Hm…this story is more successful that I'd thought it would be. Enjoy
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Punishment will descend on wings of death.
All those who sinned will now be judged.
The blood of innocents will flood the world.
-Unknown source
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Ranma bolted awake, eyes wide and sweat covering his body. He held a hand over his chest and tried to regain the breath from a scream he'd not realized he let out. Realizing how he woke up, Ranma reflexively cringed, expecting a blow from his father…until he remembered what happened to his father. Ranma gotten his breathing under control and did his best to restrain the tears that came forth. While Genma had never been the best father, or even close to a real father, Ranma did love the old man. Despite his attempts to restrain them, tears flowed from his eyes and a sobs shook his body.
"Dad…" He brought his knees to his chest and buried his face in them, finally giving into the sorrow. The door to his room slid open, startling Ranma. He made a futile attempt to cover his tears with the blanket he sat on, but the tears and sobs wouldn't stop.
"Ranma?" Kasumi's shaky voice questioned. Ranma turned away from the door.
"I...I'm fine," He lied, but his voice came out strained. Kasumi came in and kneeled on his bed, taking the blanket off and wrapping her arms around him. Ranma stiffened at first, but gave into the comfort the eldest Tendo daughter gave and eventually cried onto her shoulder.
"H-he-he-he's g-gone," Ranma made out in between sobs. "I-I nev-never was clo-close t-to him, but he wa-was all I ha-had." Kasumi rubbed his back soothingly.
"I'm here Ranma," She said. "I'm not leaving, don't worry."
They stayed like that for an unmeasured time, but eventually Ranma's breathing evened and he fell asleep. Kasumi smiled at his form and gently lay his body onto the bed, pulling the blanket on top of him. After standing she gave him a last glance and headed to the kitchen. Morning was coming and a meal was in order.
A red glow covered Ranma for a second and the orb on his neck floated from his chest.
He's mine… A raspy, yet feminine, voice echoed throughout the room.
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Ranma smiled to himself while toweled his hair off. He walked downstairs to meet the Tendo's living room where breakfast had been set up, and sat down. Nabiki looked at him oddly for a second as he sat down, as if something about him made her feel uncertain. Kasumi sat across from Ranma, who grinned at her with a food-stuffed mouth and she let out a giggle. Soun sat at his end of the table with a dazed expression; one a person has when something happened that they couldn't cope with.
"Saotome..." He whispered, tears filled his eyes and the food in front of him went by unnoticed. Nabiki looked at her father for a second before shrugging and continuing her meal. Why should she care about the elder Saotome? Heck, she only cared about herself and her family, but not much for a pair of freeloaders. At least Ranma provided some extra cash with the photos she took of him, but Genma did nothing at all.
"Well I'm off," Ranma grabbed his pack and stood up. Normally he'd walk with Akane, but she was staying home from an illness.
"Have a good day at school!" Kasumi called as he left. Ranma gave her the thumbs up and walked out of the house.
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Cologne shuddered, the fifth time in the last hour. Something was wrong, she could feel it. The feeling of death was increasing lately and she was becoming worried. Shampoo walked by with a case full of Ramen.
"Shampoo make delivery to husband, is okay?" Shampoo asked. Cologne nodded, not really paying attention. Shampoo giggled and ran off.
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"Airen!" A high-pitched voice called out. Ranma groaned as Shampoo glomped onto him, snuggling her face into his neck.
"Shampoo I have school!" Ranma pried her off. "Let me go."
"You take Shampoo on date?" The blue-haired woman asked. Ranma rolled his eyes.
"No," He said firmly.
"Enemy of women!" A masculine voice yelled. Ranma jumped onto a fence, dodging the variety of weapons that flew at him. Shampoo huffed and rode off, wanting to avoid the blind fighter.
"Mousse, I'm gonna be late for school!" Ranma exclaimed. A burning sensation was growing inside him, but he did his best to ignore it.
"I don't care, I'll avenge-" Mousse was interrupted by a foot kicking him into the sky.
"Back off," Ranma rasped. He leaped off the fence. "I'm gonna be late."
SPLASH!!
The burning sensation grew and Ranma's eyes glowed red, he turned to the woman throwing water on the sidewalk and grinned.
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"Late, gonna be late!" Ranma yelled as ran full speed. He made it inside the fenced schoolyard just as they were closing the gates and ran into the school.
"Made it…." Ranma sighed in relief.
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"Grandma, we're here!" A masculine voice called out. A tall man with brown hair walked into the house. A small girl walked with him with raven hair.
"Daddy what's that dripping sound?" She asked. The man shrugged.
"She probably left the sink on," He suggested. "Grandma?" He shouted.
"I need to use the potty daddy," The little girl tugged at her dads pant leg.
"Sure go ahead honey," Her father walked further inside.
Carol Shemming was only five years old. She liked Power Rangers and she loved eating Lucky Charms every morning for breakfast. She'd even eat it at night when her dad was sleeping on the couch with a 'hooky' woman. Carol often was teased in school because of her large glasses and pale skin. She loved her father and he loved her too and today she was going to visit her great-grandma. Carol loved visiting her great-grandma because she'd always get a dollar. A whole dollar for just sitting on an old lady's lap.
She wouldn't be getting her dollar today.
Carol stopped outside the bathroom, where the dripping sound had increased. She slowly pushed the door open and walked in, slipping and falling.
A loud scream followed.
Mr. Shemming ran to the source to find his daughter laying on her back, screaming her little head off. He followed her gaze and was soon mimicking his child
On the ceiling of the bathroom was a naked elderly woman. Her arms were spread with a black ring around her wrists and ankles, pinning her horizontally to the roof. Blood was dripping from long gashes on her forearms, ankles, and stomach. Someone had taken her blood and written on the mirror a message that was never figured out.
Wash your own sins first.
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Not who you expected to die huh? Well I promise it'll be a main character to die next chapter. Keep reading.