Billy replied with a bit of sarcasm, as he moved past the group to his locker.

Kim gave everyone a glance, then followed Billy to his locker, where he was fumbling with the lock.

"Um…Billy, maybe you should go home and get some rest. You don't look so good." Kim stepped back, as Billy wrenched open the door to his locker, letting a pile of books spill haphazardly into the immaculate locker.

"I'm all right, really. I have just one more test, then I'll be free to go home."

"Mrs. Appleby's class?" At Billy's nod, Kim continued, "You know, you can tell her that you're not feeling well, and she'll let you make it up later?"

"I…don't…want….to make it up later! I'm fine! All right?" Kim jumped back from Billy at his venomous remark.

"Fine. I'm sorry. I was just concerned." Kim replied woodenly, trying to keep her hurt feelings from getting the best of her.

"Kim, I'm sorry. I've just got this bitch of a headache, and I haven't been sleeping very well. I'll be fine. Thanks for caring." Billy closed his locker and faced a startled Kim. She had never heard him swear before, and his actions were scaring her. "Okay?"

"Yeah, I understand." Kim gave him a quick smile. "We're all going to meet with Zordon after school. We want to find out if Rita and Zedd are behind the killings in the park."

"I've heard about them. Do you really think Rita and Zedd are capable of something like that? That they might actually be starting to kill people that way?"

"Billy, didn't you hear the news this morning? They found two more…last night."

"Last night?"

"Yeah." Aisha said, coming up beside him.

"Hey man, are you okay? You look like you've just seen a ghost." Tommy asked, as Billy suddenly went pale.

"I'm fine. Anyone we know?"

"A couple of Seniors. Nancy Fitzgerald and Jake McCleery." Adam stated.

"Hey, we'd better get to class, before we're late." Kim grabbed Aisha's arm and headed down the hall.

"Are you sure you're going to be all right?" Rocky asked. His usual sarcastic manor taking a back seat to his concern for his friend.

"Would you guys quit worrying about me? I'm fine." Billy sighed in exasperation. "But, I have to agree. We should check with Zordon on this." Billy said looking around. "I don't really think something like this is Rita and Zedd's caliber, but there might be someone else hanging around, that we don't know about."

"Alright. We'll all meet behind the school gym after our last classes." Tommy said, as he backed down the hall, on his way to class. Rocky and Adam following.

"I'll be there." Billy called after them. He watched as they disappeared around the corner. Closing his locker door, he turned, bumping into a young woman who had just come down the hall. Books fell from her arms, scattering over the floor. "I'm sorry." Billy looked up and smiled.

"Seems like you have this thing for bumping into me." Came the soft voice.

"I've been a little preoccupied lately. I haven't seen you around for the last two days. Are you feeling all right, Gayle?" Billy asked.

Gayle was a bright young woman, who he had met about two months ago. She had been assigned the locker next to his, and had, had problems getting the lock open. The friendship had happened immediately. They discussed his love of science, and she seemed to be genuinely interested. He'd thought about asking her to the dance, but his over abundance of shyness kept him for asking. Even Kim's nudges didn't help.

"I've been a little under the weather the last couple of days. The doctor gave me some antibiotics yesterday, and said I should be fine as rain in the next two or three days. I just hope I haven't given it to you or any of your friends." Gayle motioned down the hall in the direction Tommy, Rocky and Adam had left.

"I've been having some headaches, but they started before you got sick. So, I don't think you need to worry." Billy said with a smile. Standing, with arms loaded with her books, Billy smiled and nodded toward her locker.

"Do you think you can get that stubborn lock to open for you this time, while I hold your books?"

"I'll give it a try." He watched intently, as Gayle's slender fingers worked the combination on the lock. Pulling down on it, the lock clicked and fell open. "Well, what do you know?" Gayle pulled open the door, and started unloading Billy's arms.

"Why don't I walk to class with you. We've got the same class together if I'm not mistaken."

"I'd like that, Billy." Gayle closed the door, and joining Billy, they headed down the hall as the bell began to ring.


The day had seemed to drag on forever, and it was finally over. The teens were finally able to gather together to teleport to the Command Center, and talk with Zordon. And as Billy teleported, he began to think that he should have just gone home instead. The headache he'd had all day, had been minimal, but as he made his way to the back of the school, it had started throbbing. And, apparently, teleporting wasn't the best thing for it either.

As he slowly became solid; his feet touching the floor of the Command Center, the pressure seemed to ease slightly, but he still felt as if his head would explode with his very next thought.

"RANGERS, IT IS GOOD TO SEE YOU. IS SOMETHING WRONG?" Zordon asked, surprised by their sudden appearance.

"We don't know, Zordon." Tommy stepped forward.

"We were hoping that maybe you could tell us." Adam said from behind Tommy.

"WHAT MAY I DO TO HELP YOU?" Zordon asked, as Alpha shuffled into the room.

Kim, having retrieved the paper from her locker, pulled it from her back-pack and handed it to Alpha. "There have been four people viciously killed in the park in the last two months. Two of them were killed last night."

"We don't think that it sounds like something Rita and Zedd are capable of, but we want to be sure. And, if it's not them; then maybe we need to check around and see if someone else might have a hand in it." Billy stated, rubbing his throbbing temples.

Aisha cast a concerned glance Billy's way, but her attention was drawn back to the matter at hand.

"Aye, yi, yi, Zordon. All four people have been mutilated."

"IT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE SOMETHING RITA AND ZEDD WOULD DO. BUT, YOU ARE RIGHT TO BE CONCERNED RANGERS. ALPHA AND I WILL CHECK THINGS OUT, AND LET YOU KNOW IF WE FIND ANYTHING."

"Thanks, Zordon."

With a little hesitancy, the Rangers teleported out of the Center, all except, Billy, who was using the edge of the consoles to keep himself upright. "Alpha." He whispered. The pain had become blinding, and everything was out of focus. Then, almost immediately, the dizziness engulfed him. He could hear voices, but they made no sense.

At a touch to his arm, Billy looked up, just barely able to discern Alpha at his side. "Aye, yi, yi, Billy. You're bleeding." Alpha hadn't heard Billy whisper his name, but as he turned to move across the floor of the Center, he spotted Billy slumped over one of the consoles. Alpha called his name several times, before touching his arm. When Billy looked up at him, he was startled to see the blood. Billy just stared at him now, as blood streamed from his nose.

"ALPHA, WE MUST GET BILLY INTO THE MEDICAL CHAMBER AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE. WE WILL USE THE MED BED TO RUN A DIAGNOSTIC ON HIM." Zordon stated, concern filling his voice.

"Right away, Zordon. Aye, yi, yi!" Pressing a few buttons, Billy and Alpha disappeared from the Command Center. Zordon's tube became dark as he followed them to the medical chambers, and his smaller tube, there.

Billy knew immediately that he had been teleported. The pain became so excruciatingly painful, that the darkness that seemed to hover just beyond him, rushed in to engulf him completely. And his last thought was, that if it would make the pain go away, he would welcome it.

He found himself standing at the edge of a deep, black abyss. It was cold here. Behind him, was the warmth of the light, and the pain. He gazed around at his unfamiliar surroundings, wondering how he had arrived there. Between the darkness and the light, where he expected to find a line of gray, there wasn't a line. The light just stopped, as if the darkness was swallowing it whole.

But, what did it matter? What did any of it matter? The pain was gone for now.

As Billy stood at the edge, his feet just inches from the darkness, he slowly began to reach out his hand toward it, feeling the cold, iciness of the dark as it began to wrap around him.

Then, from the depths of the darkness came a voice, one that seemed so familiar, but one he couldn't place. "Join with me. Make me whole." The voice was deep, and came out almost as a growl. As soon as the words had been spoken, they continued to echo all around him, like a whisper from a nightmare. "Join with me….join with me…."

"Who are you?" Billy called, pulling back from the abyss.

"I am all that you are, all that you have never been, all that you have ever thought to be. Together we can be whole. Together….strong!" The words echoed as before. Wrapping around him, enfolding him.

Billy had never truly experienced real fear before, but he felt it now. He wanted to run, to go back to the light, but he couldn't move. He was frozen, staring into the darkness of the abyss.

"Join with me!" Billy watched as a pair of deep, yellow eyes appeared before him, seeming to float in the darkness. Then, terror filling his soul, a clawed hand shot forth from the darkness, coarse, gray hair covering it's deformed length. Billy watched in frozen horror, as the had wrapped itself around his arm, it's strength dragging him forward, toward the dark. A deep growl reached out toward him, trying to enter his mind.

"NO!" Billy finally, screamed. Then, he felt a warmth around him, and he was slowly being pulled from the arms of darkness. Billy could feel the claws of the hand, digging deep furrows into his flesh, blood rising, dripping from his arm.

As Billy was finally released, his scream melded with the roar of the creature, that sought it's refuge in the darkness.

"Billy?"

Alpha watched as the teen shot up off of the med-bed, sweat beading his brow. "BILLY? ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?" Zordon called out to him.

"You were in deep R.E.M. sleep. Must have been a dandy of a dream?" Alpha chuckled nervously, as he moved back to Billy's side.

Looking out from between his fingers, his hands pressed to his face, Billy saw Alpha next to him. "Alpha? A…dream?" Billy slowly let his hands fall from his face, noticing a small bandage on his left arm. Suddenly stricken with panic, Billy reached to tear the bandage away, to expose the claw marks that he knew had to be there. Alpha stopped him, looking at him. "What happened?"

"YOU APPEARED TO BE HAVING A SEVER HEADACHE. ALPHA SAW THAT YOU HAD STARTED TO BLEED FROM YOUR NOSE, AND YOU DIDN'T ANSWER HIM WHEN HE CALLED YOUR NAME. THEN YOU BECAME UNCONSCIOUS."

"We teleported you here, to the med-bed, just before you fell." Alpha put in, removing his hand from Billy's arm, and removing a small electrode from his temple.

At Billy's questioning glance at the bandage on his arm, Zordon explained what had happened while he was out. "ALPHA DREW SOME BLOOD, AND TOOK SOME BRAIN SCANS. WE WILL DO TESTS TO SEE IF THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG. HAVE YOU BEEN HAVING THESE HEADACHES FOR LONG?" Zordon questioned.

"Almost everyday, for the past two months. Sometimes just little twinges, but lately, they have become almost disabling. And I've had periods of blackouts, as well."

"SO THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON EVER SINCE YOU AND THE OTHERS RETURNED FROM PHAEDOS?"

"You don't think…I might have caught something there, do you?" Billy asked, the worry filling his every word.

"I DO NOT BELIEVE SO. NONE OF THE OTHERS SEEM TO BE HAVING ANY COMPLICATIONS. THOUGH ALPHA AND I WILL INQUIRE ABOUT IT."

"You said something about a…brain scan? What did that show?" Billy slipped carefully off the edge of the med-bed, to follow Alpha to the computer against the wall.

There, in black and white on it's screen, was an x-ray of his brain. Billy looked more closely at the image before him, trying to remember everything he had learned about the organ.

"Everything looks normal, Billy, except this dark area…here." Alpha pointed to a small section of the brain that was completely dark. "This is where you store your unconscious thoughts. It shouldn't be dark like this."

"What does it mean? It's not a…tumor…is it?" Billy dreaded the thought. It couldn't possibly be one. It just couldn't be. But, at the moment, it was all his mind could come up with for an explanation.

"I'm sure that it's not, Billy." Alpha sighed.

"ALPHA WILL RUN SOME TESTS TO SEE IF WE CAN DIAGNOSE THE PROBLEM, HOPEFULLY WE WILL BE ABLE TO EXPLAIN THE HEADACHES AND THE BLACK OUTS. IT WILL TAKE SOME TIME, YOU SHOULD GO HOME AND REST."

Billy tried to smile. Though, at this point, there didn't seem to be anything to smile about. So, Billy slowly let the smile fade from his face, replacing them with worry lines.

"I gave you a shot Billy. To help with the pain, that's when I noticed something strange." Alpha broke into Billy's thoughts.

"Strange?" Billy looked at Alpha; that single word repeating itself over and over in his head. Just then, Zordon's voice brought him back from his thoughts.

"WHEN ALPHA GAVE YOU THE SHOT, THE DARK AREA ON YOUR BRAIN; WHICH AT THE TIME, SEEMED TO COVER NEARLY HALF OF THE UNCONSCIOUS PART, SEEMED TO MAKE THE DARK AREA SHRINK AWAY TO THE POINT IT WAS WHEN YOU SAW IT ON THE COMPUTER SCREEN."

"What was in the shot?" Billy asked, taking the offered bottle from Alpha.

"Dorasoul." Alpha said, watching as Billy looked at the half empty bottle. Billy eyed the bottle, turning it over and over in his hands. Alpha and Zordon watched, silently, as Billy placed the bottle on the console, returning once more to the image on the computer screen.

"What is it's main ingredient? I don't remember a drug by that name."

"THE DRUG IS FROM MY HOME WORLD OF ELTAR. THOUGH A GOODLY PORTION OF IT'S INGREDIENTS WERE HARVESTED FROM OTHER WORLDS."

"I found the ingredients, Billy." Alpha said, waving a piece of computer paper at him. Billy took the paper from Alpha, and began to scan through the list of ingredients. At each ingredient, he would pause, trying to remember what the plant was, and what it's main purpose was. But, nothing seemed out of place. Nothing that would cause any type of reaction, as it had. Then he stopped at the last ingredient. It seemed to jump out at him from the paper. Why would anyone use such a plant. It was toxic. He should be dead…shouldn't he?

Billy pointed to the ingredient, as he questioned Zordon, "What does Wolfsbane do? I thought it was poisonous?"

"IT, MIXED WITH THE OTHER INGREDIENTS, LOOSES IT'S TOXICITY, BECOMING A NARCOTIC. IT RELAXES THE NERVES IN THE BRAIN." Zordon stated.

That would explain it; Billy thought. That's why he was beginning to feel a bit disoriented at the moment. "Could it possibly be some sort of spell?" Billy knew that he was fishing for a quick answer, but he couldn't help it. The thoughts that were running around in his mind at the moment, were the ones that he hoped to never have to think about.

"We ran those tests already, Billy. We couldn't find any signs of a spell. I'm sorry." Alpha truly did seem like he was sorry, and Billy was sorry that they had to feel that way at all. Billy glanced up at Zordon, hoping that he might have the answers.

"THE TESTS SHOULDN'T TAKE TOO, LONG. ALPHA AND I WILL TELEPORT YOU HOME. PLEASE GET SOME REST. WE WILL DO ALL THAT WE CAN."

"Thank you, Zordon. Please let me know what you find out. About the killings, and the tests? And…please don't tell the others about my condition, not until we know what's wrong."

"YOU HAVE OUR WORD, BILLY. SLEEP WELL." Alpha pressed the buttons, and they watched as Billy disappeared from the Center, in a column of blue light.


Billy appeared, silently and unseen, in his bedroom. The darkness of night plunging everything into shadows. He stood alone in the darkness for sometime, realizing that this time, when he teleported, it didn't leave him with a massive headache. For that, he was grateful.

Crossing the room, Billy turned on the small lamp on his computer desk; it's light barely penetrating the darkness filling the room around him. He felt physically tired, and the drug that Alpha had given him, was making his head swim. He looked at the messy bed, and realized that he'd be spending another night wide awake. As he sat down in the desk chair, and reached to turn on the computer, a knock came at the door.

"William? Are you okay son? I didn't hear you come home from school."

"quot;I'm all right, dad. Just really tired, and I have a ton of homework to do."

"Would you like me to bring some supper us to you?" Billy thought about his father's offer for a moment, before replying. He was surprised to find; that after not eating all day, he still wasn't hungry. He should be starving. He'd only taken a orange with him to eat on his way to school, and as it was, he'd thrown half of it away.

"N-no dad. I'm not hungry. Thanks anyway."

"All right. Get some sleep. And I'll see you in the morning."

"Good night, dad." Billy listened as his father made his way down the hall, and down the stairs. He felt bad about lying, but he didn't want his father to worry unnessicarily.

Turning back to the computer, Billy started it up. If he was going to be awake all night, the least he could do, was do some research on the Internet. Check into disorders and diseases of the brain, as well as find out a little more about wolfsbane.

When the computer had completed it's start up, Billy connected to the Internet and went to the search engine on his home page. Moving the cursor to the empty box near the button, Billy clicked in it, and pausing, he began to type in the first word that came to his mind…

"Werewolf…"

Billy stared at the word, typed in black, in front of him. What had prompted him to type that word? He'd ment to type in ‘Wolfsbane'. Hesitantly, he reached out to the delete key. Again he paused, his finger barely touching it. Pulling back, Billy pressed the enter key.

Surprised by his actions, Billy watched as the computer brought up a list of related sites. What was going on? What did ‘werewolf' have to do with anything? Hesitantly, Billy reached for the mouse, and started to search from site to site, almost as if he had no control over what he was doing.

As the hours passed, and he clicked from site to site, he read all that he could about the mythical creature. Myths, legends. Every story written by those fascinated with the beast, as well as newspaper and magazine related articles.

As Billy clicked through one more site, his hand froze on the mouse key. A dark page on a site slowly began to download. Before him, becoming more and more clear, was the mangled body of a woman. So gruesome was the picture, that Billy tried to turn away from it, but he couldn't. Something inside of him found it fascinating. He sat there in his desk chair, glaring at the screen, enthralled by what he was seeing.

He let his eyes skim over the words, seeing them, but not seeing them. As he reached the bottom of the column, a familiar word stuck out at him. As he read that one word, his pounding heart stopped.

Wolfsbane…

Billy pushed away from the computer, suddenly freed from the bonds that held him there. He watched the image on the screen, as it began to pulsate. He tried to blink his eyes, to make it go away, but it was still there. And slowly, he began to feel the pain overtaking him once more. It began at the base of his skull, and like a tidelwave; swept over his head to come to rest behind his eyes.

Everything he looked at seemed to take on a reddish glow. A high pitched ringing in his ears, soon followed, growing louder and louder, until he thought his ears would burst. Stumbling back, Billy tripped over his back-pack, which had been discarded onto the floor when he had teleported home, and began to fall.

It all seemed to be moving in slow motion. Falling forever. Then he felt his head hit the hardwood boards of the floor, sending sparks of pain shooting through his head, flashing before his eyes. As he began to push himself up from the floor, he could taste the coppery sting of blood on his tongue.

Surprised, he reached up, wiping his hand over his lips. Blood coated his fingers with dark crimson. He'd bitten his lip when his head hit the floor. As he looked at the blood, he stared in horror at his hand. His fingers seemed to be shrinking, bending in toward the palm of his hand. His once short, blunt fingernails, were now thick, black claws. The fine hairs of his arm, became long and coarse.

"Oh my God! This can't be happening!" He cried in terrified shock. Trying to get to his feet, he felt the world around him starting to spin, sending him back down to his knees. He was on fire now. His whole body burning. Every pour of his body felt like red-hot needles were piercing his skin. Thousands of them, all at once.

Clumsily, he reached for the buttons on his shirt, but the appendages; that he no longer considered to be fingers, couldn't grasp the small buttons. Desperate to feel cool, he began to tear at his clothes, determined to get them off one way or another. In no time, he had removed the bothersome objects, tossing them across the room. But he didn't feel any cooler.

Finally, standing completely naked in the middle of his bedroom, a mirror on the back of his bedroom door, confronted him with a site that he could not believe. His body was not his, anymore. Slowly, painfully, it was changing, becoming less and less human. Billy was disappearing, being replaced by a thing of myth and nightmares. His washboard stomach was drawing inward, toward his spine, his ribs stretching out, rounding to the front. His arms and legs were twisting, and lengthening into new shapes, as he watched the same coarse hair that covered his arms, begin to cover his body.

Every part of his body screamed in pain as it took on the shape of the dark predator; the wolf. And, as the final transformations occurred, he could not stop; what should have been a scream, from being ripped from his lips. The pain in his head, of moments ago, was nothing compared to the pain it was now going through as his face contorted, becoming elongated. He could hear the snap and pop of bones and muscle, as his whole body began to take on it's new shape.

He tried to call out for help. But, all that came out of his mouth, was a low growl. He could hear a sudden pounding on the door, but it didn't seem to make any sense to him anymore.

"Make me whole." There was that voice in his head again. A voice that was a part of him. It was him.

With his new eyes, he gazed around at the unfamiliar surroundings. What were these things around him? What was the sent that he was catching. Someone had invaded his territory. His ears pricked, and he faced the door, as the pounding continued. The creature that had once been Billy, moved slowly, stalkingly, toward the object that separated him from his…prey.

Baring his teeth, he moved closer to the door. There, he could smell the fear on the other side. Fear, and adrenaline, rich blood. Baring his teeth once more, he let out a low, vibrating growl. And, with eyes that could see a drop of water in the dark, he watched the knob on the door begin to turn. Pressing his ears tightly back against his head, he listened as the door slowly began to open, it's hinges squeaking ever so lightly.

Licking his fangs; his meal about to enter the room, he drooled at the thought of the warm blood entering his empty stomach.

Then, something happened. The creature was confused. It felt a desperate need to get away, but it wanted to stay, to eat, to taste the blood. Unable to understand, the creature turned on all fours, and headed for the window next to the bed. In one smooth leap, the wolf lept through the window, down two stories, landing hard on the ground below. Taking a quick look back, the beast turned and sped away into the surrounding darkness.

Hank pushed the door to Billy's room open. He'd heard a commotion coming from his son's room, and had come directly upstairs to check it out. When the door wouldn't open, Hank had panicked, worried about the safety of his son. That fear was even stronger, when he called out to Billy, and he didn't answer. Just as he was letting the panic over take him, he remembered that the door had always had a tendency to stick once in a while. Swallowing down the fear, Hank opened the door on the dark and silent room.

"Billy?" Reaching over to the right of the door, Hank flipped on the light switch, bathing the dark room into light. Everything in the room seemed to be normal. Dirty clothes lay piled on the floor, back-pack dumped carelessly on the floor next to the bed. Hank sighed, shaking his head.

He had never let on to Billy what he knew. He had found out, quite by accident, that Billy was a Power Ranger, and so was his friends.

He had been entering the lab one day when he saw Billy and Adam talking to a voice that seemed to be coming from their watches. Then, right before his eyes, they disappeared from the lab, in two columns of light. One blue column, and one black column. After that, it wasn't too hard to put two and two together, and come up with the conclusion that he had.

"Must be something to do with the Rangers." Hank concluded. Checking the room once more, Hank switched off the light, and closed the door.


He could smell it, the storm coming in from the west. The air was permeated with it. A soft breeze ruffled the fur on his back, as he moved through the darkness of the park, he shivered at the feeling of it.

The grass beneath his feet, was soft. And with each step he took, he could smell the freshness of it, filling his sensitive nostrils. But, above it all, he could smell the salty blood that covered his fur, and the taste of it was bliss. His hunger had been slacked, and now he explored the place that had become his territory. His ears pricked at a sound coming from across the park from him. This was the first sound he had heard since his kill earlier.

Keeping to the dark of the bushes that lined the park, he stealthily made his way toward the sound. The smell of unspilt blood filled the air, but it lacked the adrenaline that the fear brought with it. That would come in time. The blood would be rich with adrenaline when he finally tasted it. The thought made him quiver in excitement.

Another sniff of the air, told him that there were two beings there.

He didn't need to eat. He was full from his first meal, but the thrill of the hunt was running rampant through his blood, and he couldn't ignore it. His whole body quivered with the thought.


Gayle sat on the park bench, feeling safe for the time being. She had been on her way home from a group study meeting, when it had become dark. As she passed through the park, she had heard voices, and had followed them. From behind the cover of a nearby tree, she had watched as a police officer seemed to be arguing with a vagrant. The vagrant was dressed in rags, with long greasy hair and beard. She stayed hidden, until she saw the vagrant move away into the darkness surrounding the park.

As soon as he was gone, Gayle approached the police officer, and explained what had happened, and if she could stay with him, until he could escort her home. Telling him that she had heard about the killings, and didn't want to be in the park alone. The officer had told her that he wouldn't be getting off duty for some time, but that she would be welcome to join him in his patrol of the park until then. She had accepted gratefully, and had stricken up a conversation.

It was during this conversation, that Gayle thought she heard a growl. At first she tried to shut out the sound of the officer's voice, as he continued to talk, to try to listen for what she thought she heard. When she didn't hear it again, she rejoined the conversation. Then it came again. Stiffening, she gazed nervously around her, trying to see past the darkness.

"Gayle, what's wrong?" The officer stood from his spot on the bench, and for the first time, he heard the growl. Putting his hand on the butt of his gun, he turned to check out the area. From out of the darkness, like a wraith, a large gray figure lept from the nearby bushes, knocking him to the ground. A quick slash of claws left a bloody trail down his chest. He rolled to the side, clutching a the wounds, listening as Gayle screamed in terror, just a few feet away from him.

Gayle watched the wolf approach her, and even in her terrified state, she noticed that the creature was larger than a normal wolf should be.

It continued to approach her, almost seeming to be stalking her. It's yellow eyes seemed to glow in the dark, menacingly. It's lips curved in a snarl that bared two rows of razor sharp teeth. Was that blood on it's fur? She asked herself, as it drew closer and closer.

With a deep growl, the beast settled back on it's haunches, preparing to lunge at her. Just as the beast let go with an ear pearcing roar, leaping toward her, Gayle threw her arms up in front of her, waiting for those razor sharp teeth to sink into the flesh of her arms.

Instead she heard the blast of a gun being fired, making her jump back a few inches. Dropping her arms, she saw the beast laying on it's side, struggling to get to it's feet. She felt a hand grab her arm, and she screamed.

"You've got to get out of here! Get to the car, and call for some back-up!" The officer pushed the keys to the car into her fisted hand. Gayle nodded her understanding, and stumbled her way though the park to the parking lot, where the patrol car sat alone.

The creature, laying on it's side on the ground, watched as the female ran into the darkness. But, it didn't matter. There was still the male. An Alpha male, from the smell of it. This was his territory, now. This weak Alpha male would not live to challenge his again.

In the blink of an eye, the beast righted itself, and as he did so, he felt the burn of the bullet wound in his shoulder. The bullet had penetrated deep, but not enough. The Alpha male turned toward him, and the beast could smell the adrenaline racing through the blood now, and it was satisfied. As the male turned, the beast caught a flash of silver in his hand, but he didn't move fast enough.


Billy shivered as he reached for the blanket he had apparently kicked off sometime during the night. As he felt around; eyes closed, he noticed that things didn't quite feel right. Slowly he opened is eyes, blinking them against the sunlight that had invaded his sleep. A deep throbbing, pounded away behind his eyes. Blinking a few time, he pushed himself up into a sitting position, and looked around. Before him was his lab table, filled with beakers and flasks.

Jumping to his feet, Billy spun around to take it all in. A rush of panic filled him in that one instant. He had to be dreaming. He just had to be. This couldn't have happened again! Not in two consecutive days.

Trying to calm himself, he tried to remember what it was that he was doing the night before. He'd been in his bedroom, looking up information about Wolfsbane on the Internet. And if that was the case, then what was he doing here in the lab? Billy closed his eyes, trying to control the erratic beating of his heart, and his near hyperventilation. His throbbing head, seemed to be causing some lightheadedness.

Remembering what had happened the morning before, Billy opened his eyes, and, gazing down at himself, he found that he was naked once more. On closer inspection he saw some deep bruises on his side, and a few on his legs, along with something that looked a bit like a combination of dirt and dried blood. Billy quickly reached for the lab apron that sat on a stool nearby. A searing pain shot through his arm at the motion. Pulling back he looked for the cause of the pain, his free hand moving carefully over his shoulder.

As his fingers came into contact with the area, Billy sucked in a deep breath, and gazed at the spot on his upper left shoulder. The skin was slightly swollen in an area about the size of a silver dollar. In it's center, was a wound as big around as his index finger. The edges slightly jagged, with dry trails of blood extending from it.

"Oh God, no! I've got to talk to Zordon." Billy tried to swallow down the lump of panic that filled his throat. Careful to protect his arm, he reached for the apron once more, pulling it on over his head, and heading for the door.

As he reached for the knob, he saw it start to turn. Glancing quickly around, he dashed for the closet, barely shutting the door before his father stepped into the lab.

"Billy? Are you down here?" Hank called out. "I guess he must have left for school already. Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, Mr. Cranston." Came Kim's voice from behind him.

Billy listened silently; having forgotten that he'd promised that he would walk to school with Kim this morning.

"When you see Billy at school today, could you tell him that I'll be late getting home from work tonight?"

"I sure will, Mr. Cranston."

Billy watched as the door closed, leaving him alone in the room once again. Quietly, he pushed open the closet door, listening to the footsteps of his father and Kim, retreating up the stairs.

"Is it possible? Could I be killing people?" Billy, for the first time in a long time, didn't know what to do, or what to think. Here he was, confronted with some very incriminating evidence, and he didn't know what to do. There had to be a rational explanation for everything, but he wasn't feeling exceptionally rational at the moment. He wasn't a killer. Was he?

The sound of a car starting and backing out of the drive, told Billy that his father was leaving for work, and that he was completely alone. And at that moment, there was only one thing on his mind. He had to get to Zordon.

Racing up the stairs, Billy quickly showered and dressed in record time. He had to get to Zordon soon, or he'd go crazy with all of the things that were running through his mind.

Standing alone in his bedroom, his hand on his communicator, he was ready to teleport. Just as his finger began to nudge the button, there was a thud against the front door. Quickly descending the stairs, Billy headed to the door. Looking out though the peep hole, he couldn't see anyone or anything around.

Carefully he opened the door to find, sitting on the welcome mat, the morning's news paper. The headline jumped out at him, accusing him with his own thoughts. With hands trembling, Billy picked up the paper and closed the door behind him.

Billy made his way slowly across the livingroom, to the dinning area, where he proceeded to unwrap the rubber band from around it. Laying the paper out on the table top, Billy began to read of his nightly adventures.

2 More Murders

Police are investigating the fifth and sixth murders this morning. For the past two weeks, a total of six murders have been committed; all of which appear to be the work of the same individual, or individuals.

Callie Jorgerson was found brutally mutilated near the pond in Angel Grove City Park. The night's second victim was Officer Hal Peterson. He was found in the middle of the park, by a bench, not far from the parking lot, where his patrol car was parked. That's where authorities found a young woman, Gayle Monroe, who had put in a call to dispatch at about 11:21 PM.

The young woman was not harmed, but the police have provided a psychologist to speak with the young woman about the nights events. This is the only apparent witness that AGPD have on the murders.

In a statement, she told the arriving Officers, that the attacker had been a very large, black wolf. Investigations are going on to verify these claims.

Blood at the science, indicate that the animal may have been wounded in the fight. There was six rounds in the gun, and only one had been fired. Police followed a small blood trail through the park, but it stopped just inside of the park's boundaries.

A curfew has been posted for all of Angel Grove, though the murders have all taken place within the park perimeters. No one is allowed outside past dark. Citations will be given to those who disobey the curfew. Police ask you to use caution at all times when alone, weather it's during the day, or early evening.

Police are offering a reward to any information leading to the capture of the murder. Please inform them of any information you might have, as soon as possible.

Billy moved away from the paper, like it was ready to leap up off the table and attack him. He stood staring down at the front page, the words accusing him. It was all there, all they had to do was put his name at the bottom.

He didn't know how long he stood there, staring at the paper. The familiar six tone beep from his communicator brought his thoughts back to the present. For a brief moment, Billy stood there trying to remember what those beeps ment. Looking down at the band on his wrist, then realized just what it was. Raising his wrist up to his mouth, he pressed the button, "This is Billy."

"RITA AND ZEDD HAVE SENT A NEW MONSTER TO ANGEL GROVE. WEREMON. MEET THE REST OF THE RANGERS IN DOWN TOWN ANGEL GROVE AS SOON AS YOU CAN."

"I'm on my way Zordon." Billy sighed into the communicator.

Realizing that his meeting with Zordon would have to wait, Billy reluctantly morphed and teleported to the down town area of Angel Grove, where the other Rangers were already in battle with the monster.

As he watched the battle, already in progress, a strong sense of excitement began to fill him. Gone was the importance of needing to talk with Zordon. As he stood there, on the city street; his blue armor protecting him, he watched the monster that his teammates were fighting, and he had to laugh. He found it amazingly hilarious, that Rita and Zedd had attempted to make their monster look like the very thing dwelling inside of him.

And it took no time at all, to see that their attempts had failed miserably.

Weremon was a woman in form, but perched atop her shoulders, was a wolf's head that seemed to look more like a Chihuahua. A mane of white hair flowed down her back, and bristles covered her body. Billy couldn't stop the laugh that erupted from him, over shadowing the sounds of battle.

Noticing how quite it had become, Billy stopped laughing, and looked around. The Rangers had backed away from he seven foot monster, and Weremon, as well as the Rangers, were all staring at him.

"What's so funny Blue Boy?" Weremon asked. Her voice deep and growling.

"You." Billy stood his ground. Legs firmly set apart, fists clenched on his hips.

"I'll show you what funny, you puny, worthless human!"

"You, want to show, me? Well, let me show you what a real wolf can do!"

Before Weremon could advance toward Billy to attack, Billy lept forward, a feral growl filling the air around them.

The Rangers watched in stunned surprise, as Billy attacked the monster with a quickness, and fierceness that they had never seen before. But, they couldn't dwell on it long, as Tengus swarmed into the fight. Each Ranger suddenly had two to three Tengus a piece, as they returned to the fight.

As the fight continued, growing more and more intense, Billy began to feel that small part of him that was human, start to slip away. The beast within him was taking over the fight. It's territorial instincts driving it forward.

"God! Help me! Don't let me fade away, like I never existed!" He screamed to himself. Then he heard the growling voice.

"What is a Man with out the Beast? If all Beasts were gone, Man would die from a great loneliness of Spirit. For, whatever happens to the Beast, soon happens to Man. All things are connected. Join with me. Make me whole. Together we can be strong!" Billy wanted to resist, to fight the beast. But, the promises the voice made began to pull him down.

Suddenly, a blinding pain shot though his head. Darker, and more painful than before. Billy clapped his hands over his ears, a scream filling the streets around him. His own scream? He couldn't be sure. It seemed to come from him, and yet it seemed to come from everywhere all at once.

Distracted by Billy's screams of pain, the Tengus were able to beat the Rangers back.

Seeing that her opponent was in great pain, and distracted; Weremon attacked, her long claws ripping a deep trail across the gold, wolf embossed medallion on Billy's chest, sending him sprawling several feet away.

"You're mine now!" Weremon roared in victory.

Billy barely even felt the blow, or his body hitting the ground several feet away, with a force that should have knocked the air from his lungs. The pain in his head threatened to split his skull.

Several feet from where Billy had landed, Tommy began to push himself to a sitting position, opening a link to Zordon.

"Zordon! Billy needs help! He's in a lot of pain, and he can't defend himself!"

"We're teleporting him now." Came Alpha's worried reply.

Billy felt his armor dissolve from around his body. He was completely defenseless now. As he tried to look up as Weremon approached him. The sun was too bright, sending needles of pain shooting through his eyes. But, none the less, Weremon didn't miss the look that Billy shot her. His eyes flashing a bright yellow, and a set of fangs protruded slightly over his bottom lip. Weremon stopped in her advance, startled by this new part to the fight. Before she could collect herself to continue her attack, Billy disappeared in a flash of blue light.

The only part of Billy's consciousness that was still Billy, felt the dizzying effects of teleportation. The pain, as he knew it, was gone, but he would have preferred the pain to the icy cold darkness that threatened to completely engulf him forever. He had to fight it. Alpha and Zordon had to save him.

Alpha.

Zordon…

Alpha was shocked down to his diodes, as Billy coalesced in the center of the Command Center floor, laying on his side in a fetal posture.

"HURRY ALPHA. WE MUST GET BILLY TO THE MED-BED AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE." Zordon instructed the small automaton.

"Oh, Billy! Aye, yi, yi, yi!" Alpha rushed to his side, grasping Billy's shoulders to help him up from the floor.

Shock sent Alpha stumbling backwards, as Billy's head shot up, his eyes glowing yellow, and fangs filling his mouth.

"ALPHA! THE CONTAINMENT FIELD…"

Alpha quickly pressed the controls that brought down beams of light to encircle the now, crouching figure. As the beams solidified, Billy rushed them, the light singeing his flesh. Falling away, Billy kneeled on the floor, staring out between the beams at Alpha, fangs bared and a deep rumbling growl flowing from him. Suddenly it seemed as if a sudden pain gripped him, and Alpha could hear Billy's voice, mangled somewhat by the fangs. "Help…Me…!" Billy cried out to them, looking up through the beams. A single tear streaking down his pain filled face.

"Billy…" Alpha watched Billy, helpless to do anything.

Both Zordon and Alpha watched in horror, as Billy began to transform into the creature that haunted every man's worse dreams. Watched, as his body began to bend and contort in ways they never would have imagined was possible.

What were they going to do? How could they help him?

"ALPHA. DO A BRAIN SCAN."

"What is it, Zordon?" Alpha questioned, as he programmed a small rod to enter the containment field from above, and carefully circle the transforming Billy.

"WE WILL KNOW MORE IN A MOMENT." Zordon hoped that his voice was as even as he thought. In all of his centuries as a Ranger mentor, he had never experienced anything like this. But, he seemed to remember something Dulcea had told him, about a Ranger several centuries ago, who had gone through something similar to this.

"Finished, Zordon." Alpha announced.

"BRING IT UP ON THE COMPUTER SCREEN." Alpha stood back, aghast, as the image of Billy's brain