Dark Dragon

Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma ½, Gold Digger or Love Hina. Sadly, most people will die… those that survive will feel the fear… not telling more…

Swordsmanship

Motoko held the blade in a ready position, allowing her to strike at any moment, the blade, infused with her ki, allowed her to enhance the power behind her strikes. Spotting a door with armory spelled above it, she felt her skin tingling from the ominous feeling she recieved from it and turned towards her companion.

"There." She said, nodding to the letter engraved door. "Let's check it out…"

It grinned as it watched the door open. It had crept in here to make sure that the kendo girl recieved her just desserts, knowing that she would undoubtedly be drawn to the room. It was currently hiding in a spot that would allow it to view everything with a minimal chance of being spotted. When they entered, It grinned even more fiercely, looking at the kendo girl as she held her Ki infused bokken, making it grateful it was able to hide it's prescence as well as it could. But considering her personality she probably focused more on her physical skills rather then senses. No matter, it would make the moment all the more sweeter when took her life.

She looked at the swords and armors lining the wall, looking like ordinary practice equipment. There was a certain beauty to it, making her feel more at home here. Keitaro and Naru seemed as awed as she was, the latter commenting out loud.

"Come on Motoko, we don't have all day."

She turned to Naru, giving an annoyed glare. "If you cannot appreciate the beauty of a sword, you have nothing to live for. Leave me be, I'm sure that fiend shall not kill me, for I am one with my blade and he shall feel it's fury when we meet."

It grinned psychotically at the words of the samurai girl and watched the other two leave. With a small press on a button, Motoko's back to it, it released the special pet…

Motoko could hear something shuffling behind her, turning around with her sword drawn, to look at the diminutive thing that came shuffling towards her over the floor. She looked at it with wide eyes, looking at the way that it seemed to look at her with eyes that seemed to embody evil. She could not move as the beast came towards her, giving a soft chortling noise, making her eyes widen as she looked to see it coming closer…

It giggled as it lunged at Motoko, the blade in its hands shining with its own life-force. It had been a first experiment, since he'd seen it being done by Motoko a few times, but it worked.

Motoko saw one of the kendo suits move towards her, a real blade in its hands and momentarily overcame her fear to block the strike. "You shall not escape me, fiend!" She lunged at the figure, trying to get a decapitating strike in.

Their blades clashed together, making sparks fly and lighting up the area. Motoko looked deep in the unnatural red eyes which glared at her and could feel herself sliding backwards as the power her enemy put into its strike was overwhelming her own formidable defense. There was a good chance that she might not be able to survive this. A second blade was pulled off the wall by some sort of invisible force, then she watched as the blade sailed through the air to try and hit her. She moved aside, allowing the blade to pass by, forcing her to drop her guard for an instant. But an instant was all it needed, slashing at her with wild abandon, creating deep wounds all over her body. It watched in malicious glee as blood splattered in all directions from the long smooth cuts on her wrists and her throat. The blade flew forwards, her last conscious thought being to try and defend against it, but she could not move as it impaled her, knocking her blade out of her hands. She could do nothing but look at the blade in its hands.

"Time to die." It hissed venomously and she trembled at the complete and utter loathing and hatred that filled it's voice. Its hand shot forwards, carrying the blade with it, and she felt a choking sensation as the cold metal of the blade sliced through her body. Tears filled her eyes as she felt the blade's coldness spreading through her, it was as if the blade carried its owners darkness and made her know the extent of it's hate for her. There was a silence in the air as she looked at the figure, hearing the sounds of her friends coming.

"Why? Why? Why did you kill me." She coughed up blood, gurgling as more blood filled her mouth. "Fiend?"

"Because I had to, Bitch. You nearly murdered me, you know. Only because I made the right decision in leaving, you could ascend to the top of the team, without my guidance. Who told you to meditate right, I did. Who taught you how to block against my strikes, I did… Now, Death is the only thing you will receive, a parting gift, Motoko-chan… Don't worry, Keitaro-sama will be next…"

It laughed coldly, the dark delight in its voice at ridding itself of one of its nuisances echoing in the armory and ran out of the room, leaving Motoko to die.

"I guess I shouldn't have-" She coughed up blood. "Treated you like that… Sem... Pai…" And so Aoyama Motoko breathed her last as her soul left her mortal shell for the afterlife.

It watched as Keitaro and Naru rushed past it, drawn by the scream of Motoko. She had apparently screamed loud enough for the two to hear and rush back to the room, knowing that she might have been in danger. It looked at its clawed hands, knowing that it had done well to dispose of the armor it had worn since it would only slow him down and would make it only more difficult to hide, with all the blood still covering it, the smell would have exposed him immediately. So it had just crushed it from the inside, smashing one side of the armor completely open.

Keitaro felt extremely uncomfortable as he watched the body of Motoko lie there, the agony expressed on her face only increasing his discomfort. Naru had frozen at the agonized look Motoko bore, making her want to throw up at the nauseousness assualting her. Keitaro looked at the body for a few more seconds before turning to his companion.

"Lets go Naru. We don't know if the killer is still around and if he is, he's a better swordsman then Motoko… We'd best get back to the others so they can help out with figuring out where he is."

It shivered slightly as it looked at the prey from below, thinking of a good way to eliminate the other ones that could cause it trouble, then decided to wait until they all had gone to bed, content in their knowledge that they might need some sleep and that if they slept together or in groups, none of them would be harmed. It grinned, stripping them of their false hope would prove to be a very pleasurable experience.

Akane was walking through the strange hallway, looking at the paintings that lined the walls, each depicting the same man, knowing that she'd been through this hallway before. She stopped to look at the painting of the man, taking a closer look he seemed to be dressed in formal wear.

"Maybe that's the killer who is out to get us." She mused, looking at the painting as it seemed to move around, looking her straight in the eyes. The blood red eyes were something that was prevalent within the portraits all around the hallways. She shook her head and then headed back to the group, knowing that they were just twenty meters away and would be able to defend herself against any attack that could come.

It sneezed softly as she got away, then removed the wig and looked at its hands, which had been folded against the painting, only using the head part of the painting to look around. It was glad that it used this painting as a spying device, replaced the eyes with their normal painted selves, something that it had made after discovering the hollow rooms and passages in some of the rooms.

Keitaro looked around nervously, expecting an axe or a bloodied sword to be shoved between his ribs. He thought that he knew the killer, but didn't voice out his ideas, since that person might be dead, knowing the things that person had done were horrific, the ideas that that character had been mulling about being simply too disgusting to mention, not to mention hiding it all behind a sweet façade which lulled every man into that person's thrall. But still, he did't mention it. After all, that person was dead, right?

It looked at Keitaro as he seemed to be thinking about something and knew that it had made the right choice. It waited until the people, some muttering about going to the bathroom,had gone into the lobby to release more of the odorless sleeping gas, watching as they all got sleepy and then said that they would sleep in the same room.

It muttered something to itself as it walked amongst the sleeping people, finding Keitaro sleeping with his head on Naru's leg. It smirked as it grabbed the ankle of the sleeping Keitaro, looking at the face for a moment and grinning once again, making its way towards a side of the room, where there was a trophy stand. It clambered on top of it, holding Keitaro with its leathery wings in place so he wouldn't drop. The smile on its face was terrible as it hung Keitaro on the wall, whacking eight inch nails through his hands and arms, whacking his legs together with the hammer that it had grabbed within the workshop in the basement.

Keitaro awoke to the feeling of intense pain in his hands and legs, only to arch his body as mind numbing pain erupted in his head. Wich was only enhanced from the pain that came from his arms and legs from the motion. He looked up to see someone he would never expect to see again.

"You? WHY? WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Because I didn't want to leave you alone, Cousin."

Its eyes flashed, turning a golden color, the lenses being out of the eyes for once. Keitaro gurgled as he looked down; feeling something go through his body and watching as It slowly made the sword go upwards through his chest, hitting his lungs.

"So the only witness to my true nature dies. Goodbye, Cousin, may you rest well with grandmo-UGH!"

It turned around, looking at the place where the pain had come from and saw that Strype was looking at him, a gun with smoke coming from the barrel in his hand. Keitaro said nothing, his eyes lifeless and dull, the bullet having gone through his head, killing him instantly. It snarled at the kryn, inhaling deeply before sending a wave of flames at the offending target, who released another shot at it which sent It tumbling to the ground, bleeding silver blood.

It snarled as it could hear the other guests wake up, feeling the need to leave immediately. It rushed out of the lobby, leaving behind a trail of silver blood, until it jumped up and could feel the wounds heal almost immediately, the bullet being forced out of the wound. It growled deeply in its throat, looking at the bullet for a moment and then dropping it to the floor, looking around for a moment, then going back to the lobby, looking ordinary once again, the draconic features having melted away.

Brittany walked inside, having met Ryan who had been going to the bathroom, only to rush back after hearing the shots. She could feel that something bad had happened as she looked around and then saw them all stare in horror at a huge blackened spot on the floor where a body lay, clearly burned by fire.

"Strype? Where are you?" She looked around, seeing most people turn towards her and give her a sad look. She looked at the pile of ashes, looking at it for a long time and then beginning to cry loudly. "Stryyyyyyyyyyyyyype!"

The scream of agony was heard by it and it shed a tear for the grief of the girl, but knew that it could not care. The rest would have to die and die very soon they would.

A new chapter. Anyone able to piece together who the mysterious Dark Dragon is? I'll give a hint: It is very out of character for that person and nobody would suspect it…

Demon God of Chaos wishes everyone a nice day