Weight of the World-p.r.s

07-vows

Brooke realized, from simple interactions like that, how different she was from the team. Not just because she was a shifter and all, but mentally and emotionally. She was thrust into a kill or be killed world, with no memories of the years before, and she saw the cruelty of the world fairly quickly and had to fight to get where she was- trying to get James off of her trail. While she was away from James in distance- a six-hour walk, in fact, his hands figuratively clawed at her mind and heart. Still, Brooke shook those thoughts aside. He couldn't technically hurt her, it was all just her mind playing tricks on her.

Brooke repeated that thought in her mind as she walked, the familiar rhythm of her music playing softly through her earbuds. She didn't have any set destination in mind, and let her booted feet carry her down the streets. It honestly reminded Brooke on how she ran into Mike and the other rangers when she first revealed herself. It was a happy memory. Truthfully, not much time had passed since she joined the team, but Brooke felt like she had known the five for years at this point. She summed it up to the fact that they were fighting a war and saving the world together, but still, it was nice. Having five other people who were near her age to talk to was nice.

However, the happy mood dropped when Brooke heard screaming over her music. Pausing her music, she shoved her headphones into her pocket and ran towards the source, tapping into her wolf senses, footsteps silent on the concrete. Her hearing led her to a church, Brooke skidding to a stop and flinging herself behind a bush before she could get spotted.

The heavy wooden doors of the church burst open, and a small army of moogers left first, followed by the source of the screaming. Two of the moogers had a tight hold on a bride, who was thrashing violently and screaming all the while. As the bride was getting dragged to a black carriage, Brooke reached for her samuraizer, getting ready to morph and rush in.

However, when she flipped open her samuraizer and activated the brush portion, Jayden's words replayed in Brooke's mind. The ten-minute lecture about how she shouldn't take on everything by herself played in the silver ranger's head, and she let out a heavy sigh, but quickly turned her attention to the bride and the moogers again. The screaming had stopped abruptly, the carriage, full of moogers and the bride, disappeared into a crack with a flash of dark red, going god knows where.

Standing up from her hiding spot, Brooke grit her teeth. It was going to be a game of cat and mouse- well, samurai rangers and a carriage full of moogers and a bride. Brooke started her fast-paced walk back to the Shiba House, dialing Jayden's familiar number and bringing her samuraizer up to her ear.

"Everything alright?" Jayden greeted, and Brooke ran a clawed hand over her face, letting out another sigh. "That's not a good sign." He added, his tone turning from caring to emotionless in a matter of seconds.

The nighlok plans to flood the earth seemed to be getting more and more absurd with each passing day.

"A bride got kidnapped," Brooke summarized, laughing faintly at Jayden's noise of confusion. "I can't make this up if I tried. She was taken by a bunch of moogers, and then they all went fuck knows where. That's all I got." She concluded, and this time it was Jayden's turn to sigh.

"Alright. I'll tell Ji and the others, just get here quickly." The red ranger urged.

Brooke nodded, but then realized he couldn't see her, which caused her to inwardly groan."Will do. See you there." Brooke replied, ending the call and breaking into a sprint.