Post by jdf on Mar 28, 2012 16:09:11 GMT -5
Tommy:
Things had just gone from bad to really, really bad. As if things were not bad enough with this damn war, he now had something else that he had to deal with, to put on his shoulders and carry, to be strong for the rest of the rangers who were all looking at him to do something.
This was even more true because the situation they were currently dealing with was the death of his sister. Kelly was dead and the only thing they had was the sight of Eliza standing over her still, bloody body. It had been a shock obviously to everyone, and Eliza wasn't talking. No one could really tell why. It could be anything from stubborn defiance to shell shock, it was hard to tell.
So she had been put in isolation for the time being until everything could be sorted out. Tommy, in a slight departure from his normal routine, was reserving judgment until he had all of the facts. He and Eliza had come to a close understanding in recent weeks, and he had gotten to know the girl a lot better, so he was inclined to at least give her a chance to defend herself. This was helped by the fact that they were both morphed and in the middle of what appeared to be a pretty intense battle scene. Only time would tell what happened next.
So he was currently standing numbly in his living room, dressed for the funeral of his twin sister, waiting on the other rangers to arrive. He knew that he should feel something...anything, but for some reason, he could not dredge up any kind of feeling, good or bad. He knew that he should, but something was blocking his emotions, which he supposed was a good thing, he did not think that he could spare the energy to feel, or even care at the moment.
Maybe when some of the others arrived, he could feel something. If only the mask of leadership that he had started to hate more and more with each passing day.
At least it was something.