Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Grand Theft Auto: Nerima ❯ Chainsaw Charlie ( Chapter 20 )

Chainsaw Charlie

 

 

Ranma grabbed Jerico just as she left the club and pulled him roughly towards the car she parked on the side of the street. “Huh? What's going on, are we in shit or something?”

 

“Have you ever heard of Chuck Palmer?”

 

Jerico looked back in his thoughts and said, “The name rings a bell, but-”

 

“Boris just told me Marci could be in danger.”

 

“Whoa whoa whoa! Bugsy's little girl? Where is she?”

 

“I don't know, but you're going to call Bugsy and I'm taking us to his ex-wife's place. Get on it.” Ranma tossed him a cell phone and Jerico started punching in numbers as Ranma floored it and pulled a quick twist in the street.

 

“Bugsy, it's Jerico. No shut the fuck up for a minute. Where's Marci?” Jerico waited as Bugsy told him that she should be at home. “Call there and see if any one's home. Ranma what was the name?”

 

“Chuck Palmer.”

 

“If no one answers look into someone named-” Jerico pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at Ranma with concern. “He hung up…”

 

“I don't blame him, hold onto your shit I'm going to start driving pretty fucking fast.” Ranma hit the gas down to the floor and started taking chances around corners and between lanes. Once she got the car outside the house she pulled the e-brake and just got out as the car came to a stop on it's own. Jerico got out after it slowed down a little for him and he ran behind Ranma.

 

Jerico ran through the already open front gate and up the walkway to see some bad news. “The door's been kicked open…” They ran in and there were bodies on the floor. A bunch of rent-a-cops laid dead with bullet holes in them and there bodies made a trail heading upstairs.

 

Ranma pulled out her gun and ran up. “Marci! You here! Answer me!” Ranma pushed open the door to her room to see bookshelves knocked over and dolls everywhere. “Marci! Jerico get the other rooms!”

 

They both made a quick search around the house, but no one was alive and Marci wasn't hiding anywhere. They ran back downstairs and that's when Ranma's phone rang. Jerico answered and said, “This better be important… No she ain't here.” Ranma could hear Bugsy's voice rip its way out of the speaker and across the room screaming and yelling bloody murder. “Bugsy calm the fuck down! Where are you?” Jerico looked at Ranma, “He's driving here now.”

 

Ranma snatched the phone out of his hand and said, “Bugsy listen to me. Do you know who Chuck Palmer is, or where he might be?”

 

On the other end it was clear throughout the room that Bugsy yelled, “Chuck Fucking Palmer!? Stay there!”

 

The call ended and Ranma put the phone away, but Jerico saw something they ran past before. It was a note on the coffee table saying `play' with a tape recorder on top of it. Jerico picked it up and hit the button to turn the gears. The message started with a distorted squeal at the beginning and the quality was horrid.

 

The voice of a man that sounded like his throat was full of phlegm started talking away with a sort of egotistical half giggle in his speech. `Hello Bugsy. This is Chuck, you're worst fuckin' nightmare. Word has it you pissed off Jasper, and you know what that means… I get to play with your daughter. Don't worry though Bugsy.' The voice started laughing with the short jittery breaths of a man that'd done some horrible things in his time and really got off on it. `I'm gonna be real gentle with this one. My god… what a sexy little angel she is. I was never told how pretty she was. Her and I are gonna play doctor and after that who knows. You wouldn't believe the things I can do without killing someone. I had this one lady going for almost two weeks once. Awake, kickin' and screamin', until there wasn't anything left to cut out, but her fucking heart. I'm gonna level with ya Bugsy. It's not the cutting that gets me off; it's what I do with the little pieces later that really turns my crank. You should see it. It's fuckin' beautiful. Maybe I'll mail her back to ya one of these days. So say goodbye to your dad kid, you're my little Barbie now.' Something was heard being knocked over and a struggle was heard with Chuck yelling, `Get over here!' and ended with Marci's voice coming out of cries. `Papa! Papa!'

 

 

Ranma stepped back and with a scream she kicked the table into the air and seven feet across the room. “Sick son of bitch! Jerico! You stay here and wait for Bugsy. I've got my phone with me and I'm going to be making some calls. Make sure Bugsy thinks with his head, alright!?”

 

“Yeah, just go.”

 

Ranma bolted back into the car and called up Willis on his home phone. His wife answered and Ranma ordered her to get him immediately. Willis came on the line sounding confused. “Willis! It's Ranma listen. What do you know about Chuck Palmer?”

 

Willis scratched his head and thought back. “Chuck… Chuck Palmer! Came here from the US and has been in hiding ever since. Uhh… He's on the most wanted list for uhh… Christ, I can't- what do you want with Chuck Palmer?”

 

“He's got Bugsy's kid and he left him a really fucked up message. Where can I find this guy? What does he do? Where might I find him? Anything.”

 

“H-he's got another victim!? His file is at the station, but technically I'm not a cop right now, so-”

 

“Then be a fucking cop. I'm heading to your place, so get ready.” Ranma hit a back ally she'd seen before and burst down it like a bat out of hell. Boxes and trashcans hit the hood and bounced off the windshield until Ranma hit the streets again sliding around the corner and almost nailing another car. Once again Ranma pulled the e-brake and left the car right in the middle of the road as she got out in front of the Detective's house.

 

He opened the door while getting his coat on and ran to Ranma with an utterly pissed look on his face. “I just called the station and asked about the case, but I should have known.”

 

“Known what?”

 

He waved Ranma towards his car and this time he was going to be driving. “They've got dirty cops all over his case, that's why he hasn't been caught yet. I called up the station on an emergency line, but they just told me an anonymous tip wasn't going to be enough.”

 

“Did you drop my name?”

 

“Yeah, they said it was just someone playing a prank. We take anonymous tips all the fucking time!” He hit the steering wheel hard with his fist and started heading for the station. “I don't know how we're gonna get those files, but I've seen you pull off miracles before.”

 

Ranma checked her ammo count and slid the clip back into her gun. “Just tell me where to go and who I should shoot.”

 

“If you pull your piece in there you won't be coming out. I know we don't have time, but we need those files without fail. Chuck is said to work quick unless it's a special victim, so you're going to have to work quick too. If they see me they'll know I'm up to something. I don't know why you dress up like a woman, and quite frankly I don't care, but it's going to be our saving trump card.” He tossed his pager into Ranma's lap and asked for her phone. “I'll send you messages on where to go and where you can get yourself a disguise.” Willis pulled the car up across the street and put it in park. “Hurry up, ok.”

 

“Don't need to tell me twice.”

 

 

Marci looked up to see rusty pipes and dirty walls covered with mildew in the boiler room she was tied down in. A light on the ceiling hung loosely from its cord and swung slowly to the breeze coming in from the vents. The yellow light crept back and forth coming to her legs and wondering off into the dark room. Her heart started beating as she heard the stray drops of water hit a black puddle somewhere close by. The place stunk like motor oil and something else that made her sick.

 

Something from across the room was heard skittering across the pavement with little clicks and clacks coming from clawed feet. She started shaking wanting to call out for her papa, but the feeling of worms crawling through her gut and pulling steel hooks behind them put a gag in her speech. Her heart kept racing and the breathing through her nose became jagged until something made her hold her breath.

 

The sound of a metal door creaked open and a line of light pooled in through the doorway. A large shadowy man walked through pulling a rattling cart behind him and the darkness filled the gap when the door closed. The rattle came close to her and stopped just before the light of the swaying lamp. Sharp metal things started scrapping against each other and the man started humming to himself. Marci started to shake hard with tears forming in her eyes. The man stopped when he heard her sniff and spoke with a menacing tone. “You afraid little girl? You shouldn't be… A beautiful little angel like you doesn't deserve to cry. We're gonna have tons of fun, I promise. You like nursery rhymes…? I love them.” He let out a laugh and started singing a little off key with bouncy words. “Half a pound of tuppany rice, half a pound of treacle, that's the way the money goes, pop goes the weasel. You like it?”

 

The tune made her skin feel clammy and the pit of her stomach bubble in disgust. “W-where's m-my papa…?”

 

The man stepped into the light enough to show his ripped jeans, dirty grease stained beater, and hairy arms. The scars on his skin and thick strands of thread were all evidence of self-mutilation. His arms held scabs filled with pus like infection and the fresh cuts going down his forearms told what he must have been doing only moments ago. When the light swayed across his face it briefly revealed a fat smiling man with a face too small for his own head. His eyes were close together with a pushed up nose and thick outstanding lips, in which his bottom one was bloody with trails dripping off his chin from chewing on it. “You're papa's far far away. It's just you and me. We-We get to play and have fun together!” His chuckles became high pitched as he became excited and started touching his crotch. “Y-You want to watch me build a fort? We can put all my toys in it!”

 

“…No…” Marci looked away and closed her eyes trying to forget his staring red eyes.

 

 

Ranma walked out of the station with a fast step, now looking like a man with a uniform on and a stack of papers under his arm. A couple of cops stepped out to stop him, but he was out and home free, so without a second though pulled out his gun and got them both in the legs. He ran to Willis's car and got in. “Drive!”

 

Willis gunned it out of there and Ranma started flipping through the pages. Willis reached over and grabbed the papers he knew would be important and started skimming through them as he took corners and parked in someone's drive way. Soon some cop cars with flashers went by and Willis hit his steering wheel again. “Jesus Christ… No goddamn locations…”

 

“Well you are a detective. Figure it out!” Ranma was growing impatient and started looking at some highlighted areas. “It says here he likes to cut them up, nothing new there. Where were all his other crime scenes?”

 

Willis went through the papers. “Uhh…” He found some highlighted areas as well and said, “Basements. One was in a museum… Another in a storage area of a lumber mill… and…” He picked through some more papers and said, “His latest scene was here in Japan at an old abandoned home out in the middle of nowhere.”

 

“What's the pattern?”

 

“A public place, a work area, and an old house. The only connection is that they were all in a basement of some kind that wasn't really checked on by anybody.”

 

Ranma kicked the dashboard and yelled, “Fuck! That could be fucking anywhere!”

 

“It's our first lead kid. All his other sites were in the US so give me a minute to make a call.” Ranma started rubbing his head in frustration and did the last thing he wanted to do. He waited. Willis started hitting more buttons then normal, it was an international call. Willis started giving information to an operator such as his badge number and whatnot, and finally he asked the operator to put a man on the line. “Detective Norman Hamilton.”

 

“He can help us?”

 

“He was my partner when I was working in Manhattan. It's been a while, but I'm sure he'll help an old friend.”

 

“Is he clean?”

 

“The straightest arrow I've ever met. It's too bad really…” Willis went quiet for a few seconds and the low tone of a voice came onto the line. “Norm? Hey, it's me Wally.” Willis let out a quick laugh but hurried it up. “Yeah, I'm doing good, but no time for formalities. I'm in a tight squeeze and need some help right now.” Willis sighed. “Yeah, I know it's late there, but this is about Chuck Palmer. I'm stuck on his trail and need to know-” Willis was cut off and he started looking confused. “What do you mean…?” Ranma looked at Willis with a raised eyebrow, but Willis went back to talking. “I can't explain it then. Please, just pull up his file for me I know he's here… Ok, I'll wait…”

”What's wrong?”

 

Willis put his hand over the speaker and said, “Chuck Palmer was sent to Texas and got an express seat on death row. Apparently he was executed six months ago, but we've had the case on our shelves for over eight.”

 

Ranma looked annoyed. “Well what does that mean?”

 

“It means that our paperwork doesn't match up. In the US, he was sent to prison a year ago and put in the front of the line to be executed, but at the same time he's been here causing only god knows what.”

 

“That doesn't make any sense… Who the hell would take an electric chair for him?”

 

Willis looked down at the paper work again and finally came out with, “He could be a copy cat killer…”

 

Ranma looked out the window and the cogs started turning, “Or they executed the copy cat…”

 

Willis was brought back onto the line. “Hey… No I don't have a fax, just read out anything you see on his crime scenes. We need to know where to look… Damn right it's urgent.”

 

 

The man with sickly, yellowish, dead looking skin sat on a chair across from Marci, just starting at her. He'd been doing it for the past ten minutes and she was starting to feel violated with the way he looked at her. If she hadn't of watched him unfold a chair and sit in it, she could have sworn he was a mannequin. His eyes never left her; they just kept looking directly into her little blue eyes. “You know what little girl? I can do magic tricks. You want to see a magic trick?”

 

Marci shook her head scared and broke eye contact with him. The man got out of his chair and got right into her face with his rank hot breath. “What's wrong little girl? You don't like me? I like you. I want to be your friend and tell you all my secrets. I want to tell you about all my little perversions that get me off. I want to tell you about the time I shot a rock of cocaine right into my cock and fucked the shit out of this bitch I killed. God I love cold women… Hey… I've got a doggy… Wanna pet my doggy…?” His eyes had gone crazed and he was still picking at his crotch through his pants.

 

Marci kicked him in the face and screamed, “NO!”

 

His lip was made bloody, but he just smiled at her as he pushed the blood around in his mouth. “C'mon, it's a real nice doggy. I promise it won't bite.” His belt started coming off and Marci just went into a crazed panic of kicking and screaming.

 

 

Willis finished writing down on a note pad and was now off the line. “All his crime scenes had one thing in common. They all had a boiler room and they were either abandoned, or temporarily shut down places.”

 

Ranma shook his head in irritation and hit the dashboard again. “It still doesn't fucking help us. That's a wide fucking range.”

 

“Think that all you want, but boilers aren't all that popular around here and are only really used in apartment blocks.”

 

“Still-” Ranma's phone went off and he answered it quickly. “Yo.”

 

Jerry's voice came out the other end and he was irate. “You better have fucking found Marci!”

 

“We're looking and we need to move quick. We've narrowed it down to boiler rooms, and abandoned buildings.”

 

“That's not a shit load of help you god damn retard!”

 

“Deal with it, it's the best we've got, now start looking.” Ranma hung up and rubbed his head. “There's got to be a better way to do this then just go door to door to every fucking place with a boiler room.”

 

Willis passed him a look and asked, “Have you got connections deep underground?”

 

“Hell yeah. What do you suggest?”

 

Willis thought for a moment. “A shit load of crooks and a reward.”

 

Ranma didn't even wait to think about it, he just called up Bugsy and after a few rings, Bugsy answered. “What!?”

 

“It's Ranma.”

 

“Have you found her!?”

 

“No, look I need you to do something and do it fast. Go to the Casino, drop all our business lines and redirect them to a private emergency line. After that call every last lowlife, big time, I don't fucking care what kind of crook and send out a five million dollar reward for any one that comes to us with successful info on Chuck Palmer's whereabouts. Something's bound to come up and if the location given doesn't have a boiler room and is abandoned then ignore it.”

 

“But!”

 

“Bugsy, shut the fuck up and do as I tell you. Our best bet is a location with these qualities. This is the best I can do for you right now. Every time something comes up call all of us looking for her and tell us where to go. Got it?”

 

“Y-yeah! The first place you should check is the Furikan High school. They've been closed for a week and have a boiler.”

 

“Good, we'll go there first.” Ranma hung up and waved the detective forward. “The high school. Let's go.”

 

 

The sun was setting outside, but Marci couldn't tell. The room was completely cut off from the outside and the only thing to comfort her was a man on the ground screaming like a baby. “Why won't you pet the fucking doggy!? Why don't you like me you little fucking bitch!?” The man got up with his belt wrapped around his fist and gave Marci a stern fist across the face. She fell over on her side and stared crying hard. The braces in her mouth cut her lips and cheek like razors and fire inside her, but she didn't have enough time to think about it or comfort herself. The large hairy man just got on top of her and started wailing on her with his belt. It struck her across the face relentlessly leaving deep cuts and bruises in its wake. Guiding it was a crazed lunatic screaming in her face every time he struck. “WHY WON'T YOU PET THE FUCKING DOGGY!? WHAT FUCK'S WRONG WITH YOU!? I'LL BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YA AND RAPE YA IF I HAVE TO YOU DUMB LITTLE WHORE! JUST PET THE FUCKING DOGGY!”

 

Marci was getting ready to pass out, but the thing that kept her awake was knowing what the man would do to her if she did, so she took it and held on the best she could with the back of her head hitting the cold concrete floor. The man stopped beating her and got up to do something, giving Marci a short amount of time to collect herself and cry some more. Blood started drooling out of her mouth, but she sat up and buried her head between her legs to dry her tears, but without hearing the man coming back, something really cold and wet poured over her. It was the smell of gasoline and it made her dizzy. “Want me to light you on fire! Huh!? Is that what it's going to take!” He kicked her over with a dirty boot to her ribs and pulled out a lighter. “ANSWER ME!”

 

All she wanted to do now was pass out, but the screaming in the back of her brain and the fire she felt in her cuts kept her awake with her eyes rolling back in their sockets as she shook violently trying to get that cold feeling off of her skin.

 

 

It was dark out now and Ranma slammed the door behind him as he left an old rundown office building. “We aren't getting fucking anywhere with this bullshit! That's five places we've checked and no word from the others!”

 

Willis grabbed Ranma and shoved him back into the car. “And we aren't going to find that little girl if you keep bitching! We have to keep moving or else we're screwed!” Willis planted his ass back into the drivers seat and gunned it towards the next location. “You fucking kids give up too fast.” Willis suddenly clutched the steering wheel hard and let out a quick shout of pain while he grabbed his chest. “Fuck…”

 

“What the hell's with you?”

 

Willis breathed heavy for a few moments and kept driving straight. “Sorry kid… Just got too excited…”

 

Ranma looked at Willis hard and then down at his hands. “I'm not giving up… I just feel so fucking responsible for her… God only knows what that freak is-”

 

“Don't talk like that till you know for sure. Don't you dare talk like that. You said he was going to take his time with her, so there's still hope. With five million up for grabs there's bound to be-” Ranma's phone rang and he picked up before Willis could finish his speech.

 

“What is it?”

 

Jerry was on the line again and he sounded odd. “I think I found him…”

 

“Where!?”

 

“My old hideout at the docks… It smells like death in this joint… Your buddy Paul tipped me off. Its… Listen, I called Bugsy as well so, just get over here, this place reeks of bodies…”

 

“I'll be there right away! He's dangerous, so just wait till we get there!”

 

“Like hell I will. If you want to help then move your ass Ranma.”

 

Ranma hung up the phone and made Willis pull over. “We've got a lead, I'll take us I know a shortcut!”

 

“About fucking time you stopped bitching kid.”

 

 

The man was sitting on Marci's chest stroking her hair softly. “I'm sorry little girl… I didn't mean to get mad like that… I just wanted you to pet the doggy, is that so much to ask?” Marci was on the ground alive, breathing, and awake, but covered in blood from the abuse dealt to her. Her braces held her teeth in well, but at this point it would have been better if they were all just knocked out. She still smelt of gasoline and felt cold except for the burning cuts she had. “Are you going to pet the doggy now…?”

 

Marci heard the question and with the rest of her strength tried to spit in his face, but it only made it to his shirt. “Bad little girls get punished…” He pulled out a sharp little knife and held her face tight enough to bring her jaw to the breaking point. He held her face still and slid the blade across her cheek and about half way across she squealed loudly and started kicking her feet. “When little girls are bad it makes me just want to split my knuckles across their pretty little faces!” He dropped the knife and decked her again, but when he pulled back for another swing someone grabbed his arm and smashed the side of his head with something hard. He rolled off holding his head and Jerry was on top of him swinging hard with the fury of hell in her fists.

 

Though Jerry looked like a woman, he fought like a man with a barbaric rage and hard hits. “Son of bitch mother fucker! I'll fucking kill ya!” Jerry came down again and again with the butt of her gun against Chuck's face until all he could do was roll away and start crawling fast for his cart. Again Jerry was on top of him and his face slammed against the cart knocking it over along with all its supplies. Chuck managed to stick her in the arm with something sharp and rusty, but she didn't bother taking it out, she just rammed her gun into his eye socket and yelled. “Die asshole!”

 

Before she could pull the trigger Chuck's hand came up, flipped on the safety and started pushing it back against her arms. His other hand came up and wrapped around her throat, but she was on a mission of murder. After the pushing contest ended Jerry got thrown back and Chuck came at her with the gun. “I love it when a bitch plays rough…” He shot her in the arm and reached down on the ground for something special. Jerry was on the ground cradling her arm, but Chuck ended that with a solid deck across the face and a long thick needle to the neck.

 

Jerry gasped and her body tensed as she felt a foreign fluid enter her blood. Her feet started feeling light and her head dizzy until she slumped over with glassy eyes and a numb body. Her head rolled without feeling and she saw Chuck holding her chin and smiling down at her. “Have you got friends coming? I bet you do. I guess I better decorate ya for the occasion.” His small face now bloody opened his mouth wide to let out a sick coughing laugh. Jerry's head slumped to the side and she watched the light above swaying slowly as she was dragged close to Marci.

 

When Jerry was tossed beside Marci, the little girl leaned and fell onto Jerry's chest and held her shoulders tight. “Aunt Jerry… Don't die… Papa's coming…” Tears fell from her eyes and Jerry heard the voice echo though her head like a bad hangover, but she could barely move her eyes, let alone a hand to comfort the child. The next thing she heard was a loud hissing sound of a boiler starting up and then she saw the ceiling move again, with Marci's voice screaming.

 

 

Ranma pulled up beside Jerry's car and pulled out his gun. “She wasn't kidding… This place smells fucking horrible.”

 

Willis pulled out his piece and got out. “Be careful kid, I've got a bad feeling.”

 

“Who doesn't?” The door was left open and Ranma let himself in. The sound of a large machine turning huge cogs was heard across the warehouse and with it came a rumble that made the bodies hanging off the ceiling swing back and forth from their hooks. “Jesus fuck!”

Willis looked up above the lights the see the shadowy corpses swinging in place and he covered his mouth. “Safety off Ranma… We've got the place all right…”

 

Willis tossed Ranma a flashlight to see into the dark, but he started to wish he hadn't. Ranma saw flowerpots set up on wooden tables with hands and other limps sticking out of them. Most had strings coming off the fingers and toes bending the bones and warping them like bonsai trees of rotting flesh. The corpse of a woman was set on a platform with metal rods coming out of her joints and holding her in place like a ballet dancer. Her skin seemed to move on its own, but it was the maggots eating her from the inside out that gave the illusion. Writing on the walls were all etched in blood stating that god was dead and hell was on earth in the manifestation of what the two saw before them. Ranma went to his knees and threw up on the ground where he started breathing hard with a beating heart.

 

Willis handed him his handkerchief and got him back to his feet. “Remember the girl Ranma. Don't look at these things. Get up and do it for her.”

 

Ranma wiped his mouth with a nod and started stepping deeper into the nightmare. Big black disease infested flies buzzed around in areas Ranma didn't want to look in until he saw a doorway leading down to a boiler room in the basement. He opened the door and the sound of the large machine downstairs got louder and louder. Willis grabbed his chest again and kneeled down with that same quick shriek of pain. Ranma looked down the stairwell into the darks and said, “Don't worry old man. I'll go on ahead, make sure he doesn't come up if he gets away from me.”

 

Willis shook off the pain and got back to his feet. “Shut up kid… You're not going down there alone…”

 

Ranma patted Willis on the back and said, “…I was hoping you'd say that. Let's go…”

 

 

Ranma pointed his flashlight down the winding stairs stepping softly on the rusty metal floor. He passed by a small window that showed nothing outside, but the sound of waves could be heard over the creeping contraption downstairs. Willis followed behind him with his flashlight pointing up the way they came to make sure no one was following them. With each step towards the only rusted door in the hallway Ranma's heart pick up in pace and his hands started to shiver. He kept his presence quiet and with a brave hand he creaked the door open slowly and peeked in through the crack he made. A single light was lit in the room swaying back and forth slowly with the boiler roaring steaming hell. Ranma pushed Willis back gently and gave him a signal to wait a second. Ranma opened the door some more and started shining the light all around across the walls. He stopped when he saw Marci laying there twitching on the ground and with a careful step he went to her and rolled her over.

 

She was black and blue all over with cuts and her eyes couldn't seem to focus that well. Her little arm made an attempt to reach up for him but it fell back to her chest and she turned her head to the side. “…Aunt… Jerry…”

 

Ranma tilted his flashlight up to the fence around the boiler to see Jerry hanging there wrapped in barbed wire with her arms stretched out and a vacant look in her eyes. Her normal gray suit was now ripped to shreds and her shirt was wide-open showing cuts all over her stomach and chest. Ranma waved Willis in and started taking a look at Jerry. She was still alive but her mind was somewhere far away. “Jerry. Hey!”

 

Willis took care of Marci and started checking for good signs, but there weren't too many. She was getting cold to the touch and trembling where she laid. “I think she'll pull through, but-” A gun shot went off and a spray of blood shot out of his chest. He went down screaming and when Ranma finished turning he saw a man hiding behind the door with a gun in his hand and a chainsaw in the other. His smile was crazed and filled with blood, but what Ranma realized right away was that Chuck wasn't aiming for him, but down low at Marci.

 

 

Ranma went down and covered her and that's when that familiar feeling hit him. A bullet tore through his body and sat lodged and boiling inside him. Ranma tried to pull up his gun in retaliation, but Chuck sent a bullet through his shoulder and with a run he kicked the pistol out of his hand. Chuck pulled the cord and started the motor on the saw and gave it a few revs for kicks. Chuck laughed hysterically and held the saw above his head bringing the buzz saw to full throttle above Ranma's head. “Time ta slice n' dice!”

 

Willis slid his gun towards Ranma with a pained expression and with a fluent motion Ranma swiped it up with his left hand and got ready for a shot, but the chainsaw was already coming down upon him. Ranma moved his finger from the trigger and the spinning chain caught it between the barrel and the grip sending sparks flying off it. Chuck was strong and he pushed hard against Ranma bringing the saw closer to Ranma's shoulder. The smile on his blood smeared face told Ranma that he was going to cut him to pieces and probably jack off on the dismemberments. The spinning fury crept closer and closer until Ranma had to look away from his flesh starting fly away on its own.

 

He screamed as Chuck started carving into him with the ripping teeth, but the weight of the chainsaw became lighter as he felt a helping hand come his way. He was laying over Marci, but she pushed against Ranma's hands only half an inch away from the roaring death dealer and she was pushing with all she had left. Ranma knew that if Chuck made it through his shoulder then Marci would be the next thing to go through, so he muscled up and pushed back with her.

 

The gun in his hand started heating up, but the saw started to get away from him and as he pushed he took a quick look at his shoulder. The teeth didn't rip down too far; it just took off the skin and tossed the small chunks all along Chuck's hairy arms. Blood pooled into the empty area quickly and also overflowed staining his shirt a nasty red. Chuck put all his weight onto the blade this time and it started coming down again slowly. Ranma just didn't have enough to push harder, but thankfully Willis jumped onto Chuck's back and started pulling him back. The saw went away and Ranma was free, but Willis was tossed aside before he could do any good and got a shot in the leg and when he went down the gun went to his head. Willis's eyes went wide as the gun clicked and pulled back. Willis's head shook not believing that the gun was out of ammo and just sat there scared with sweat on his forehead feeling his heart getting ready to explode.

 

Ranma tried to take a shot at Chuck, but his gun was ruined and only good for throwing. He got off Marci and made a dash for Chuck to start swinging wild. The chainsaw revved up again and it swung out. Ranma just barely misses it, but it managed to take off a small chunk just under his eye. He fell over and started crawling backwards on his hands and feet to get away.

 

Chuck came at him again and again hitting the floor and walls leaving painful screeches echoing through the room across the sound of the raging boiler. Chuck led Ranma into a corner and pointed the puttering chainsaw at him. “All I wanted was for her to suck my dick, but you…” Chuck's smile became broad and crazed. “I'm gonna cut off yer arms n' legs and leave ya alive so you can watch me rape the living piss out of those two dykes! We're all gonna have a blast man and you're invited! Maybe I can dig up your girlfriend, drill a few new holes in her corpse and skull fuck the shit out of her. How would ya like that?”

 

Ranma's blood started to boil and he felt his hand touch something sharp and already covered in blood. The spinning saw came at him with a squealing scream down to Ranma and just as it came close Ranma pushed against the wall with his hands and slid underneath Chuck to sent that sharp thing right into his fucking nuts. Chuck screamed and fell back against the floor dropping the saw to pull the thing out. Ranma scrambled to his feet picking up the empty gun Chuck had dropped. He unloaded the clip from his fucked gun and put it into Jerry's empty one. The clip locked in tight and secure and Ranma pointed down at Chuck. Without wasting another moment he took out Chuck's arms and a piece of his ear. Ranma stared down at Chuck with a red face of pure hatred and anger and slowly reached down to pick up Chuck's chainsaw. His eyes stayed locked on the man and he placed a hand on the starter cord. “You baby raping…” He pulled the cord, but the two-stroke death dealer only puttered and stalled. “Sodomizing…” Another pull but it stalled again. “SACK OF SHIT!” With one last hard pull the Chainsaw roared to life once again and Ranma bared his teeth like an angry dog, growling and spitting with a shaking face getting ready to tear the man apart.

 

Chuck scurried away and put up a hand with a look of fright on his face. “N-no! I-I'm sick! Please! I… I can't help myself, I swear! I-I-I need medicine!”

 

Ranma scowled at Chuck and gave the throttle a few quick pulls. He stepped slowly towards Chuck with hells fury flaming in his eyes. “Don't worry Chuck. I've got your medicine right here!”

 

Ranma opened up the gas and turned the blade into a spinning carousel of blood slinging mayhem. Willis crawled over to Marci and cover her up, especially her eyes. “Don't look… Don't listen… Cover your eyes and don't look…” Ranma ran and lunged at Chuck just as he got up to run, but Ranma sent the blade cutting into his stomach and spinning out the back right next to his spine spraying Ranma with blood, bone and sinew. Chuck kept screaming violently and with his mouth wide-open Ranma reached out and grabbed the bottom of his jaw and started pulling and twisting with everything he had.

 

Chuck's jaw gave off a snap and tears of pain came out of him through his cries until Ranma's hand started pulling the jaw right off Chuck's head. Long stands of meat pulled and snapped with Ranma's final heave and they both screamed, one with rage and the other with fear. “How do ya like it asshole!? It's about to get a hell of lot worse!” Ranma tossed the jaw away, started up the saw again sending Chuck's guts across the floor, but before Chuck died from the disembowelment, Ranma rammed the gun against the roof of Chuck's mouth and blew out the back of his head with a single bullet and a hate filled smile on his face.

 

 

Ranma let go and the body hit the floor with the chainsaw still in it. Ranma fell back exhausted from his wounds and murderous outburst. He leaned himself against the wall and started to shiver from the adrenaline. After a while he realized he was the only on conscious, because he was the only one that heard Bugsy burst through the door with his gun out ready to kill. “Marci! MARCI!”

 

Ranma started feeling sleepy, but he looked up at Bugsy with lazy eyes and pointed. “Over there… She's… She's all right… Help them…”

 

Ranma watched Bugsy run over to where Marci laid out cold and his eyes started to water. “Baby girl! It's papa! Answer me!”

 

He managed to shake her awake and her entire body vibrated. “…P-Papa…”

 

He wrapped his arms around her tight and picked her up with the feel of fire in his eyes. “Papa's here baby girl… Papa's here…” He turned quickly to Ranma who was smiling. “Is he here!?”

 

Ranma's smile came to him through victory and he started dozing off. “No… I got em' Bugsy… I got em' real good…” He pointed his head at the pile of blood and bones and after that his eyes became heavy causing him to fall to his side and give a small laugh with the last of his strength. “I killed that bastard good…”

 

Bugsy looked down at Willis with the gunshot wound, but still breathing and then at Jerry hanging from the barbed wire. He pulled out his phone and called some one very important. “Jerico! Get as many people as you can here now! Chuck's dead, but every one… Oh god…” Bugsy's eyes burned and he had to wipe his face. “ They need help! Hurry!” Bugsy put Marci down beside Ranma and started working frantically at getting Jerry down. “Don't you dare die on me Jerry! Don't you dare!”

 

 

(Wasp - Chainsaw Charlie: Well that was my Halloween special. Not much without demons and monsters, but this should do. Happy Halloween everyone and remember to keep the spirit alive, it seems to have been slipping away from us lately.)