Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Grand Theft Auto: Nerima ❯ Boom ( Chapter 14 )

Boom

 

 

 

Ranma found himself kneeling over in a back alley holding his stomach and releasing its contents. Maybe it was an after effect of the drugs. Maybe his body wasn't used to the physical stress yet. No it was because he'd just killed twenty-one people in one night and he'd just thrown a head through the window of dangerous man's drug house. It hit him that he had snapped a little. No longer thinking straight with a vendetta against a guy he's never met before. Hell it could be worse, he could have slipped and fell in his own puke. He didn't know what to do just yet, so he started making a habit of finding every last dark alley and walked down it with the silent hope that some one would jump him and kill him in the process. He was acting like a zombie now and shuffled his feet blindly into any random direction. It wasn't until he was half way across a small bridge that he realized that it was starting to feel cold out. The suit was nice but it failed to keep him warm. No glory seeking punks were around so he kept walking as he thought up his next move.

 

His brain hurt and the exhaustion was getting to him now and he needed a safe place to crash. His mind wasn't working so he figured Nabiki's place. He stopped at the old dojo again and dug something up from under the tree he owed her and slung it on his shoulder. Another long walk with bad news at the end of it, later. Nabiki was screaming at some one and Ranma didn't feel like getting involved. She must have had a new boyfriend or something it didn't matter much to him, he just wanted a place to crash and he'd kill for it right now.

 

Ranma knocked on the door a couple times and waited. The screaming didn't stop and the two yelling inside seemed to get louder as Ranma hit the wood. Something about Nabiki calling the cops and how she was a whore and all that other stuff lovebirds tell each other was heard coming from some guy. Ranma knocked again, and for a moment the yelling stopped and then the guy said something about letting him go and then something broke and then he answered the door. “Who the fuck is you!”

 

Ranma looked at Nabiki's grammarless boyfriend and said. “Yo. Nabiki here?”

 

“No she ain't!”

 

“But I heard her voice.”

 

“I bet you did motherfucker! Are you her new fuck toy!? Are you the one fucking my woman!?”

 

“Possessive aren't ya?”

 

Nabiki's voice broke from behind him and she yelled out. “I'm not fucking any one you delusional asshole!”

 

The guy turned around and told Nabiki to shut up and that's when Ranma walked in. The guy immediately grabbed Ranma's nice new suit jacket and that's when it all came back to him. Ranma's instincts took over and they all told him to hurt this guy. Ranma grabbed the hand, twisted it around quickly and with an uppercut he hit the bottom of the guys elbow to bend and break in the wrong direction. The guy screamed and Ranma was dragging him out by the collar. He pulled him out into the street and pulled out his gun. “Since I haven't seen Nabiki yet, you're gonna live for now, but if she's black and blue when I do see her, I'm gonna use this on ya. If you're smart you'll start running now.” Ranma gave the guy a quick boot-stomp to the face and started walking back into Nabiki's place.

 

She was standing at the doorway with a fat lip and looked scared when she saw Ranma. It was odd but she opened her arms and hugged him when he was close. “Oh, my god I thought you were dead…”

 

“I feel like I've been dead. How've ya been?”

 

“Fucking horrible.”

 

“Tell me about it later. I seriously need to sleep.”

 

“Sure.” Nabiki kept her death grip on Ranma for a while before she finally gave him a couch and a few blankets.

 

 

It took him close to an hour to finally close his eyes and get a little sleep. It hadn't been long at all, but he was already seeing ghosts. Little shadows in the room that creped him out and kept him awake. He was savage against those fucks and most of them didn't deserve it, but those faces went away after some time. There were a couple faces in particular that always came back to him. It was his gang, the other three he worked with. They didn't scare him but it was the disappointed look in their eyes that he couldn't stand. He let them down before he could figure out they were screwed. Hikori couldn't get away in time, and Zero never stood a chance. Sheela… She should have been protected but as usual she protected him by luring the gun away, and he fucked it up when he brought it back towards him.

 

Ranma had grown so used to thing working out no matter what that he never thought about what would happen if it didn't. He came to a city he wasn't ready for and he should have taken every one's advice, even that bastard Ryouga. It wasn't the same Nerima anymore. No longer that peaceful, little hot spot for every last kung fu wing-nut all bringing milk and honey, but a place for bad guys with guns and poison. There's a time for fists and a time for guns. Ranma preached it but never followed through. From now on he wasn't going to take shit from anyone and nothing was going to slide. If killing them was in the agenda then they were all gonna die. He'd kill em' all and all for one reason. It wouldn't be for the people, it wure as hell wouldn't be for the city, to hell with the kids, no one was left to be saved, it wasn't for the good old memories, and defiantly not for the happy-go-lucky, happy, sunshine loving, dancing, singing, frolicking, tree hugging, flower picking, fuck sticks that were there before. It was gonna be all about the cold hard revenge for killing a cool chick and that was it.

 

 

He woke up two hours later to hear Nabiki step quietly into the room. She was mostly naked and standing over him. He opened his eyes for a better look and she didn't move. It was becoming clear that she was offering him something, but he couldn't help but feel impudent over the situation. “What are you doing?” He asked tiredly and unimpressed.

 

Her mouth jittered for a few seconds and she kneeled down beside him. “I want you Ranma…”

 

She leaned over for a kiss but he placed his hand on her face and pushed her back. “Can I have an honest answer please?”

 

She crossed her arms over her chest for a few seconds and a sniffling could be heard. A few stress related laughs made their way into her voice as she tried to talk. “Have you ever felt so trapped that you just didn't know what else to do, but give up?”

 

“Oddly, yes.”

 

She started to cry a little, and wanted to break down right there. “Don't you see what I've been doing…? I'm going around fucking any last guy so he can protect me… For gods sake every one thinks you're dead…”

 

Ranma thought about that for a second and asked. “Is it a good thing or a bad thing that I'm alive?”

 

Nabiki didn't answer the question right away. Instead she went onto something else while waving a shaky finger. “When I found out you were coming back, I knew. I knew that every thing was going to be ok again. I knew everything was going to work out. I knew you were going to fight some one and fix everything, but the day you `died' I gave up… Every one gave up… Ryouga just gave up before any of us.”

 

“So how do you feel now?”

 

“I don't know… I hate that. Not knowing what to do… I just want to touch you and make sure you're real. I need something solid to hold onto, to know it's there.”

 

Ranma knew that he could have just grabbed her and fucked the shit out of her right then and there. Easily could have gotten away with it and wake up with some good old morning wood with a hot little slim babe pressed up against him with memories of `last night'. But he just didn't feel like it. It felt awkward. “It doesn't mean ya have fuck me Nabiki. You're still looking for some one to watch out for you, but I'm telling you now that I'm not very good at it. I lost my fiancé you know?”

 

Nabiki sat silent for a few moments. “I know… We had two grave's made and put your names side by side… Akane was heart broken… Kasumi couldn't even bring herself to come, and dad…” Nabiki's voice trailed off and stopped mid-sentence.

 

Ranma rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up. “Tell me, I'm curious now.”

 

“I don't know what you did to dad, but he's got his life back on track. Kasumi said he got a job a week after you visited and he's not drinking anymore.” Nabiki let a few more sniffles come out. “That was the first ray of light. That's when we knew you were going to fix everything.”

 

“Who's `we'?”

 

Nabiki shook her head and again went onto something else. “I told you Ranma… You shouldn't have trusted any of us. Timmy had us all put up to selling you out. Some of the offers were almost unbelievable… But we did our best to hold out for you till you fixed it… But Ryouga just couldn't stand it.”

 

“Where is he?” Ranma was getting irritated and his bloodlust was coming back. “Where's he hiding?”

 

Nabiki let a sniffle come back and she wanted to grab Ranma, but she knew he wouldn't let her. “I don't know… He just ran away and got lost. After he shot you he was missing for almost three weeks, and he came again to check on Ukyo…”

 

Ranma had enough of Nabiki beating around the bush and grabbed her hair. “Where the fuck is he?”

 

She shrieked lightly and hit his hand. She backed away from him and stared for a few seconds. “Y-you're…”

 

Ranma stopped her before she could make a sentence and started talking himself. “Look I know you've got your little sob story, and guess what? I don't fucking care anymore. Every one's got their own teary eyed little tale about people fucking them over, but you know what? I still don't fucking care. If every one sold me out then tell me why I should bend over backwards for all you assholes?”

 

Nabiki sat their stunned and for once didn't know what to say. “I…”

 

“What? You gonna tell me something else now? How about you tell me about Akane next? Hit me in the soft spot. Let me guess first though. She was in a minimal detainment while agreeing to weed me out so Jasper could kill me. Oh, I've thought about this for a while Nabiki, but now that you've told me I can piece it together on my own. Newsflash bitch, I don't fucking care about you guys anymore, all I've got is myself because I'm the only one I can seem to trust anymore considering EVERY ONE'S FUCKING DEAD! I'm happy that Mr. Tendo got his life back on track, but it doesn't help me now does it? Every one's free from the evil clutches of Jasper because I died? Whoopty-fucking-do. I've got my own little sob story too ya know? But do you care?”

 

Again Nabiki couldn't say anything so she just waited for Ranma to go on. “No, I didn't think so Nabiki. Because you guys were so wrapped up in your own little crying games that you couldn't even figure out that you idiots were playing with my life twenty-four seven. I was actually some-what happy before Ryouga showed up at my door one day asking for help, and when I gave it to him he shot Sheela and then me! HOW IS THIS FUCKING FAIR NABIKI!? HOW THE FUCK IS THIS FAIR TO ME!?”

 

Ranma got up off the couch and started gathering his things. He kept ranting as he picked up his bits and pieces. “You know what fair is Nabiki? It's trust between friends and allies. Fair is when you do your friends no wrong.” He picked up the bag he dug up and dumped the cash out onto Nabiki's table. “That's yours from the job we pulled. It's yours because I've never done you any wrong and I'm keeping that closet clean. It's more then you've ever done for me. It's more then any of you have done for me. I'm fucking out of here.” He threw on his coat and left out the door.

 

After a few moments Nabiki got up and ran to the door still wearing only a pair of panties. She saw Ranma walking out into the street and yelled. “What happened to you!? I'll listen!”

 

Ranma saw that Nabiki's now ex-boyfriend was passed out in the street, most likely ignored by people thinking he was a drunk with the thought that he'd get up on his own. He'd probably blacked out from shock. He turned to her and yelled back. “You'll listen? Fucking perfect! This is what happened to me! First I was happy.” Ranma showed her a large grin that stretched across his face and then he pointed at Nabiki's ex. “Then I was thrown to the ground.” Then Ranma started kicking him in the face. “Then I was in a weak position and taken advantage of.” Then Ranma pulled out his gun. “Then I was shot five times by some gutless bitch!” And Ranma reenacted the scene by pumping five bullets into the ex, now very dead. “That's my story and I'm sticking to it! Bye bye ya selfish bitch! Tell all the back stabbers I said, hi!” He waved goodbye and left.

 

Nabiki screamed in frustration and slammed her door. When it was closed she pressed her back against it and slid to the ground with her head in her hands. “Why did you have to change…?” She asked it out loud but she already knew why. She also knew cops were gonna be banging on her door any time soon.

 

 

Ranma was back on the streets and he was more pissed then he was before. His blood was boiling and he was still tired. Every so often he'd hit something followed with a curse and he'd keep going on. At one point he found a homeless man and decided to beat the living hell out of him for no reason. It was cruel and the only thing that'd make him happy now was Ryouga's death. He was rested enough to look and he made his way to the one person that'd know where Ryouga was at that moment. Ranma just hoped he hadn't skipped town just yet.

 

Boris's strip club was still there and there didn't seem to be a change in ownership since he was last there. Ranma walked through the front doors and broke the bouncer's nose when he asked for some ID. After that it was smooth sailing straight into the back and through those memorable doors. So memorable that he broke one right off the hinges as he entered. “Holy shit! You're alive!”

 

Ranma didn't say too much at first, but he grabbed Boris's thinning hair and pulled him to the ground where he started punching and beating him with wild shots. “Where's Paul asshole!?”

 

“Jesus fuck man! Calm down! He's taking a leak!”

 

Ranma brought him to his feet with both hands and pushed him towards the broken door. “Then go and get him. I need a word with em'.”

 

“You got a fucking problem man! Hold on and don't hit any one!”

 

Ranma's face was turning bright red with anger so he pulled out his gun and shot into the roof. “Now!” His voice came out piercing the air and made Boris's ears hurt.

 

A couple seconds passed and Paul was being pushed into the room against his will. “Let me put me fucking dick away mate! Fucking hell!” Paul's eyes widened as he zipped up and he started struggling harder against Boris. “Oh, fuck! I told you e' was alive!”

 

Ranma walked up and pulled Paul by the ear. He spoke with that sadistic tone he'd been getting to know better lately. “Come here Pauly. I got a question for ya.”

 

“Ow! Fuck! Leggo!”

 

Ranma threw him onto the couch, pulled out his six-shooter, cocked back the hammer and asked one simple question. “Where is Ryouga Hibiki? And you only have one chance to answer me.”

 

Paul put up his hands above his wide eyes and knew Ranma wasn't fucking around. He kept his voice as calm as he could and spoke slowly. “He's not here and that's all I know mate. I swear me fucking life on it to. Please don't shoot me man.”

 

Ranma had heard the line before and for once he was starting to lower his piece. “Of coarse you don't…”

 

Paul kept his hands up and asked with his same calm. “Do you want to know where he was last? It was six weeks ago.”

 

Paul's calm rubbed off onto Ranma and he put his gun away. “Sure.”

 

“The last I urd' e' was in a run down farm house up in the ill's. Old Maggie's place I think. Awe fuck I forgot er' name but it's up past Cristo Drive along a dirt road any ways. E' hasn't been seen since. Are we cool man?”

 

Ranma nodded. “Yeah… We're cool.”

 

“Good, now yer gunna be thankful ya didn't shoot me mate, I've got sumthin' for ya.”

 

Ranma waited patiently. “And it is?”

 

“I urd' a rumor that you were still kickin' so I looked around. I couldn't find you but I found yur geeky little buddy. He's got a little electronics shop down on south main.”

 

Ranma nodded a couple times. “So Zero's alive…”

 

“E's in question though. Ya might want to keep clear for a while. Now please go before Timmy find's you ere'.”

 

Ranma turned around and got ready for another walk. “Timmy's dead Paul. I took his suit and threw his head through a window. You'll hear about it tomorrow I'm sure.”

 

“Oh, fuck me… You've made a terrible mistake my friend.”

 

“I'm sure I have.” Ranma smile for a second and thought, `Why the hell not?' “Hey Paul. I'm feelin' kinda drowsy. You got anything that can help me stay awake?”

 

“Coffee?”

 

“Maybe something with a little more umf.”

 

“I might.” Paul's glace stayed cautious as he tried to figure out if Ranma was actually asking him for what he thought he was asking him for. “We ave' a little somethin' that'll perk ya up, but…”

 

“I need something that'll make me feel fucking good and unstoppable. I need to stay awake.”

 

Paul slowly pulled out a little plastic baggy from out of the couch and in it was some white powder. “Yer' not pulling me chain are ya? I've got a little bit of nose candy right here if you want it.”

 

Ranma nabbed the little bag and waved at Paul. “What do I owe ya?”

 

“That's thanks for killin' Timmy. That shit'll take ya to heaven and back, but for fuck sakes don't do the whole bag in one go.”

 

“Generosity will be rewarded Paul. See you guys around.”

 

As Ranma was leaving Paul had to ask something. “Ey! I aven't seen your sister around.”

 

Ranma laughed as he walked out and threw the baggy in his pocket. “What sister?”

 

Both Paul and Boris became very confused in that moment. “Who was that then?”

 

Ranma left the question unanswered, stepped on the bouncer and stepped out of the club.

 

 

Ranma found a nice little crotch rocket just around the corner to he decided to take it. When he got the thing started he laid a line across the gas tank and inhaled. The coke powder coated his nostrils as well as the back of his throat and he couldn't help but cough up a lung, however after the disgusting feeling passed, it was replaced with a full-body orgasm and a godly feeling. The effects didn't take long and colors were becoming amazing to look at. He bobbed his head back and forward a couple of times taking in the unreal rush it'd given him. He started laughing as his pupils became bigger and he hit the gas. The back wheel of the bike started spinning leaving a nice black patch behind and ahead of it was Ranma screaming and laughing like a madman as he brought the bike up to 130 in the wrong lane. He started to pretend that the bike didn't have breaks and was on an adventure to see what cool things could slow him down. He let his feet drag on the ground and giggled at the bumping feeling it sent through his feet. For the first time in a while he was alive and feeling it across every inch of his body and right to the tips of his hair. He was the embodiment of electrified. He was heading for Old Maggie's farm for clues, but not before doing a few stupid things that felt like fun.

 

Incidentally after finding the highway and riding on the concrete divider he had a tail on him and it smelled like pork. Cops were closing in on him with lights flashing and this was a perfect opportunity for some fucked up shit. He started slowing down and pulled off onto the side of the road and the cops did the same, but before he was completely stopped he held the front brake down, hit the gas and pulled a quick 180 turn. He laughed as he let go of the brake and pulled up the front wheel heading straight for the cop car. In moments he was airborne of his new ramp and opened his arms wide to let the wind rush past him. He yelled with excitement as he closed he eyes and waited to land. The crawling feeling in his chest felt invigorating and the noise of the engine between his legs brought him higher then he'd ever felt before.

 

The motorcycle landed with a loud screech and once again he was speeding down the wrong side of the road playing chicken with ever car that he passed. After a while lights became lines and all he could hear was his steady breath. It echoed through his ears and he felt like an animal. With his speed he felt like a cheetah hunting after something wild like him. Tonight was his fucking night and he was going to raise hell and burn it back down into the ground. Every one was going to know he was alive after tonight and with that they would fear him. His mind started to wonder but the headlight coming right at him snapped him out of it and he took evasive maneuvers. He laid the bike on its side and just barely missed the tires of the semi passing him. He kicked himself back up and after fishtailing for a little bit he notice that his nice suit was ripped and his leg cut up. “Oh, I don't fucking think so!” Once again he pulled a 180 turn and started heading for the truck that almost hit him. As he got up to speed the police car that tried to pull him over was chasing after him on the other side of the barrier with lights flashing and all, but after he passed by the cop hit the brakes, which was a big mistake.

 

The police car started sliding and the determined cop driving the car was trying to turn around but high speeds don't help when others don't know how to dodge. The cop was first t-boned and then the pile up started. Each and almost every car in the area slammed on their brakes and started smashing into each other. Twisted metal and broken glass spread across the highway and two cops were in the center of it all. Good thing one was still breathing and had a working radio after pile up was done. “Ow…” The cop reached up at the dashboard and pulled down the speaker. “This is car 43, two officers down on highway 97. Send immediate back up, there's a damn lunatic ripping up and down the wrong sides of the road on a high performance motorcycle. He's caused a massive pile up of an estimated 32 vehicles. Send officers, medics, fire department and approach with extreme caution. I repeat code fucking red!” Ranma was about to have some of that real fun he was waiting for, but first he was going to have a word with a big old truck driving man.

 

Ranma balance on the seat of the bike with one foot and held the handles steady with another. He got close to the drivers side window and started yelling at the guy, while pointing at his leg. “Hey! Look what you made me do ya jerk! Hey! Are ya listening!?”

 

The driver gave him a funny look and flipped Ranma the bird. “How rude…” The driver started speeding up but Ranma had a plan. He sat back down and sped up ahead of the truck. When he was a good distance ahead he grabbed his gun and leaned back for the shot to the tires. Ranma made sure to repay the one finger salute and let a couple shots fly. Again speed failed to mix well with a sliding vehicle and a bunch of others that couldn't figure out how to stop. As Ranma looked back he could see fire starting behind him as well as a few people bailing out of their cars before they collided and he couldn't help but laugh. “I'm back! And I'm better then ever!” Ranma gave out a standard `rock on' gesture with his free hand and continued his run down the highway. “I FEEL FUCKING AMAZING!!!” And that's when he heard multiple sirens coming his way.

 

Ranma was playing follow the leader with a police squad coming his way. They were behind him and that feeling of being euphorically alive started bubbling and overflowed through out his entire body, as he knew what was to come. They closed in from behind meaning that a roadblock was being made up ahead. “WOOO HOOO!!! WOOO!!!! FUCKING!!!! HOOO!!!!” He could see it now! The spinning lights atop the roofs of the law enforcement. He wasn't going to slow down now. He was so close to the action he could practically taste it! He leaned down and got his head under the small windshield and for some reason the color green seemed out of this fucking world. His eyes started to blur as he raced across the stretch and as he came closer it he got more exciting.

 

The world around him must have slowed down just for him at that very moment. He saw little bolts of fire come out of the ends of some of their guns as well as a trail of smoke coming towards him being pulled by a small piece of lead coming right at him. He watched the bullets come and he swerved the bike with such pristine and timing that he may as well of reached out and grabbed them. The spinning lights became slow as well and it was no longer a flash from blue to red, but moments where everything was shaded red, and then shaded blue. He could watch everyone change color and smiled as he did so, and then it happened again. All the headlights and sirens started speeding up and soon they became nothing more then speeding lines of light passing him by at break-neck speeds. He was blind and feeling wild again. He felt utterly unstoppable. Instead of slowing down he sped up and risked the roadblock blind. Then time kept starting and stopping light photo's being taken in his head. Sometimes the photos would be blue and sometimes they would be red. In some of them bullets were close to him and in others they were far away. They started coming together quickly and made a choppy movie he felt he was watching. Then he saw stars like he was looking straight up at them and then he felt his body become weightless.

 

It was clear now; he was flying into space, to meet all those guys that went home! He was going to see Elvis and that guy that played Fonzy! And Jim Fucking Morrison! It was the greatest moment of his life; the only thing that he couldn't figure out though, was why his bike was further ahead of him in the lineup to space. He kept flipping like an acrobat into the night sky with the wind against his face, but then for some reason, gravity felt like kicking into overdrive and dragged him back to earth. “No! Elvis!” He watched the road come at him again but he was flying sideways. As he came closer to the pavement it suddenly disappeared and turned into a steep embankment with trees all around. “FU~CK!!!”

 

Most people would think falling through the trees would seem like a better thing then just outright hitting the ground however one must keep in mind that trees are not just soft loving leaves, but also composed of hateful sticks, branches, and other pointy things. Sort of like what was sticking out of Ranma's leg when he finally hit the ground. “AHHH!!!!” It took the gentle woo of a policeman on a megaphone to get Ranma to his feet and start limping away quickly.

 

 

If Ranma had at all been tired he defiantly wasn't at that point anymore. He was as high as a kite and doing his best to run through the woods away from anyone that may have been following. He forgot about police dogs, but at least it was something he wasn't worrying about right now. He kept trudging on as hard as he could, jumping logs and rolling under low branches, but then out of nowhere he just lost all of his energy. His eyes went wide and he fell flat on his face. He looked up and heard nothing. He was coming down again and he only knew one quick cure for it. “Fuck…” His pockets were empty. He'd dropped damn near everything in the fall including the duffle bag of guns he'd tied to the back of the bike. “Fuck…!” His coke was gone, must have fallen out on his pants pocket, not when he fell but when slid the bike on its side. The only things he had left now were a suit that'd been ripped to shit and a six-shooter with four rounds. Giving up slowly started to become an option. He was too weak to have anything left. He needed sleep again, and this time there were no excuses, but he couldn't sleep here in the mud. He had to get up and see how far he could go.

 

He eventually pushed himself up and felt all the pain he'd missed that night. He didn't even notice it at first but five of his stitches had blown and he was leaking gross fluids and covering his wounds in dirt. It was bleak now but he had to go on. Pain means nothing if you're gonna die, so he got to his feet and started stepping slowly forward. He could still hear his breath echoing in his ears and then his feet felt like a couple of cement blocks. He shuffled his feet forward and after ten minutes he saw flashlights coming towards him and a dog barking. He tried to run but he fell to his knees instead. The pain made it's way to his mouth and he had to let out a shout. It didn't help him any and soon cops were coming his way. He couldn't get up again; he was spent, and defeated. So there he waited on his knees in the mud for his definite arrest.

 

Five cops surrounded him and one whistled. “Whew… Boys look what we got here. It's the Kyoto Hurricane. And here I thought Willis was just some crackpot.”

 

Ranma swayed from side to side and said, “Just fucking cuff me…”

 

Another one spoke up and laughed. “Oh, man did you hear that? He thinks we're gonna cuff him. That's just wishful thinking for you asshole.”

 

One of them came over and booted Ranma in the face sending him to the ground. “This joker seems to think he's gonna get a nice cushy cell. He's way off!”

 

Another officer pulled out his gun and pointed it at Ranma. “We have orders my friend. From a very important man might I add?”

 

Ranma didn't even have to think about it long. They meant Jasper, and they had orders to kill Ranma. Ranma pushed himself onto his ass and looked at the officer with a smile and a bloody lip. “So Jasper's got the NDP on his side to… I should have guessed.”

 

“Yeah ya should have known bitch!” Another kick to the face but Ranma didn't hit the ground, he was able to stay up and balance himself.

 

Ranma shook his head and rolled his eyes. “You guys are fucking pathetic… Selling out like that… If you're gonna shoot me then fucking shoot me ya limp wrist son of bitch.”

 

A gun pressed against his head and Ranma was without fear. He didn't have the strength to lift his arms to defend himself, but it didn't matter though. Living was becoming overrated and depressing. Suicide by cop was a good way to go; at least you don't have to pull the trigger yourself. Then Ranma's eyes widened. What the fuck was he thinking? Shit! He was coming down from the drugs. It was fucking with his head, making him think stupid. Coming down was becoming more dangerous then being high itself and he'd just put a gun right against his head. `What the hell are you thinking!? Stop being such a fucking baby, you little bitch! They're gonna kill you!' Ranma's mind was racing and then he saw Sheela in his head. `Do it for her! Get the fuck up! You've got something left! Remember!?' Ranma's eyes turned wild as the officer gloated to his buddy's.

 

“Man! I'm about to do in the famous Kyoto Hurricane! Who wants to touch me?”

 

With a burst of raw adrenaline he lifted one arm and pushed the gun away, while with the other he balled it up into a fist and came up with a fierce jawbreaker. He took the gun that just fired two shots past his leg and shot another officer in the face. Ranma's bloodlust was back with a vengeance and he felt like going crazy. The other three were busy upholstering their guns but Ranma was already on fire with hell's flames. His martial arts came back to him, it'd been a while since he last used it, but it was back. He still had that sharp stick sticking out of his calf and he used it to pierce the head of the man he'd just given a round house to. Ranma twisted his leg to break the stick off in his head and came at number four with big solid two-punch combo. The first punch got the cop in the stomach and the second planted itself right on the side of his head making an instant knock out. As the cop fell Ranma pumped a bullet in his chest to make sure he died and then it was down to the last guy. He had his gun out, but Ranma was too quick for him. He tackled the cop to the ground and started to brutally head butt him to death.

 

After Ranma was done beating the meaty pulp with his forehead he rolled over onto his ass and gave all the bodies on the ground a courtesy shot just to make sure they were all dead. One gasped when he shot him so it was a good thing he checked. And then he was back where he began. He fell down face first into the mud and couldn't focus anymore. He was burnt out and had nothing left in him to give. They were dead, the dog ran away and all he needed to do was sleep off his exhaustion, too bad he heard some more barking in the distance. “I don't think I can do that again…”

 

Then something in the bushes caught his weary attention. It was small and stepped quietly towards him. Ranma tilted his head a little and got an eye on it. “Old man…”

 

The short stubby old man looked down at the bloody beaten Ranma and said. “My, my what have you been getting yourself into my boy?”

 

“Just help me old man.” Ranma's eyes turned glassy and slowly he closed his eyes. `Just fucking help me old man… I need to sleep.'

 

 

(POD - Boom : I noticed that my last couple of chapters were ended quickly and I'd like to apologize for that right now. I'm a little miffed at myself for doing that instead of taking my time and giving you something good. Any ways I'm going to do my best to not pull that bullshit anymore and I'm going to give all you readers something worth reading. I'd like to once again ask for you all to have fun and party hard. Every things going to be awesome no matter how cruel life may seem. P.S: JIM FUCKING MORRISON!)