“1922 Valencia Drive, right?” Kimberly asked him, pulling down her visor to check the mirror one final time.

“Yep. I’m going to stop at the liquor store first and pick up a couple bottles of wine. I doubt Tommy remembered to buy any.” Jason chuckled.

Kimberly giggled as she flipped the visor back up, “Good idea. Confessions taste better with wine.” She said.

They both laughed, trying to keep the mood light as they began, what they assumed would be, a very memorable evening.Kimberly walked into the locker room. She was thirsty and needed her other water bottle. I’ll just practice a half hour more and call it a night she thought to herself as she opened her locker. There was her water bottle, just as she’d left it. She reached for it, untwisted the cap, and tilted it toward her mouth. The cool liquid rushing down her throat was refreshing. She walked out of the locker room, and sat the bottle by the balance beam. I’ll just end the night with my favorite routine.

She posed behind the balance beam, preparing to take off. She smiled toward the nonexistent judges, then concentrated on her routine. Her head felt funny, but she shook it off. She took off toward the beam, doing a front flip and landing with her right foot pointing forward. She then began moving her arms as she walked forward, doing a pirouette. Her head began feeling funny again, and her eyesight became blurry. Again she shook her head to clear it away. Back flip, back flip. Her body was feeling heavier. It seemed as though she wasn’t fully herself. Again, Kimberly shook it off.Angel released his Zord's death grip on the monsters arm, allowing himself to be thrown through the air and coming to a half-decent landing in the middle of the street. He reached over and punched a button on his control panel.

         The sharp, cresent-shaped blade that was the Wolf's tail detached and went spinning off in the direction of the gargantuan creature, slicing into it's shoulder. The monster screamed, more in anger than actual pain, and took an angry step towards the Wolf.

         With one gnarled hand, it pulled the tailblade from its shoulder and snapped it in half. The other it raised, pointing at the Wolf. As it lifted its arm, the creatures flesh shifted like putty, it's hand taking the shape of a massive cannon. It fired off a blast of energy.... but as it did, a crecent of golden light struck it square in the chest, knocking it off balance and spoiling it's aim. The Wolf leapt aside as the blast tore through to concrete beneath it, it's internal systems replicating a new tail as it did so.