Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness ❯ Chapter 1

Darkness

By theoneyoulovetohate

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Disclaimer:
Ranma 1/2 is own by Rumiko Takahashi. Top Cow was founded by Marc Silvestri. All characters of the Top Cow world belong to the creators that are involved in Top Cow. Michael Turner, David Wohl, Garth Ennis, Brian Haberlin, Christina Z, and other are a few of those creators (I don’t know all of them). I don’t own anything. This is a fan fiction for my musing.
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This is my journal. I have decided to write about the things I have done and to save myself from the insanity of being out on the road alone.

I have left my old life. The failed wedding was a huge factor in my decision of leaving my sojourn. The last place I stayed, I felt as if it could be permanent. Four years I have stayed there and yet to my dismay it was not meant to be.

Thinking back on it I wondered about those people. My thoughts wandered toward each one. From the violent fiancées to the kind and gentle auburn Kasumi Tendo, I wondered.

My departure was swift and no one had noticed, not even that so call Ice Queen Nabiki knew of it until it was too late. Before I left the steps of the dojo I wished the inhabitants of it briefly, “Good luck, I am sorry.” I did not want to look back because I might decide to stay there.

A shadow loomed toward the right of me just as I was on the last step of the dojo. My backpack held firmly and my duffle bag was held over my shoulder. My hands tighten around the harness of my backpack. It was Kasumi’s shadow, she was right behind me. My eyes were clouded but I did not recall what I have told her while trying hard not to look back. But I think I told her I was sorry and that I could not stay anymore.

I have been on a training trip for so long with no home. It was as if I was those nomadic tribes my father and I have encountered during our training trip in Mongolia. I left my father. I knew he wanted to stay and I knew that he was going to stop me from leaving. In the end I was free from his grasp and perhaps from the only place that I could have call home.

I have decided to travel toward Egypt at first. My reasoning was to lose any clues of my where about from Nabiki. I thought that she wouldn’t spend her money and resources to track me all the way to Egypt. Another reason for coming here was because there were nomadic tribes that are related to the Mongolian tribes. I think they were the Mamelukes. I was hoping to learn their survival skills and their style of fighting.

From Egypt, I decided to go to America and more specifically I ended up in New York. Bruce Lee traveled toward America and made a life, perhaps I can do something with my life. I guess a fresh new start without any crazy obligations my father has made. Besides I made a couple of friends when I was young on my training trip. Maybe I could see them again.

To survive in New York, I worked as an underpaid bouncer of a night club. Bouncers get paid pretty well but I was an illegal immigrant so I never complain.

My work ended, it was around 4 am? I don’t remember exactly. Anyway, the club had a back door to kick any drunken people out if they were rowdy. I was using the backdoor to leave the club. The door leads to an alley.

As I stepped out of the club to the alley I see a silhouette. I recognized him as a patron, one of them regular customer. His name was Jackie something and he was slumped down on his butt. His hand was lifeless and his back was hunched where his head would face down toward his crouch. Hell, it smelled funky, I couldn’t put my finger on it but it smelled like something I’ve come across often. No, it’s not the alcohol smell.

Maybe he was drunk and asleep? It happens when your body tries to stop you from intoxicating yourself.

I walked over there to get a good look. Nudged him a little with my foot, nothing happened. I bent down on my left knee until I realized I just kneed into something wet. It was dark, but I tried to look anyway. I knew what the smell was. It was blood.

“Jackie! Wake up man!”

I shook him and he fell toward the side. I touched his face and it was cold. He was dead. I wanted to save him but he was already dead. I was in panic mode for some reason. It was the same state of mind when I was saving Akane from the Phoenix King. I tried to go over the options. The only option was that I should leave. I can’t call the cops they’ll deport me back was my thought.

I look around but found no suspects or anyone it’s just me and a dead body.

Looking back on it I could have called the cop and leave right after so the cops could find the body.

I chose to leave. I wonder often what I could have done and ended up with just that option or the tiny bit better option of calling.

I ran out of the alley, rounding down the red bricks corner of the alley, but I felt something gripping me and there was a chill running down my spine.

I turned around. There was nothing, maybe it was Jackie’s ghost? Maybe it was just the wind? I didn’t care I just continued running. The only thing I can hear is my footstep and the heavy breathing as I ran.

I went to my suite and quietly close the door. It was cheap and was run by some slum lord. My brain was replaying the event as I argued with myself, how I was an idiot and a pussy. Some other part of me was trying to calm myself down. The adrenaline is residing and I got really sleepy. I threw the clothing into a plastic bag, buck naked. I washed myself up and ended up sleeping.

It was about dawn or around there when I woke up violently. Cold sweat, it was probably the first I’ve ever gotten, not even the cat dreams would cause this. There was a tremendous fear instilled in me, this fear was infinitely more than that of my cat phobia. Beads of sweat were all over my body. I don’t remember much other than fighting against creatures. These creatures in my nightmare lurked in shadows. They apparently drew their power from the darkness.

We fought and everything turned pitch black. I channeled my life force, which I called ki, and it brightened the surroundings. I was bathed in an aura of ki. They scurried away finding any shadows to hide in.

They begged me. I don’t know what came over me. These creatures with no faces just shadowy figures that fluctuate endlessly like some fluid. I can feel them. Their dark red eyes glowed within their forms. I stopped and dim my aura.

What I felt was as if they were waiting to be used. This was a very awkward position. I don’t want to use anything, especially sentinel beings. What were they used for?

I asked them many questions. From what I gathered they have lost their master. They needed a host and that was me. I wanted them out of my mind and body and perhaps… my soul if they have anything to do with it. The only problem was they was stuck now and intertwined with my Jusenkyo’s magic. It was too chaotic and it forced the darkness upon me.

I don’t remember anything other than that it was agreed upon that I was their boss. Yeah, it was fuzzy like hell. I would imagine that it is similar to getting hang over or recovering from one. Then again what would I know about alcohol?

I guess the reason why I was taking it so well was the fact that I’ve encountered so many paranormal stuffs. I somehow knew they were telling the truth. We had to just work with it.

Anyway, that dream was weird and some how profound to me for some reason. It is nothing to worry about, I told my self. I was about to turn on the lamp near the night stand when I struck something. It fell with a thud on to the floor.

Why would a slum lord bother with security deposit? The carpet was ugly when I moved in and it took me a while to clean all the stains. It was as if some large animal just crawled over into this apartment and laid there dying on the floor and just waiting for me to find its dead carcass and fur. The prick should pay me something for cleaning it up.

Anyway, I turned the lamp on and tried to look for whatever object I just knocked over. Hopefully, it is not something fragile.

It was a wallet. I was curious so I opened it up and tried to look for some sort of identification of whose it belong to. I found my answer and I was shitting bricks now. It was Jackie Estacado. There was his freaking birth certificate and social identification number written on some paper.

I’m thinking he’s haunting me for leaving him in the alley. Ranma Satome ain’t afraid of nothing! I looked around. That statement of not being afraid was more of a lie to me, just to ignore those jiggles that my body was having.

After searching my apartment I went back to sleep.

A few days have passed and I tried to piece together the event that had occurred on that unfaithful night in the alley. There was nothing about Jackie’s death.

He was gone like one of those person on the back of a milk carton. I did my research, well not really. I just stumble across a headline about Don Franchetti and his mob on the New York Times. Some sort of godfather crap but everyone belonging to this mafia just died. Police raided Don’s mansion and all of his people and mob figures within Don’s group are dead. They’re thinking this was a classic mafia gang fight for territory. The Armenians was moving in on their turf and took the Italians down.

The cops got the Armenians and the whole mob just raided. They got all the guns and fingerprints. The newspapers are saying they’re getting life in prison.

The point is maybe this was my only opportunity. I needed legit documentations and here it was. His body is gone so it doesn’t matter if I take over as him right? I mean what could go wrong?

I got long hair and with my blue eyes I can be an Italian-Japanese-American mutt!

Anyway, I went over toward the alley and looked around for his body. I didn’t find it and something within me, the darkness I nicknamed it, told me the body was gone the Armenians probably flushed it.

I think I said sorry or something to Jackie. And hey since he’s dead he wouldn’t mind if I take over his identity right? I was trying to convince myself that this was a gift and not some sort of selfless act. Well not actually a gift but more of an opportunity.

Come on Jackie is dead and I wanted to start a life here.

You can’t blame me right Jackie? I think I whispered that last part.


AN: I’m trying to learn how to write I guess. The mechanics are the major sticking point. I do care and I will try and try whenever my muse is active. I don’t expect anything from this fanfiction just that I want it on an obscure website.

I like writing in first person because I can neglect information because the character perception is at fault. It also helps if I don’t want to go into detail of stuff. I also want to try to go between first person to third person when I need to but I’ll settle for now. All chapters are being continually changed and revise in the plot. Whatever parts I feel that aren’t sufficient I will change it at will.

I would be grateful for any suggestions on my first person point of view. Is it lacking something? Maybe it’s not enough action? Like action/show but do not tell? Let the character’s actions explain it then rather having explanations?