Yes, that's right, like the name said, Halloween! As in Michael Myers. This story reveals that Ukyo is a third cousin once removed of the maniac killer, and also his last living family member. As a result, Haddonfield gets to sit this one out.(They've been tortured enough, okay!) But Tokyo town, and the Ranma gang in particular, are about to see a lot of red. I am also not going to worry about the language barrier thing, it'll just slow things up. And now...the disclaimers!

Ranma ½ is the property of Viz Video and, more importantly, Rumiko Takahashi.

Dr. Loomis and Michael Myers are the express property of John Carpenter, and I thank him for creating this lovely franshise. (Snicker, snicker)

Any new characters I have in this fic are mine and I will kill them as I please!

And now without further ado...

Ranma ½'s: Halloween

by Scorpinac

Prologue: Family Ties.

Smith's Grove Hospital, Illinois. October 28th, 1997.

The officers moved quickly through the corridor. Cells lined the walls, each containing one or more people who had slain or butchered in thousands of ways. This was a place of veritable Hell. And they were aimed for the downward elevator.

Barreling in, they hit the button for the floor they wanted. As they went down the young orderly with them, Melissa Wilson, decided to make small talk.

"I hear you're here for number 12," she said.

"Yeah, I hear he's really dangerous," the first officer said.

"Dangerous? You haven't been keeping up. In 1963 he murdered his older sister, right in her bedroom, then fifteen years after he butchered fourteen people to get to his younger sister. And ten years later he killed fifteen more plus a whole police force to get to his niece!" she told them.

"That's a lot of people," the second officer said mellowly.

"I'm not even finished yet. A year later he slaughtered another twenty three people on the same goal, then six years after that he slaughtered thirty more to get to his grandnephew! We are talking about a really creepy guy!" she continued.

"I'm so thrilled," the third officer said meekly. The elevator dinged and they disembarked. They went down the hall to the cell where the man they wanted was kept. He lay on a bed, catatonic. They moved quickly, shifting him to another bed and placing a strap over his waist. They practically ran down the hall with their charge, went up the elevator, and zipped outside to the paddy wagon waiting for them. Loading their charge, they bid Melissa farewell and left. As they sped down the highway to the state penitentiary, one asked a simple question.

"Does he have any living relatives at all?" he asked.

"The grandnephew was killed in an auto vehicular incident with his legal guardians three months ago. We've done some extensive checking for any living relations in the last two weeks. We found only two remaining," one answered.

"Yeah," said the other, "a third cousin named Kuonji and his kid, both living in Tokyo, Japan. So it's out of their jurisdiction. He's our problem to take care of." While this was being said, the prisoner began to stir. He heard all the words, and knew there were still two left. Two more members of his family to kill. Two more before the rage would end. He silently squeezed his hand into a fist. As the officers chattered lightly, his hand suddenly shot up, ramming one officer's head into the side of the van with such force that it crushed the man's head in. The others reacted immediately, pulling their side arms out and aiming them at the suddenly active prisoner.

"Hey, what's going on back there?" the cop riding shotgun asked through the small window between the cab and the back. But they never heard him. The prisoner ripped away the binding and jumped towards the cops. Gunfire went off, but to no avail. The prisoner quickly broke one man's neck, and rammed his hand into another's face, gripping into it like it were the face of a bowling ball. The remaining cop emptied his weapon, and the prisoner fell. The cop breathed for a moment.

"What the hell just happened?!" the driver cried from her seat.

"The prisoner woke up and killed the others. Don't worry, I got hi...ullaggghh!" the cop said and was cut off when the prisoner rose up again behind him and rammed the first officer's shotgun clean through him. The cop on shotgun duty saw his fellow drop through the window, and gasped. Before he could do anything though, the prisoner rammed a hand clean through the metal separating him from the cab and grabbed the cop's neck, and then proceeded to crush it with his bare hand.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!..." the driver cried as the prisoner's hand pulled back through the newly made hole. Then his hand burst through the metal right behind the driver, and he grabbed her by the hair, shoving her forward. A moment later the paddy wagon swerved off the road and into a tree. After a bit, the back door was wrenched open from the inside, and the prisoner emerged. In two days he would be in Tokyo, one way or another, and there his rage would end.

Chapter 1: Target: Tokyo!

Ucchan's Okonomiyaki Restaurant, Tokyo. October 30th. 3:00 p.m.

It was a quiet day. One of her better in fact. Fifteen satisfied customers during breakfast hours, and more coming in for lunch. Ukyo Kuonji felt better than she had in days. She brushed her brown pony tail behind her. She wore her usual white bandana, and blue and pink top over her black spandex pants. She smiled as she thought of her new plan to obtain Ranma Saotome all for herself.

"Another okonomiyaki with the works, please!" a customer called from down the counter.

"Just a minute, sugar!" she responded. She began whipping up another okonomiyaki when she heard the door to the restaurant open. "Welcome to Ucchan's!" she called to the new visitor, and then she looked up and saw who it was. "Ryoga! When did you get back to town?!" she said to the sixteen year-old boy at the door. He had black hair and wore his usual yellow shirt and dark brown pants. He also wore his black belt and trademark black spotted, yellow bandana's, and his light brown shoes.

"Just got to town this morning. Thought I'd drop by for a quick one," he responded. Ukyo smiled and indicated an empty seat at the bar. He sat down, laying his backpack and bamboo umbrella on the floor next to him.

"So how's the gang been since my last drop by?" Ryoga asked while she returned to her cooking.

"Oh, same old, same old. You know how it goes. Shampoo, Kodachi, and I all want Ranma. Akane pretends she could care less. Tatewaki wants Ranma and Akane. And Tsubasa's in town somewhere, so I have to stay on my toes. And of course Happosai's still stealing underwear," Ukyo said nonchalantly. Somehow, Ryoga wasn't very surprised. "So what do you got planned for Ranma now?" she asked him, knowing his own agenda concerning Ranma and Akane.

"Actually I'm letting them be for now."

"You are?!"

"Hey, it's Halloween tomorrow. I thought I'd let them enjoy the holiday before my next attempt to break them up," Ryoga explained.

"Oh yeah," Ukyo said. "So what are you going as?"

"Oh, I'll probably just pour a bucket of cold water over my head and go as myself," Ryoga mused it over, referring to his particular curse from Jusenkyo, that of turning into a black piglet. This brought about chuckles from both of them.

Smith's Grove, the same day. 1:00 a.m.(Time zones and all.)

Dr. Loomis came barging in to the receptionist waddling on his cane. He was an aging man no more then five feat high, with scars on his face from burns from long ago. He marched up to the desk and stared right into the receptionist.

"Have I heard correct that he has been taken from here?" he asked.

"Michael Myers was removed to State Penitentiary yesterday night, Dr. Loomis. It's too late to stop it now," the nurse sighed.

"He'll escape you know. And he'll go back to Haddonfield, to kill his grandnephew, and anyone else who gets in his way. He will, and it's all your fault!" Loomis accused.

"That's impossible!" the nurse snapped.

"How so?" Loomis asked.

"Because the boy is already dead, Dr. Loomis," said a voice from behind him. Loomis turned to see the new head of Smith's Grove Sanitarium, Dr. Richard. "He died with his legal guardians a month ago when their car rolled into a ditch. Myers has no further living relatives in Haddonfield."

"No, he'll find someone, someone we all missed. He won't die until he's killed them all," Loomis stated.

"Come on, Dr. Loomis, your obsession with him is finished. He has no one else to kill!" Richards responded.

"Actually sir, there are two last living relatives on the planet. But they're in Tokyo, Dr. Loomis, well enough away from him that he could never reach them," the nurse interjected.

"He'll find a way! Once he learns they exist, he'll find a way to get there!" Loomis exclaimed.

"C' mon Dr. Loomis, be reasonable. Even if he did go to Japan, he'd never make it by Halloween. And that's the only time he kills, we both know that," Richards tried to calm the elder man down. Just then the phone rang. The nurse answered it, and turned pale as a sheet.

"Myers slaughtered the cops escorting him to the pen and has disappeared," she said quietly.

"He knows now. We have to find him before he gets out of the country," Loomis cried.

"It's too late. They tracked him to the airport," the nurse continued. "He killed a pilot and took his plane an hour ago."

As she hung up the phone, Loomis moved forward to her. "What're the names of his last family members?" he asked quietly.

"His third cousin, a Mr. Kuonji, and his daughter, Ukyo," the nurse said. Dr. Loomis picked up the phone and dialed information.

"Yes, I would like the number of a Mr. Kuonji in Tokyo, Japan please, plus that of his daughter Ukyo," he said. He signaled for a piece of paper and a pen, and took the numbers down, along with the area code for their districts. He then hung up the phone again and then picked it back up, and dialed the first number. The phone rang for a little while, and after the twentieth ring, Loomis hung up. "And I once cursed the idea of an answering machine," he said calmly. He then picked up the phone and tried the second number.

Back at Ucchan's, Ranma and Akane had arrived for a snack, and Ukyo had stepped out on a delivery. Ranma wore his usual red Chinese shirt and blue pants, along with his black shoes. His black pigtail sat on his shoulder limply. Akane wore a blue shirt under a light yellow jacket, and blue jeans with sneakers. The two were chatting lightly with Ryoga when the phone rang.

"I got it," Ranma said as he picked up the phone. "Hello, Uuchan's Okonomiyaki. Can I help you?" he asked politely.

"Is this Ukyo Kuonji?" a slightly hoarse male voice on the other end said.

"No, she's out on a delivery. Do you want to make an order?" Ranma said, picking up a pad and pencil.

"You have to find her! You have to warn her! Her cousin is coming, and he won't stop until she and her father are dead!" the voice on the other end exclaimed. Ranma blinked.

"What? Who's coming?" he asked.

"Her cousin! Her third cousin is coming to you, and if something isn't done, he'll kill her!" the voice continued.

"Who?!" Ranma asked again.

"Michael Myers!" the voice screamed so loud that Ranma had to pull the phone away from his ear.

"I think you need a shrink, whoever you are," he said, and hung up before there could be a response.

"Who was it?" Ryoga asked.

"Just some nut spewing nonsense about some cousin of Ukyo's named Myers," Ranma said as he sat back down.

"Great, that's all Ukyo needs now. Quacks on the phone!" Akane said.

"He hung up," Loomis said.

"What do you expect with the way you were going on?" Richards asked.

"After all Dr. Loomis, why would anyone in Japan know about the Haddonfield massacres?" the nurse asked.

"You're right of course," Loomis said quietly. "But they'll learn soon enough, won't they?" He picked up the phone again and dialed another number.

"Who are you calling now?" Richards asked.

"The airport. I'm getting myself reservations on the first flight out to Tokyo," Loomis answered. After a short conversation, he hung up and said, "I should be there by tomorrow morning."

Tokyo Airport, that evening.

The plane landed gently on the ground. Thomas Artogia went out to see who or what had arrived. As he got closer, he saw the man inside was already dropping to the ground. He was the oddest pilot he'd ever seen. The man wore a simple jumpsuit and a bleach white mask. He walked up to the man cautiously.

"You need a hand there pal?" he asked. No answer. "Anything you need help unloading?" he tried again. Still nothing from the mystery man. He turned and pulled out his walkie talkie. "Thom here. The plane has a pilot, but he isn't talking to me." While his back was turned, the man turned back to the plane and pulled something out from under the pilot's seat. A butcher knife he'd nicked from the same store he'd got his trademark mask. As Thom turned back, the man plunged the knife into his chest. Thom had only enough time to let out a light scream before dying.

"Thom?! What's going on out there?! THOM?!" A voice cried from the other end of the walkie talkie. The man picked it up and looked at it for a moment, then crushed it with his bare hands and walked off.

Tokyo Bus Depot, three miles away.

Mr. Kuonji stepped off the vehicle and took a small breath of air. At last he had tracked down his wayward daughter. And much to his surprise, his old friend Genma Saotome and his son Ranma were also in town. The boy he would leave alone. He wasn't responsible for his father's actions. But Genma was in for it. He would never be forgiven for stealing the okonomiyaki cart years ago. The dark bearded man pulled his brown jacket around him tighter.

"Mr. Kuonji, here's your bag!" an assistant said, holding up a suitcase. He went over and took his things quietly, and turned to go. He headed out the exit and began to get his bearings. A man in a white mask came up from behind him, and a rope suddenly dropped around Kuonji's neck. The rope went tight before he could react, and the shape pulled as hard as he could while Kuonji struggled pointlessly. After a moment, the struggling ended as Kuonji's body went slack.

The shape leaned over and scooped up the body and left for parts unknown.

Furinkan High, October 31st.

Ukyo dashed on her way to school. She couldn't believe she'd slept through the alarm that morning. As she reached the gate she held up for a moment. She could swear she was being watched. She looked around for a moment, then shrugged the feeling off and went in. From behind, a figure stepped up and watched her enter the school building. A figure wearing a white mask...

To Be Continued.

Okay, I admit I played it a little tightly with the time zone differences between Illinois and Japan, sue me. Fortunately I don't have to worry about that anymore, so it really is kind of irrelevant from here on in. I am also told that the Japanese don't celebrate Halloween as we do, but for the sake of the story and Mike's rep., I shall pretend they do. That said, as you may be able to tell, this is an older fic, which I originally wrote, in it's entirety, some time shortly before Halloween H20 came out, and well before Resurrection or the remakes. Personally, I think it still holds up rather nicely, all things considered. What do you think? Review, please.