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Chapter 4 The death of an Innocent

There are many dimensions in the universe, hundreds, thousands, millions, all created by the forerunner with a single purpose, to sustain the life of all the different races and species.

 As the creation of life, an event the forerunner came to call "The Birth of the Second children", they where soon too run out of space, their home dimension not big enough too contain all the children.

 As the forerunner saw this they began to look after additional planets and solar systems to place their children. They found nothing. Once again the forerunner resorted to using the Gateways that hadn't seen use in millions of years. But there was one problem, there wasn't any material that could sub stain life in the other dimensions. A very few began then too work on to create small traces of energy that would evolve into a species composed of energy(1) and could survive in the turmoil's of the immaterium.

 Others of the forerunner began to build the Constructs, a small sphere, not bigger than a fist. These Constructs where despite its size maybe one of the forerunners mightiest inventions. The Construct created an artificial white hole, the opposite to the black hole, instead of sucking up material it generated it, giving the forerunner the space needed too continue the creations of the Children.

The dimensions created had all different sets of natural laws, some had identical and some didn't even have the most superficial resemblance. These different environments made the bacteria evolve to different species, but all still sharing the basic connection to the forerunner.

The fact that most of the children were located in different realities made the forerunner build different Gateways. Some Gateways, like the original was huge too allow transport of massive ships and equipment, others where smaller like a normal door, and the smallest was a single use gateway having different appearances but about the size of a small trinket, drawing upon the users own energy reserves instead of an energy reactors.  

As the forerunners where destroyed, they left their equipment and because they built it too last as long as a lifetime (forever, they are immortal) many of their children found it. Some looked completely useless, but others where found and where thought too be holy magical artefacts from the gods themselves. Some of the more advanced children found the constructs and used them to create entire universes and then later being called gods.

So the facts remain that all in the universe are the forerunners children, demon, god and man alike.

And on the small planet of Earth, or Terra as it is called by some, a small boy looks into a campfire, not knowing of the role he is about to play in the history of an entire universe.

Earth, Japan

Present

A small boy, maybe 5 or 6 is sitting before a small campfire his grey-blue eyes reflecting the light of the flames. His raven black hair is tied up in a pigtail, his clothes a dirty and worn gi. He is slowly taking out small splinters of rock from his left wrist. Why the hell has pops gotta be so mean to me every day, The young boy thought as he cleaned the wound with a little water, not winching once.

It is not manly to cry or show signs of pain He heard his fathers voice in his head as he thought of what his father would say now if he was awake.

That was the reason he was patching up his arm now and not five hours ago when he got the wound after crashing into a three after a spar with his father.

Pops would just say that I am a weak little girl for complaining about a small scratch He thought with a bitter voice that one so young shouldn't have.

 He slowly took a clean piece of cloth out of his backpack and tied it around the wound. He looked up at the stars.

What should I do, I don't know how much more of this I can take.

 The "Training" he went through was inhuman by anyone's standard. Carrying his and his fathers backpack up a mountain with his father sitting atop the packs to increase endurance. Climbing a step rock wall with a 100 kilo stone tied around his legs to strengthen his arms. Being tied behind a train to increase his speed and being forced to go through the US MARINES training program to help him gain some form of discipline. This was just a small part of all Genmas "training" methods. The last wasn't bad but it wasn't directly what a six year old boy wanted to do.  

Most of the things Ranma was made too do was considered even cruel by most kind of demons. He didn't get much food because his father told him he would fight better with an empty stomach, he wasn't allowed to talk to anyone because they would just be in the way of his training and he wasn't even allowed to see his mom because she would make him grow soft.

That was the worst of all, not to be able to se his mother. He really missed her. And all thanks to his father. You must carry on the anything goes school of martial arts. He hadn't even asked, just one day he had dragged him away from home. That was over a year ago.

The only thing he had left to remember his mother by was a small green crystal necklace she had given him. He hadn't showed it to his father, he would have just sold it. The thought of that made him clench his fist over the necklace that he had in his left pocket.  

I hate him, hate him, HATE, He thought

Tomorrow they would begin training in a special martial arts technique. That usually meant that Ranma would be in a world of hurt, and get some serious injuries. He dreaded the morning and the day that would come.

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 "Wake up your good for nothing lazy boy" His father cried out as he was thrown of the ground and towards a three.

 His skill not developed enough combined with the fact that he was just a few moments ago sleeping made him hit the tree with a loud BANG He slumped to the ground, clutching his chest as he tried to regain his breath.

"Your weak little girl, you should have been able to dodge that tree." His father told him as he sat before the campfire.

He stood up, giving his father a cold glare, the man in question wasn't noticing because he was eating the supply of food that they had gathered.

"Where is my food?" He asked as the man finished the last of the food.

"If you where fast enough, you would have been able to get some food" Genma replied with his I-am-the-master-and-you-are-the-student face.

He didn't do anything, because Genma was still better then him and would trash him almost as fast as Genma emptied the food-crate.

"Today Ranma I will teach you a martial arts technique that will make you unbeatable. It is the feared Neko-Ken, the cat-fist and will make you ten times as strong and fast." His father told him with joy.

He wondered what kind of injuries he would get this time. This was just another of his pops crazy training-methods. He really liked martial arts, before he left home he always spared with his kindergarten rival Ryoga Hibiki. He always loved to fight and defeat stronger opponents and he loved to train and learn new techniques. But this wasn't martial arts it was just torture.

"We will train in a place not far from here." His father said as he shouldered his backpack.

"Yes pops" He replied with a sad voice.

They began to move through the forest, the bright and sunny day doing nothing to improve his mood. He looked at a bird in the sky, it was a black raven.

He just shocks his head. Sometimes he wished he would be as free as the birds in the sky. No obligations, no talk about honour, just himself travelling the world.

I wonder what injuries I will get this time, maybe a broken rib, a burn on my torso or perhaps knife in my leg

"We are here" His father said as they walked into a clearing. He could see some houses through the threes.

Probably a town he thought.

"But, what is so special about this place pops?"

His father pointed to a small hatch in the ground.

"And?"

His father opened it and he heard the hissing of cats.

"The procedure to learn the Neko-Ken is simple. Tie the trainee in a lot of fish products, throw him into a pit full of starving cats and wait until he learns the Neko-Ken.

Ranma just stared shocked at his father, not even he could be that stupid. He just had a serious face.

Aw Shit He thought as he began too run towards the houses. He took five steps before he felt his father hit him over the head, HARD. He was knocked out.

 As he woke up he found that he was tied with a band of fish-rolls.

"No pop, don't do it" He screamed as his father dragged him towards the pit. The hissing of the cats sounding horrific to the scared six year old boy.

Genma didn't listen as he tossed Ranma into the pit.

It is for his own good Genma thought.

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 "NO POPS, NOT AGAIN, PLEASE NOT THE CATS" Was all Ranma said as he was dragged towards the pit.

"Stop being such a sissy, boy" Ranma said as he once again was thrown into the pit.

He felt as the razor sharp claws of the cats once again began to cut into his skin. He was feeling weak and cold as another claw ripped a deep gash on his back. His screams died, he wasn't able to muster the energy to continue. The pain in his body began to disappear, instead replaced with a cold numbness. He was so tired, only barely able to keep his eyes open. Another cut in his back, this one not even registered by his brain. He was dieing, feeling as both his sanity and life ran away, more for every second. Soon he would not be able to hold onto both sanity and life, he had to choose witch one to let go.

In thousand other dimensions Ranma let go of his sanity to cling onto his life, and by that act bringing the Neko-Ken into effect, but here he let go of his life, clinging to the last of his sanity.

No I don't want to go insane, I will rather die sane than live insane He thought to himself. He moved his left hand that had been cut free towards his pocket, feeling the small jewel that his mother had given him.

His last thought before it all went black was of his mother as he clenched his fist over the small pendant.

Authors Notes:

Cliffhanger! Well review Please

(1) They are non-organic life-forms living in dimensions where the only thing existing was energy. Basically living energy with a mind. They don't age and are in their home-dimensions usually pretty powerful.  They can not take a physical form in another dimension but they can "posses" another organic being, like a demon. They need an energy link to their home when they leave their dimension or they will be returned. The wall that is between the different dimensions must be weakened for the being to appear. This is usually done by forming a mental link to people. This is usually done by thinking about the "demon" and the "demon" usually does this by making people pray and hold ceremonies. Good example for an energy creature is the four warp demon gods and their demon followers in Montymouse fan fic The forgotten primarch of chaos. Butt all energy creatures are not evil, only 95% are evil.

Q: Why I don't use banshees in the third chapter and why I didn't do a flashback on the Spartan II training.

A1 No it doesn't have anything to do with the misuse of banshees in multiplayer and LANs. But I agree with you, I played Halo on internet at my cousins house and using a banshee is cheating. I used it once and at the end I had died 8 times and killed 124 people. It takes away the fun because it is so damn easy.

A2 The reason why I didn't have a flashback is that the next chapter will be only about the Spartan II training. Don't want to use all the stuff and the have to write the same thing again. Nuffsaid.

Big thanks to Erich Hansson for pre-reading this.