"Leave me alone!" Ranma-chan screamed as she striked out in
front of her, hitting nothing but empty air. "Why would none of you
leave me alone?!"
"You!" she pointed, spinning and wobbling in one place.
"And you!" she continued spinning, glaring at the direction
that she was pointing at.
"You too! I've had enough! Leave me alone!"
No reasponse was forthcoming. But she continued.
"All of you just leave me alone!"
Nobody answered.
She ran. She ran as fast as her petite legs would carry her.
"Damn it Shampoo!" she spared a look behind her as she was
running. "I told you I'm not interested in eating your stinkin' ramen!
And no, I don't wanna go on a date with you!"
'Gotta speed up! Gotta lose her!' she thought. 'If I don't
lose her, she'll glomp me again and then Akane would mallet me an'
stuff!'
"Look! It's Mousse!" she pointed towards a random direction.
'Dammit!' she cursed inwardly. 'It didn't work! She's still
coming! How's she keeping up? I'm already running as fast as I can!"
Gathering as much speed as she could, she ducked behind a
nearby tree and hoped that the forest's amble greeness would hide her.
She heard a loud and perky "Airen" next to her, and she turned
around to see Shampoo starting her glomp. She closed her eyes, and
braced herself for becoming up close and personal with...
... empty space. After a few short seconds, she reopened her
eyes, and Shampoo was nowhere to be found.
"AAAAAHHHH!!!!!" she screamed as she fell to the ground,
clutching her head as unknown images flashed through her mind.
"They're red," she commented to herself as the images subsided.
"Red. The colour of blood."
"Blood..." she continued. "On my hands... bloody hands..."
Shoving her hand deep into the dirt, she tried futilely to
rinse all the blood that she could see from her hands, but it just
appeared to increase, to a dripping level.
Drip, came a drop of blood onto the soil below.
Drop, and came another drop of plasma onto her feet.
Drip, drop, drip, drop...
"NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed. "Make it stop!
Make it go away!"
She was about to knifehand a thick tree trunk to either break
off her hand or hopefully cut it at the wrist, but the blood seemed to
have disappeared a second before making contact with the tree.
Stopping her attack as fast as her muscles would allow, she still
received a large and rather painful bruise on her wrist, as well as
almost having dislocated her shoulder.
Staring at her now-wounded hand, she couldn't figure out why
the blood disappeared in a second just like that. Even after hours of
thinking, she still couldn't figure out an explanation. Unable to do
anything more on the matter, she continued on her way.
Ranma-chan glared at the inhabitants of Kyoto. They were all
scowling at her, and laughing at her, mocking her. Everywhere she
walked, all she heard was laughter coming from in front of her, beside
her, behind her, and all around her. All of them pointing, and
laughing.
"SHUT UP!" she cried. "All of you!"
The people's response to her plea was to laugh louder.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, and
backhanded a man beside her, that she caught snickering. The man's
head promptly flew off like a baseball to a bat, his lifeless,
decapitated body falling limply to the floor with a strange-sounding
thud, the fall having been cushioned by his own blood.
A dreadful moment of silence permeated the air, after which
a howl of laughter resonated throughout the neighbourhood.
Ranma-chan growled loudly, and began to zig-zag through the
street with blazing speed. A series of cracks, snaps and thuds echoed
through the streets amongst the multitude of limbs and torsos and heads
that were being hurled into mid-air at an alarming rate.
A woman screamed. Never before had she seen such horror. She
was just coming out of her house to investigate the source of all the
screaming, when she came upon the most horrific scene she had seen in
her entire life. She saw a diminuitive redhead zig-zagging through
the streets, brutally mutilating the innocent bystanders with her bare
hands, unheeding of their screams of pain or cries for help.
Although she was overwhelmed by the desire to run, she found
herself glued to her current spot, unable to tear her eyes away from
the bloody carnage although her desire to puke at the sight of what was
being done to the people increased by every passing second.
By now, it was obvious that eventually she would be a target,
but, paralzyed by fear, she could not move her legs even a single inch.
She could only stand and watch as her neighbours were all mercilessly
slaughtered, the ground and the walls now coated by a thick layer of
blood.
Various body parts littered the ground, unattached to a torso
or pelvis or whatever they were supposed to be attached to. Even as
the violent redhead began to move closer and closer to her, she could
do nothing but scream. Her voice was coarse and broken by now, but she
still couldn't move, so she screamed.
She was so engrossed in her screaming that she did not realize
that a stray, bloodied eyeball flew through the air until it made its
way into her mouth and down her throat.
After she recovered from almost choking from the unknown
object, she looked up and saw the redhead disposing her latest victim
and was now moving to her. The redhead was moving too fast for her to
possibly escape, so she did what she had been doing for the last
fifteen minutes. She screamed. One final time.
Ranma-chan glared at the woman at the end of the street. She
had been laughing at her ever since she came out of the house. And she
was going to pay for that.
After silencing all the other laughing people, she came upon
the woman that had been laughing at her before. Even seconds before
she was attacked, she was still stubbornly laughing at her, like she
had been doing for the last fifteen minutes.
"SHUT UP!" Ranma-chan cried. "Why're you still laughing?! Stop
laughing!"
Pushing her hand to the woman's mouth to silence her, she
inadvertently shoved her entire arm through the woman's head.
Retracting her arm through the new hole in the woman's head, a stream
of her crimson type A blood flowed down onto the street.
"Shut up!" Ranma-chan took a hold of the woman's throat and
pushed her up against the wall, the wall collapsing from the impact,
her head shattered like a broken watermelon.
Ranma-chan blinked at what she was holding, which right now was
empty air.
"Finally!" she exclaimed. "You could've stopped laughing
earlier! It's not nice to laugh at people!"
After walking for hours more, she came upon a familiar-looking,
yet strangely different clinic. A familiar braided man was sweeping
in front of the door.
"Dr. Tofu!" she ran forwards to approach the doctor in
question, giving him an enthusiastic hug.
"Ranma!" the kind doctor cried in surprise. "What happened to
you?"
"Why is there so much blood on your body?" he added after the
hug was over.
"Blood?" she giggled. "That's just silly! I don't have blood
on me! Some people were laughing at me earlier so I just told them to
shut up!"
Tofu creased his brows at that. Something wasn't adding up
right. But since he had no solid evidence, he ignored it for now, and
invited Ranma-chan into the clinic.
Once they enter through the door, Tofu swerved off to the right
and stood by a skeleton. "You remember Betty-chan, don't you, Ranma?"
"Eek!" said redhead squealed in surprise. "Mousse! You're
supposed to be dead!"
Without further warning, she sent a fist through the skeleton's
midsection, the force of the blow rippling through the entire body and
crumbling the bones into dust.
Tofu paled. From that small scene, he could gather that Mousse
was dead, and Ranma-chan was probably the one that killed him, and she
was obviously unstable.
Tofu coughed to catch Ranma-chan's attention. "I suddenly
remembered that I have coming up real soon, Ranma," he said as he moved
towards the door. "Maybe we can catch up some other time?" He wanted
to remove the unstable redhead from the house as soon as possible.
"Alright then, I guess," she replied, looking down. "Catch you
later, I guess..."
Just as she turned to leave, the front door open.
"Kasumi!" she squealed in delight and rushed over to glomp the
taller brunette.
"Ranma! No!" Tofu cried out, fearing for his wife's safety,
and extended two fingers to tap Ranma-chan's sleep points on her back.
Unfortunately, as if warned by a precognition danger sense,
his target stepped aside swiftly, exposing Kasumi in full view and the
one that would've received the attack.
Desperately trying to stop his attack, he nearly popped his arm
out of its socket, but the initial momentum was too much to overcome in
such a short time. With a loud scream of pain, a fountain of blood
shot out of Kasumi's left arm as the pressure point Tofu was originally
going to press on Ranma-chan turned into a dangerous one when the
intended receiver of the attack was changed.
"KASUMI!!!!!" he screamed out in panic and rushed to his wife's
side, just as a blurring redness slammed into him from the side,
throwing him back and colliding with a wall.
As he looked up, an angry redhead towered over his body. "You
hurt Kasumi!"
With that said, she launched herself into the air, coming down
with her entire weight concentrated on her fist, currently aimed at
Tofu's head.
Emitting a small cry of surprise, he rolled off to a side,
screaming. "Hey! I didn't do it on purpose! She's my WIFE! I
wouldn't hurt her on purpose!"
He spoke a little late though, as Ranma-chan was already in
the middle of another attack, a powerful right hook aimed at his head.
Too fast to dodge, Tofu did the only thing he could and grabbed the
skeleton from beside him in a position to block the hook, hoping that
it would be enough to stop Ranma-chan from attacking anymore.
Unfortunately it wasn't.
Six hours later, Kasumi woke up groggily, the shiatsu point
having lost its effect. The thick scene of blood permeated the air.
Her hand brushed upon a cold, hard object when she sat up, and she
decided to grab it and see what it was.
She screamed when she saw that it was a bloody skull.
A few seconds later, she calmed down as she realized that it
was only the skull of Betty-chan Mark II, the backup skeleton in case
Betty-chan broke. She breathed a sigh of relief as she realized that
Tofu was still safe.
Then something occured to her. She still hadn't found her
husband yet. Just then, her other hand brushed with something soft
and fleshy as her fingertips sank into a thick liquid. Even without
looking, she knew what the liquid was. The smell of it filled the
entire room. Blood. With trembling hands, she grabbed the object in
her arms and brought it into view.
And came face to face with Tofu's head, his mouth gaped open
in shock, his eyes permanently conveying the feeling of pure terror.
Her scream could be heard echoing through the entire
neighbourhood for hours.
front of her, hitting nothing but empty air. "Why would none of you
leave me alone?!"
"You!" she pointed, spinning and wobbling in one place.
"And you!" she continued spinning, glaring at the direction
that she was pointing at.
"You too! I've had enough! Leave me alone!"
No reasponse was forthcoming. But she continued.
"All of you just leave me alone!"
Nobody answered.
She ran. She ran as fast as her petite legs would carry her.
"Damn it Shampoo!" she spared a look behind her as she was
running. "I told you I'm not interested in eating your stinkin' ramen!
And no, I don't wanna go on a date with you!"
'Gotta speed up! Gotta lose her!' she thought. 'If I don't
lose her, she'll glomp me again and then Akane would mallet me an'
stuff!'
"Look! It's Mousse!" she pointed towards a random direction.
'Dammit!' she cursed inwardly. 'It didn't work! She's still
coming! How's she keeping up? I'm already running as fast as I can!"
Gathering as much speed as she could, she ducked behind a
nearby tree and hoped that the forest's amble greeness would hide her.
She heard a loud and perky "Airen" next to her, and she turned
around to see Shampoo starting her glomp. She closed her eyes, and
braced herself for becoming up close and personal with...
... empty space. After a few short seconds, she reopened her
eyes, and Shampoo was nowhere to be found.
"AAAAAHHHH!!!!!" she screamed as she fell to the ground,
clutching her head as unknown images flashed through her mind.
"They're red," she commented to herself as the images subsided.
"Red. The colour of blood."
"Blood..." she continued. "On my hands... bloody hands..."
Shoving her hand deep into the dirt, she tried futilely to
rinse all the blood that she could see from her hands, but it just
appeared to increase, to a dripping level.
Drip, came a drop of blood onto the soil below.
Drop, and came another drop of plasma onto her feet.
Drip, drop, drip, drop...
"NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed. "Make it stop!
Make it go away!"
She was about to knifehand a thick tree trunk to either break
off her hand or hopefully cut it at the wrist, but the blood seemed to
have disappeared a second before making contact with the tree.
Stopping her attack as fast as her muscles would allow, she still
received a large and rather painful bruise on her wrist, as well as
almost having dislocated her shoulder.
Staring at her now-wounded hand, she couldn't figure out why
the blood disappeared in a second just like that. Even after hours of
thinking, she still couldn't figure out an explanation. Unable to do
anything more on the matter, she continued on her way.
Ranma-chan glared at the inhabitants of Kyoto. They were all
scowling at her, and laughing at her, mocking her. Everywhere she
walked, all she heard was laughter coming from in front of her, beside
her, behind her, and all around her. All of them pointing, and
laughing.
"SHUT UP!" she cried. "All of you!"
The people's response to her plea was to laugh louder.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, and
backhanded a man beside her, that she caught snickering. The man's
head promptly flew off like a baseball to a bat, his lifeless,
decapitated body falling limply to the floor with a strange-sounding
thud, the fall having been cushioned by his own blood.
A dreadful moment of silence permeated the air, after which
a howl of laughter resonated throughout the neighbourhood.
Ranma-chan growled loudly, and began to zig-zag through the
street with blazing speed. A series of cracks, snaps and thuds echoed
through the streets amongst the multitude of limbs and torsos and heads
that were being hurled into mid-air at an alarming rate.
A woman screamed. Never before had she seen such horror. She
was just coming out of her house to investigate the source of all the
screaming, when she came upon the most horrific scene she had seen in
her entire life. She saw a diminuitive redhead zig-zagging through
the streets, brutally mutilating the innocent bystanders with her bare
hands, unheeding of their screams of pain or cries for help.
Although she was overwhelmed by the desire to run, she found
herself glued to her current spot, unable to tear her eyes away from
the bloody carnage although her desire to puke at the sight of what was
being done to the people increased by every passing second.
By now, it was obvious that eventually she would be a target,
but, paralzyed by fear, she could not move her legs even a single inch.
She could only stand and watch as her neighbours were all mercilessly
slaughtered, the ground and the walls now coated by a thick layer of
blood.
Various body parts littered the ground, unattached to a torso
or pelvis or whatever they were supposed to be attached to. Even as
the violent redhead began to move closer and closer to her, she could
do nothing but scream. Her voice was coarse and broken by now, but she
still couldn't move, so she screamed.
She was so engrossed in her screaming that she did not realize
that a stray, bloodied eyeball flew through the air until it made its
way into her mouth and down her throat.
After she recovered from almost choking from the unknown
object, she looked up and saw the redhead disposing her latest victim
and was now moving to her. The redhead was moving too fast for her to
possibly escape, so she did what she had been doing for the last
fifteen minutes. She screamed. One final time.
Ranma-chan glared at the woman at the end of the street. She
had been laughing at her ever since she came out of the house. And she
was going to pay for that.
After silencing all the other laughing people, she came upon
the woman that had been laughing at her before. Even seconds before
she was attacked, she was still stubbornly laughing at her, like she
had been doing for the last fifteen minutes.
"SHUT UP!" Ranma-chan cried. "Why're you still laughing?! Stop
laughing!"
Pushing her hand to the woman's mouth to silence her, she
inadvertently shoved her entire arm through the woman's head.
Retracting her arm through the new hole in the woman's head, a stream
of her crimson type A blood flowed down onto the street.
"Shut up!" Ranma-chan took a hold of the woman's throat and
pushed her up against the wall, the wall collapsing from the impact,
her head shattered like a broken watermelon.
Ranma-chan blinked at what she was holding, which right now was
empty air.
"Finally!" she exclaimed. "You could've stopped laughing
earlier! It's not nice to laugh at people!"
After walking for hours more, she came upon a familiar-looking,
yet strangely different clinic. A familiar braided man was sweeping
in front of the door.
"Dr. Tofu!" she ran forwards to approach the doctor in
question, giving him an enthusiastic hug.
"Ranma!" the kind doctor cried in surprise. "What happened to
you?"
"Why is there so much blood on your body?" he added after the
hug was over.
"Blood?" she giggled. "That's just silly! I don't have blood
on me! Some people were laughing at me earlier so I just told them to
shut up!"
Tofu creased his brows at that. Something wasn't adding up
right. But since he had no solid evidence, he ignored it for now, and
invited Ranma-chan into the clinic.
Once they enter through the door, Tofu swerved off to the right
and stood by a skeleton. "You remember Betty-chan, don't you, Ranma?"
"Eek!" said redhead squealed in surprise. "Mousse! You're
supposed to be dead!"
Without further warning, she sent a fist through the skeleton's
midsection, the force of the blow rippling through the entire body and
crumbling the bones into dust.
Tofu paled. From that small scene, he could gather that Mousse
was dead, and Ranma-chan was probably the one that killed him, and she
was obviously unstable.
Tofu coughed to catch Ranma-chan's attention. "I suddenly
remembered that I have coming up real soon, Ranma," he said as he moved
towards the door. "Maybe we can catch up some other time?" He wanted
to remove the unstable redhead from the house as soon as possible.
"Alright then, I guess," she replied, looking down. "Catch you
later, I guess..."
Just as she turned to leave, the front door open.
"Kasumi!" she squealed in delight and rushed over to glomp the
taller brunette.
"Ranma! No!" Tofu cried out, fearing for his wife's safety,
and extended two fingers to tap Ranma-chan's sleep points on her back.
Unfortunately, as if warned by a precognition danger sense,
his target stepped aside swiftly, exposing Kasumi in full view and the
one that would've received the attack.
Desperately trying to stop his attack, he nearly popped his arm
out of its socket, but the initial momentum was too much to overcome in
such a short time. With a loud scream of pain, a fountain of blood
shot out of Kasumi's left arm as the pressure point Tofu was originally
going to press on Ranma-chan turned into a dangerous one when the
intended receiver of the attack was changed.
"KASUMI!!!!!" he screamed out in panic and rushed to his wife's
side, just as a blurring redness slammed into him from the side,
throwing him back and colliding with a wall.
As he looked up, an angry redhead towered over his body. "You
hurt Kasumi!"
With that said, she launched herself into the air, coming down
with her entire weight concentrated on her fist, currently aimed at
Tofu's head.
Emitting a small cry of surprise, he rolled off to a side,
screaming. "Hey! I didn't do it on purpose! She's my WIFE! I
wouldn't hurt her on purpose!"
He spoke a little late though, as Ranma-chan was already in
the middle of another attack, a powerful right hook aimed at his head.
Too fast to dodge, Tofu did the only thing he could and grabbed the
skeleton from beside him in a position to block the hook, hoping that
it would be enough to stop Ranma-chan from attacking anymore.
Unfortunately it wasn't.
Six hours later, Kasumi woke up groggily, the shiatsu point
having lost its effect. The thick scene of blood permeated the air.
Her hand brushed upon a cold, hard object when she sat up, and she
decided to grab it and see what it was.
She screamed when she saw that it was a bloody skull.
A few seconds later, she calmed down as she realized that it
was only the skull of Betty-chan Mark II, the backup skeleton in case
Betty-chan broke. She breathed a sigh of relief as she realized that
Tofu was still safe.
Then something occured to her. She still hadn't found her
husband yet. Just then, her other hand brushed with something soft
and fleshy as her fingertips sank into a thick liquid. Even without
looking, she knew what the liquid was. The smell of it filled the
entire room. Blood. With trembling hands, she grabbed the object in
her arms and brought it into view.
And came face to face with Tofu's head, his mouth gaped open
in shock, his eyes permanently conveying the feeling of pure terror.
Her scream could be heard echoing through the entire
neighbourhood for hours.