Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ EXITUS ACTA PROBAT ❯ Cut scenes chap 1 ( Chapter 2 )

EXITUS ACTA PROBAT

 

Disclaimer: I own nothing except Elizabeth Crowley and Baran.

 

Notes: this was inspired by Deborah Goldsmith and her work around “Genma's Daughter”. I hope it will make you laugh a little.

 

Cut scenes

 

Chap 1: The heiress of Aleister Crowley.

 

 

The truck held the mark of a coal delivery services and was transporting half a dozen of men in the beginning of the night under the rising full moon. Among the dusty sacks of coal were a few which were shaped like a humanoid. The ruffians were laughing as they used a lighter for their cigarettes.

 

“It was a good first sweep, wasn't it?”

 

“Yeah, I was amazed that a few of them willingly follow us. How stupid females can be.”

 

Hard laughter erupted in the moving vehicle and one of the men hit a sack with a kick.

 

“OUCH!”

 

The ruffian jerked as the coal sac moved and revealed a face with dusty blond hair and a scowl.

 

“Hey! Be careful! The sack with the dummy is THIS one!”

 

“Oops! Sorry.”

 

“CUT!”

 

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She drew power from the righteous fury ignited in her core-being and focused her mind on the exterior padlock. She could `taste' the metal, `smell' the moving pieces of the mechanism and she reached to it with her mental might.

 

The door stayed shut.

 

“Huh?”

 

She turned to the Director's chair. “Hey? What's happening with the door? She's supposed to open now.”

 

“CUT!”

 

Baran turned to the right sight of the stage. “Machinist! What's the problem?!”

 

“Sorry Director. The mechanism is jammed.”

 

“All right, everybody take five while we try to have it working.”

 

Baran muttered as he waited about haunted stages and curses on any films about the Mythos. Jeff and Rei snickered in his back.

 

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She simply walked in their midst wearing their colours. She reached her destination without being hindered. The location of the musicians of the ceremony was perfect for the acoustics. The music was perceived by everybody inside the underground pyramid for their goal needed a proper ambiance. She prepared a flute of pure silver for the right moment and began to whisper her spell.

 

“Amorphous blight of nethermost confusion

Centre of all infinity

Heartbeat of the cosmos

Now shrill for all.”

 

The thin monotonous whine of her silver flute erupted in the pyramid. The effect in the closed structure was horrendous and devastating. The spell the young schoolgirl used was known as the `Pipes of Madness' by some. What few could conceive was that this sound was the very sound of the essence of Creation in all its splendour. The mortal spirit cannot perceive such a thing and retained its sanity. The result on such a wretched congregation was predictable: They continued to sing…

 

The young girl blinked as the spell did nothing.

 

“Huh? Hey guys! You're supposed to erupt in madness now.”

 

“CUT!”

 

Baran sighed and turned to the central altar. “Hey Robert! What gives? You're supposed to raise your right arm to signal the congregation that they are hearing the madness music here.”

 

“Sorry, I couldn't see Liza behind the musicians from where I am.”

 

Baran sighed. What brilliant idea to film an alternate work to Sic Semper Morituri. He was sure that he was losing a few points of sanity with each scene.

 

“All right! Everybody stay where you are! We'll make new marks now!”

 

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The spirit of Robert gazed hatefully on the… What? It was only a young girl that killed him! It was not the end! He would haunt her for all eternity! He would suck on the marrow of her bones! He would push her in the darkness of insanity! He would…

 

Around the young girl, the spectral mass of the former victims of the sorcerer whirled in gleeful anticipation. Her mind reached for the spirit of the servant of the Old Ones.

 

<This is the end for you.>

 

<WHO ARE YOU?!>

 

She smiled and the wretched soul knew fear as the blue eyes of the golden haired girl pinned him with the power hidden in it as her telepathic voice cut coldly and deeply in him.

 

<I am Batman!>

 

The ghosts face-faulted and began to laughed.

 

“CUT!”