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Hope For Love	By : Alise Category: M through R > Power Rangers Views: 1409 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I in no way own the Power Rangers from either Time Force or Ninja Storm (or any other season for that matter) No profit is being made off of these characters, I only borrowed them for my own sick amusement.

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WARNINGS: Chapter contains mentions of torture, rape, death, severe guilt
and self punishment. Please take caution if any of these topics are sensitive
for you.
�Blah� � speaking
�Blah� � thinking
Blah � dream sequence
�Blah� singing
Michael sneered at the Bradley
brothers a crying Cheyenne trapped in his arms, he snarled at the boys. �Say
your goodbyes, you�re not ever going to see her again!� He threatened as he
quickly left and made his way to the car.
�CHEYENNE!�
Hunter screamed, quickly breaking away as he ran towards his sister, �No! You
can�t take her!� He cried before choking as one of the policemen caught him.
Sobbing he watched as Clarke took her away, never to see her again.
[Flash]
Sensei entered the training room, his
face tight with sorrow as he watched Hunter straining to control the lightning
as he sparred with a third years student. �Hunter,� he called, watching with
apprehension as the determined blonde came over to him. �I� I�m afraid I have
bad news��
Hunter quickly snatched the letter in
Sensei�s hand away and read it carefully. His eyes snapped up to Omino�s in
disbelief. �What?� He asked, his voice shaky as tears began to cloud his
vision.
�NO! You�re lying, or they are!� He
screamed his hands fisting in anger and grief. He stared up at his Sensei and
at seeing the pity in his arms dropped to his knees and screamed, �NO CHEYENNE!� A swarm of
lightning bolts hit ground around them as he screamed. On the ground next to
him, smoldering from the nearby lightning strikes was a death certificate.
Hunter woke up, a scream escaping his lips as he shook in shock from the
memory. He turned the light on, his eyes stinging from the cold sweat that had
broken out around his body.� He jumped
out of bed, tears beginning to fall as he stared at the calendar on the wall
next to his bed. It was March 23, the day that the police had found them. He
growled and quickly pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants. Punching the button
beside the door panel he stormed through the residential part of ninja ops and
made his way towards the training area. He had disregarded the fact that it was
not quite four in the morning.
His eyes blazing with barely held emotion, he quickly began to punch at the
punching bag in the corner, disregarding tape or gloves as he punished himself
and the bag.
~~
Cam woke to loud thumping sound, his eyes
drifting with sudden apprehension to the camera monitors next to his bed. The
place wasn�t breached but he could still hear the odd sound. Squinting at the
clock and growling under his breath at the late hour. Getting up he made his
way out into command central, shocked to find Hunter punching a bag, muttering
under his breath. Moving forward, he was shocked to see blood splatters on the
floor around the bag and to hear choked sobs coming from the taller man.
�Hunter, are you alright?� He asked gently, laying a hand on Hunter�s
shoulder. The second his hand touched him though he had to bolt out of the way
to avoid being hit by Hunter�s fist. �Hunter!� he snapped, his expression
betraying his shock at the other�s expression.
The Crimson ranger was bleeding from his knuckles, his fists were turning
black and purple from the trauma and his face was enraged for a split second
before he recognized Cam.
�Blake!� Cam called out, still wary and
even more alarmed as Hunter fell to his knees and began to weep. Blake
immediately came rushing out of his room, clad only in a pair of tight blue
boxers. Taking in the scene Blake swore under his breath and immediately made
his way to his brother�s side.
�Hunter, ah bro not again,� he muttered as he carefully took Hunter�s left
hand and winced as he saw it. �Cam get the
first aid kit,� he muttered under his breath as he kissed Hunter�s cheek gently
and stroked the older boy�s back. �Hunter you can�t keep doing this to
yourself, it was 11 years ago,� he said gently as he lifted Hunter and
carefully brought him over to sit on a nearby cushion.
�I failed her, Shya, my baby, I failed, I broke my promise,� Hunter
whispered brokenly before letting his head fall against Blake�s shoulder. �I
failed her and you Blake! I�m sorry I wasn�t strong enough Blake!� He sobbed
before turning and burying his head in Blake�s neck.
Blake winced at Hunter�s words and bit his lip before seeming to steel
himself against his brother. �Hunter, Hun we were kids, you were nine years
old! You couldn�t have saved us if you wanted to! What were you going to do if
we weren�t caught huh?� He asked carefully bringing Hunter�s face up so he
could look into the watery blue eyes, �What would you have done when the money
ran out and we didn�t have any way to pay for board of food? Prostitute
yourself? Steal?� He growled under his breath and fisted Hunter�s hair.
�Hunter, you did the best you could, but it isn�t your fault she got taken
away and it isn�t your fault she died. She got sick, it happens.� He said
firmly as he slowly released Hunter�s face and took the bandages and antiseptic
Cam had lain out. �You have to stop doing this
to yourself Hunter. I know it isn�t fair, but I need you, we all need you to be
strong so we can take Lothor out.� He said before kissing Hunter�s forehead.
�Now it�s early, let�s get you back to bed, we don�t have to train for another
four hours.� He said quietly as he gently lead his now seemingly comatose
brother back towards his room.
Cam stared out over the carnage, trying to
wrap his mind around what he�d just seen and heard. He didn�t have to wait long
for an explanation however as Blake was suddenly by his side with a roll of
paper towels and bleach. Cam watched in
fascination as Blake scrubbed at the floors and punching bag roughly, his own
shoulders shaking as tears fell to the floor which were quickly scrubbed away.
Deciding he�d had enough Cam dropped to his
knees beside Blake and drew him up from the cleaning. �Stop, leave it for now.�
He ordered, his tone booking no argument as he wiped the tears from Blake�s
face. �Now would you kindly explain what�s going on, and why I had to catch
your brother sobbing and bleeding all over ops?� He asked his tone less abrasive
than normal.
Blake looked at the bag, his eyes going out of focus making Cam sigh. �It was 11 years ago, right before out parents
died,� Blake started softly, his eyes glued on the bag. �Our parents told us
they were adopting again, this time a little girl,� he paused and smiled
briefly. �Hunter was a lot less enthused than I was, he was already the oldest,
and he didn�t like girls. He had just turned nine and I was still seven. I was
so excited that I wasn�t going to be the youngest anymore and slowly he seemed
more excited and then the day came,� here he paused and smiled widely, shifting
where he stood and glancing over at Cam.
�She was brought to the house by her social worker and she walked through
that door. I swear Hunter just melted instantly. She was tiny; she looked so
breakable like a doll. She had all these black curls and these bright blue
eyes, they almost looked scary,� he laughed, �She asked us to color with her
and Hunter immediately agreed, getting her crayons and just obeying her every
whim. It was really adorable how much he doted on her. Her name was Cheyenne.�
Cam frowned, he hadn�t ever heard of their
sister, �What happened?� He asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.
Blake�s face blanked again. �There was an attack about two months later, our
parents stayed to fight off the robbers and they were shot. Ninja powers are so
great you know? But they don�t stop a bullet. Our parents, they hadn�t changed
the will and apparently Cheyenne
had a many times removed cousin who decided he wanted custody. The Judge, he,
you could tell he wanted to let Sensei Omino become her guardian too but there
was a law, one that got repelled in 96, that stated a blood relative would get
preference over a guardian elect like Sensei.�
Blake�s face blanked again. �There was an attack about two months later, our
parents stayed to fight off the robbers and they were shot. Ninja powers are so
great you know? But they don�t stop a bullet. Our parents, they hadn�t changed
the will and apparently Cheyenne
had a many times removed cousin who decided he wanted custody. The Judge, he,
you could tell he wanted to let Sensei Omino become her guardian too but there
was a law, one that got repelled in 96, that stated a blood relative would get
preference over a guardian elect like Sensei.�
Cam winced, seeing where this might be
going.
Blake gave a slight choking sound from trying to fight back the sobs that
wished to erupt. �Hunter, he had saved money from his allowance and had gotten
our parents emergency fund when he was packing the night our parents died. He
managed to get Cheyenne
and me out of the courthouse and we stayed hidden, living in a hotel for two
weeks before the police found us. He was arrested, actually had to spend four
months in juvie, and we never got to see her again. About two years later after
numerous appeals and trying to get visitation with Cheyenne we got a letter from the courts that
had her death certificate. She�d gotten the flu and apparently had an allergy
to the treatment and she died.�
��I� I don�t know what to say, I�m
really sorry about your loss Blake. I guess Hunter blaming himself isn�t too
surprising. Why haven�t we ever heard about her before?� Cam
asked as he got more comfortable and gently rubbed Blake�s back as tears began to
fall from his eyes again.
Blake shook his head, �It�s been 11 years but Hunter won�t forgive himself
for letting Clarke take her away. He�s going to be useless today in training
and that�s not even counting his hands.� He said sadly as he stood up. �I don�t
know about you but I want to go hide under the covers and let the winds be the
responsible ones today.� He said, a small saddened smile creeping over his
face.
Cam smirked and nodded in acknowledgement,
�I think that sounds about right, I�m sure Tori will wake us up tomorrow when
we aren�t here to greet them.� He said easily as he made his way back towards
their rooms, his arm slung over Blake�s shoulder. �Get some rest; I�ll talk to
my dad in the morning about excusing Hunter.� He said gently as he dropped
Blake off at his door.
Blake nodded and waved as he disappeared into his room and the door shut
behind him. Cam waited in the hall for a few
moments, his eyes trained on the brothers� doors before sighing and reentering
his room.
~*~*~
Tori yawned and rolled her eyes as she led �her� boys into ops. They had
spent much of the previous day playing a new video game and if she had to
withstand another ten minutes of their excited babbling about it she was going
to duct-tape their mouths shut and hide the game.� She walked through the door, pausing
immediately as she scanned the room. Something wasn�t right� where were the
gruesome twosome and Cam?
Looking around in curiosity she tried to figure out any signs of life,
alarmed as she caught sight of the bleach, the bloody towels and first aid kit
on the low table. ��Cam,
Blake, Hunter are you here?� She called out making her way back towards their
bedrooms as Shane and Dustin collapsed next to the table.
She reached Hunter�s room first, gently knocking and not hearing an answer
she opened the door and peeked in, gasping softly at his state. The covers were
on the floor, his body twisted and the sheet was torn in his fist. His fists
were swollen and bleeding, his face twisted into a snarl as tears made tracks
down his cheeks. Quickly making her way to his side she soothed her hands down
his face. �Hunter! Hunter, oh Hun wake up it�s just a dream.� She said
insistently, gently shaking him awake.
Hunter�s eyes snapped open, rage filling them then poignant grief as he saw
the gentle hands were not Cheyenne�s
but Tori�s. �Tori, leave me alone, I�m not training today.� He whispered
hoarsely, his voice rasping from his screams the night before as he turned away
from her.
�But Hunter, what�s wrong, can I help? Do you need to talk about it?� She
asked her hands gently stroking his back.
�Tori just go away, I have nothing to speak with you about and I would
rather you just got the hell out of my room!� He snapped as he rolled, shoving
her off the bed and pointing towards the door. �Go!�
Tori stood shakily, her lip between her teeth as she nodded, �I�m here if
you change your mind,� she whispered as she left the room and made her way to
Blake�s room. By the time she had gotten his door open she was teary eyed herself,
and by the time she had sat next to Blake and touched his shoulder, they had
made their own silent tracks down her cheeks. �Blake, Hunny, wake up,� she
whispered, smiling gently as his eyes fluttered open to meet hers.
�Tori? What�s wrong babe?� He asked gently as he wiped her tears away and
sat up next to her, missing her blush at catching him shirtless.
�I just, Hunter�� She stopped and sniffed hugging Blake gently, �I went to
wake Hunter and he�s� his hands are bleeding, he was screaming softly, he was
crying it was so horrible!� She gasped before feeling warm strong arms surround
her.
�Tor, don�t let Hunter get you down today, it�s a really bad day for him and
me and he takes it really hard. He�ll be ok in a few days, you just need to
give him time and let him sulk in the other room, just don�t get in his way and
he�ll probably come talk to you soon.� He assured gently, pushing himself so
his feet hit the ground and hugged her once more before standing. �Is Cam up?� He asked as he pulled on a shirt, missing her
stare completely.
�Um� no I was going to wake him up next.� She said as she tried to focus on
his face and not the perfectly shaped ass� �Focus
Tor�� she reminded herself mentally. Standing up she leaned over to kiss
his cheek softly, �You�re alright though?� She checked as she hugged him
quickly.
�Yeah Tor, I�m ok, I might be a bit spacey today but I�m ok.� He assured
again as he pushed her towards the door. �Now go wake Mr. Samurai, I think
you�re the only one he wouldn�t hit and I need to get dressed,� he teased,
smirking softly at her new blush.
�Right� I should totally go wake Cam�� With
that she bolted, missing Blake�s small chuckle.
Making her way carefully to Cam�s door she
was apprehensive to learn what he might do to confuse her like the Bradleys
had. Carefully opening the door, she grinned at finding Cam
sprawled out over the bed on his stomach, his arm hanging off the bed and his
face mashed in his pillow. Sitting down next to the petite man she gently
leaned over to hug him and kiss his hair. �Rise and shine sleeping beauty,� she
teased as she shook his shoulder gently, �Come on Cam,
you�re always up with the roosters, and you sure picked the wrong day to sleep
in.�
Cam groaned and shifted so he was lying on
his side. �Good Morning to you as well, is everyone else here?� he asked with a
scratchy voice as he rubbed his eyes and reached over for his glasses. Tori
smirked as he fumbled around, opening the arms of the frames and gently sliding
them on his face. �Hunter isn�t training today, and I just woke Blake up, but
the other two are babbling about some stupid game out in ops.� She informed as
she handed him his training robes from the chair next to the bed. �Up and at
�em fearless samurai man, you�ve got to be awake if you want to torture us.�
She teased as she kissed his cheek and went for the door.
Cam sighed and collapsed back into bed. It
was going to be a long day.
~*~*~
Wes smiled as he carried the last two boxes inside of the house, meeting
Eric as he made his way out of his bedroom and bumped his shoulder in passing.
�You can double check but I think this is the last load.� He said easily as he
flashed his easy grin and disappeared through the door leading to the kitchen
and dining room.
Eric smirked in reply and walked out to double check the moving truck and
the cab before locking it up and reentering the new house. Looking around at
the scattered boxes of their joint belongings he sighed in annoyance with the
disorder and moved with determined gait towards the disassembled bed in his
room. He was positioning the bed frame together, ready to thread the first
screw when he felt Wes� presence and rolled his eyes, �Collins, quit staring at
my ass and go unpack something.�
Wes groaned at the thought but reluctantly left, his protestations coming
much later as he suddenly realized the crack at the beginning of Eric�s order,
making him laugh.
A couple of hours later they were smirking at each other over the decimated
pizza box, an empty six pack of PBR and the box for the Soul Caliber game they
were currently attempting to beat each other�s score in.
Wes had finally coaxed Eric into a few rounds of the game, but only after
they had finished the beds, unpacked their clothes, bathroom supplies and
kitchen. Eric had pointed out, to Wes� disgust, that if they were late for work
the next morning because they had spent the night �playing� instead of getting
their clothes, toiletries and kitchen together, Wes� dad would be less than
pleased. Now though, the night was looking up for the ex rangers as they
laughed at another sudden death round and fell into the easy camaraderie of
pizza, beer and video games.
~*~*~
It had been an unseasonably warm day today, the sun burned merrily up in the
sky, beating down on the inhabitants below without a care, impartially baking
everything in the path of its rays. Although it was late March, the heat had
still surprised the girl slowly leaning against the chain link side of her
cage. It was finally cool enough, now that the sun was beginning to set, to touch.
She�d woken up around 11 o�clock with burns streaking her skin from the
overheated metal and now they stood in stark relief in blisters along her pale
skin. She shivered as a breeze swept by, curling her body further into itself
to conserve body heat. She sneezed, wincing as a dog in a nearby cage began
barking from the sudden noise. She paused; stilling her body except for the
lightest of breaths as her eyes carefully searched the area surrounding her
cage, making sure there wasn�t danger nearby.
Slowly relaxing after a few moments she shifted in her cage, studiously
ignoring the cramping in her stomach and the ache from the broken blisters and
cuts on her back. Laying back and mouthing the words of a song her brothers
used to sing to her she waited for the next moment.
�Lay down,

your sweet and weary head.

Night is falling.

You have come to journey�s end.

Sleep now, and dream

of the ones who came before.

They are calling,

from across a distant shore.�
She sighed, her eyes searching out the dogs in the other cages, shuddering
at the corpses in three of the cages, hopeless victims from her cousin�s
demented mind. In the past 11 years, his depravity had become more pronounced
and quite prolific.
At first it wasn�t much, an occasional hurtful remark, forgetting meals, a
small slap on the hand or spankings, but as the years and her age progressed,
the hurtful remarks became abusive rants, the forgotten lunch became outright
starvation and the slaps became beatings or worse.
She hadn�t left the house since she was six years old, never attending
school but having taught herself to read in order to follow recipe directions
for making dinner and the basics of math and health from books he presented her
when she was young.
She sighed, her eyes drawing up to the stars above and wished fervently for
an escape, a way out. She lay there for a few moments studying the pinpricks of
light before bolting upright at the familiar unsettling creak of the house�s
screen door. Carefully moving away from the jagged edge of the furthest corner
of the cage she watched in apprehension as one of her Cousin�s friends staggered
towards the row of chain-link fencing where she and the dogs were located.
Whimpering low in her throat as he stopped in front of the bolted lock on
her cage he reached up to the hook hanging from the overhead rafter and
unlocked the door, reaching in to fist her hair, his breath rancid on her face
as he dragged her close with a low chuckle. �Must be cold out here, let�s get
you inside and warmed up, whatcha think sugar?� He leered as he tossed the door
closed, laughing at the barking dogs and hung the key and lock back on the
hook.
Cheyenne
turned frightened blue eyes to the ground, her body shaking despite herself as
the whimpers became keening moans. �Please, not again, please don�t touch me, I
don�t want this, please� just kill me?� She begged as she did every night even
as her heart sank with his laughter and she was dragged closer to the house.
�Oh I don�t think so Pet; you aren�t worth the bullet it would take.�
A/N: Ok so I was corrected earlier today that the Bradley brothers hadn�t
moved into ops. I know its not in cannon but what I�m going to do is let them
rent an apartment after they are reunited with Cheyenne� this can be 1) We�re
looking for a place and bunking in the meanwhile or 2) We lost our job/couldn�t
pay rent/ lost the apartment because of property damage from the big ass alien
attacks. I do apologize, it will be corrected soon.
I realize that it�s kind of choppy here, I tried to get Wes, Eric and Cheyenne all set up for
the next chapter which will be infinitely more graphic. I have decided, *due to
manipulation of the evil voices in my head* to make Eric and Wes hetero roomies
and not partners, thus leaving Eric in the running for Cheyenne�s heart which might not even happen.
I don�t know� its way too amusing when I think of the aneurysm that Hunter will
undoubtedly have when he finds out and the whole big brother rant that will
follow. *giggles*
That being said I SERIOUSLY need info from you guys. I realize it�s a lot
different then the single chaptered less than 2000 word summery thing I put up
earlier that got all the rave reviews, but I really want/need feedback for
this. A lot of it is out of my comfort zone and I don�t want to waste time
writing a piece of shit that will get me flamed somewhere in a fancritic forum.
I�m even happy with IT TOTALLY SUCKS or Oh it rly goods moar please.
Much love and kisses,
Makia

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