Disclaimers:

- Ranma belongs to Rumiko Takahashi

- The Universe of the Incal is based in the works: Incal of Jodorowsky and Moebious, Metabarons of Jodorowsky, Moebious and Gimenez, and Techno Priests of Jodorowsky, Zoran Janjetov and Fred Beltrand.

- This story is made for fun and is meant for the enjoyment of the fans.

- I thank all kinds of comments and suggestions, as well as illustrations based on the history.

- Please C&C.

- If anybody wants be a pre reader and help me you only have to e-mail me. I would be happy to accept. Thanks.

---------------------------------Chapter 2: Akane's Initiation.

When Akane recovered the consciousness she laid in the floor of a large metallic room.

'Where am I?' She thought while looked around.

The room was completely empty. She sat down on the floor while she tried to remember what happened.

'I was talking with Cologne when somebody hit me; but who?'

Then other question appeared.

'Wait! Why didn't Cologne do anything? Did she know the one that hit me? Then … this is other of her schemes!'

At this moment somebody opened the door and stepped in the room. When Akane heard the door she stood up and turned to look at her new visitor.

"So finally you come to show your face, Co…"

Akane shut up when she saw that in front of her wasn't the small Chinese elder but a completely strange.

He was enormous, but the more impressive thing was his skin. Every part of his body that wasn't covered by his clothes was made of steel.

"Who are you? Where is Cologne?" Akane asked.

"Dead" Steelhead said emotionless.

Akane stepped back shocked by the answer, until that her back hit the wall of the room. Her thoughts were turmoil.

'It can't be. No one can kill her, neither Ranma could. It is impossible.'

Finally Akane asked indignant:

"Why?"

"She was a disturbance."

The coldness of her kidnapper left Akane speechless.

'I have to run away,' she decided, 'but how? If he killed Cologne it is impossible that I can defeat him! Wait! I don't need win him! It is enough if I move him away of the door."

Without hesitation Akane started her plan attacking to Steelhead with a direct punch. But he didn't dodge it; instead he stopped her punch with his left hand and crushed it until that the noise of broken bones could be heard in the room. Akane fell on her knees, shouting with pain, while her blood slid between his fingers. Then he grabbed her arm and tore it out violently. Akane passed out falling to the floor. Steelhead threw the useless piece of meat, and went out of the room; while her blood began to form a poll on the floor.

An acute pain in her belly awoke Akane.

'Ugh! Damn! Not again!'

She turned in the bed and stretched out her arm to reach the table that had to be at the side, but there was nothing there. In this moment Akane remembered where she was.

"Oh no! Shit!"

Akane got up quickly and began to search for the light switch while she held the belly with her left hand.

After a few minutes seeking in the dark, she managed to switch on the light.

She was in a small metallic room, whose only piece of furniture was the bed where she had awaked.

But Akane didn't pay attention to the room, because her glance was fixed in her right arm. Now it had grey cold metal, where previously it had smooth pink skin.

"No! It can't be! It is impossible," Akane shouted perplexed.

Slowly, she reached her left hand to feel the artificial monstrosity that was now her right arm.

To the touch of her trembling fingers it was hard, cold and inhuman.

With a hysteric shout Akane closed the hand on it and she tried to pull it out. When she understood that she wasn't going to obtain anything this way, she began to strike her shoulder against the wall while she repeated without stop.

"Fall! Damn it! Fall!"

It was useless. Finally Akane slipped until the ground, defeated. She continued murmuring between sobs.

"Fall, fall."

A voice interrupted her litany.

"Pathetic."

Akane raised the eyes. In front of her was the imposing figure of Steelhead. She began to shake involuntarily.

"What do you want?" she asked with faltering voice.

But he didn't answer her. Simply he grabbed her head and he raised her of the ground. Akane was too much stunned to protest, while she was carried through the long corridors of the metabunker. Once in their destination he left her abruptly on a surgical table, where he tied her tightly before she had time to react. Immobilized Akane couldn't make other thing that to observe in silence as Steelhead made diverse preparations. But her stupor was transformed into wrath when he tore out the rest of her clothes.

"What do you think that you are doing?" Akane shouted. "Untie me now! Do you hear me? Untie me now!"

Without paying attention to her protests, Steelhead took a scalpel and placed his hand on her belly. Akane shrank it instinctively when she felt the cold touch of his fingers. He tightened her skin and made a "T" shape cut under her navel. The protests of Akane ended instantaneously, being replaced by a shout of pain. Steelhead separated the layers of skin and flesh, leaving uncovered her intestines. He moved away her bladder and began to detach her ovaries and womb.

Akane's pain was unbearable. Her body shuddered under the straps with each new cut. Her sobs and desperate pleas mixed with her shouts, while he continued this task cold and meticulously.

Finally Akane saw through a cloud of pain how he extracted her genitals before she passed out.

Akane awoke screaming of terror. She got up in the bed panting. Her body, covered with sweat, shivered slightly.

'It has been only a nightmare, only a nightmare.' Akane repeated time and time again.

But the words weren't enough to calm her.

She slid a hand down to her naked belly, with the hope to remove her dreads; but her fingers found a still fresh scar.

'That has happened wasn't a dream.'

For a moment Akane remained paralyzed without knowing what do; but she couldn't hold it anymore and began to cry. In her tears were mixed the anger, the fear, the powerlessness and the vulnerability; but especially the loss of her maternity.

She had always wanted to wear children and, in spite of her complicated relations with the boys, she had never given up her dream. After many doubts she had admitted her love for Ranma. And now Steelhead had taken from her the possibility of be a mother.

Akane cried until her eyes dried off. Exhausted she wrapped up with the sheets.

How much time passed? Akane didn't know.

When the door was opened, a robot entered in the room.

Its shape wasn't humanoid at all. The ellipsoid head was standing out over the rectangular body. This one had two small arms, and below two tracks allowed its movement.

"Who are you?" Akane asked weakly.

"My name is Bobo. The Master ordered me to tell you that you have to go to the training room now."

In spite that she was covered with the sheets, Bobo's sensors didn't overlook Akane's answer.

"You must use the bathroom the next time that you need empty the bag where you store all of your liquid scrap." The robot said.

---------------------------------------------- About Reviews:

Sonic 1: This fic is travel time, because the universe of Incal is supposed to be the future of the Ranma's universe. Old? This is a new fresh history. ;)

Jerry Unipeg: Thanks. I hope that you like this chapter too.