Disclaimer: The following story contains characters that are not owned by me, but I am borrowing said characters to make a fan-based story. I claim no authority over these characters nor ownership. Only the story concept would be owned by this Hirrayami Othoni.

WARNING: This is a concept draft; English IS NOT my first language so you might find some spell errors in it. Please cut me some slack, I made the best I could, given that I do not posses trusted beta testers.

DARK HUNTER

Prologue:

10 years ago

"Papa please!! Let me out! Let me out please!! It hurts! They are killing me! Papa!"

Saotome Genma sat not caring about his young son's pleads of help. He had discovered a new technique that would make his son stronger and fierce! So he warped his son in fish sausages and threw him into a pit of starving cats and let him there to his fate.

Days had passed and Genma wondered why the noises had stop since yesterday. Seen that it was the final day of the training, he went to open the lead of the pit. What he found was nothing of his liking.

Laying there motionless was his son; dry blood surrounds him in a pool that had been pouring out of his deep cuts and gashes. He saw that the color of his son's skin had grew paler almost purple.

"Ranma! Its time to go! Get up!" But there was no response. "Ranma! Oh gods why did I have to have a lazy son! Boy I am going there and taking you out!"

Genma jumps into the pit and lands gracefully besides his boy. He took a look around and saw that all cats where happily sleeping around by the purring of their lungs. The Patriarch of the Saotome clan knelt besides his boy's body but when he reached and touched with his hand, a flashlight crossed his head.

"No… this cannot be!" cried the man, "Ranma! Ranma!! Wake up boy don't fool with me!" But there was no response.

Saotome had to admit and realize that Saotome Ranma, his son, is dead; dead at the age of 6.

-Somewhere in Olympus-

"This is outrageous!! This poor boy!! So young! These mortals! That is why I despise them so much! This boy… I sense great on him… I will take him as my own and train him to be the best warrior ever existed in the eras. Even greater than Zeus's Hercules." The voice says, "Because I… Artemis will say so… You my boy will be the perfect Dark Hunter."

"Now go my boy! Wake up and take revenge on the one who killed you without fault! Pass the first test to become a Dark Hunter!"

-Back on earth-

It has passed days since the passing of his son; Saotome Genma walked the paths of Japan in shame and guilt. Now he would give anything to never have submitted the boy into that training. But his worst fear was… What would he tell his wife?

It was night and the streets were empty. Then suddenly Genma's sense screamed at him and so he change into a guard stance. Before him, a few feet away, lies a silhouette that was hided by the shadows of the night.

"Who are you! Show yourself!"

The small body took a step into the light and Genma's eyes opened wide in shock. His boy! His boy was standing there before him! But how? He had buried his body somewhere else and he was certain that his boy was dead.

Certainly, his mind must be playing tricks on him; his conscience is reminding him of his guilt. Yes again, he still had hope.

"Ranma my boy! Is that you? Why did you have to scare your old man like that!" cried the old man in happiness. "Now my boy! Come with me, we must continue our journey!"

Then Genma's worry returned at him like a boomerang given that the boy hasn't say anything nor moved an inch. "Ranma?"

Suddenly, from the shadows that covered the boy's eyes, two eyes opened glowing in a psychotic manner, the eyes were almost catlike and they stared at Ranma in a deep glare of hatred and murderous intent. Genma clinches back because his nerves were warning him of the danger.

Before Genma could do a move though, the boy disappeared and the only thing left that was heard in the rest of that night was screams of pain and agony plus a life ending.

A/N:

Story concept based on Sherrilyn Kenyon's Dark Hunter series.