Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Grand Theft Auto: Nerima ❯ Mean Machine ( Chapter 32 )

Mean Machine

(Sugar Ray - Mean Machine)

 

It's hard to look at anything else when flaming chopper is coming at you and you've pretty much accepted death. However the sense of extreme vertigo still has the power to draw you towards it even if it's only slightly. Three and a half hairs on the top of Jerry's head fell victim to the burning twisting wreckage as it passed over her by fragmented millimeters. It crashed and slid along the roof in a scraping squeal as all of the metal bent and contorted in ways it was never meant to and in truth Jerry still hadn't quite grasped the fact that it had missed and she was alive.

 

It took a long, well earned look over her shoulder to see the smoldering wreckage behind her and after a moment she started feeling really pleased with herself again. The smile, though it was faint, came back across her face and it was time for a victory cigarette. She pulled the pack out of her signature three-button men's sports jacket, now tattered far beyond repair and lit a match for the sweet taste of tobacco to hit her lungs. It was relief beyond words and the world seemed to feel slightly better. She tossed the match and took in another deep breath, but then something funny happened. The match she threw landed only a few feet to her right, but when it touched the ground a thin trail of flame ignited. Her eyes followed the shooting flamed to where they lead to, which just so happened to be the fuel tank that was miraculously only slightly scathed in the crash, and all of a sudden she started to wish with that she'd never started smoking all those years ago.

 

A hot and heavy blast lifted her body away from its spot on the ground and soon she saw the edge of the building coming closer and closer to her. An infinite number of thoughts went through her head, but the only on she heard said that her luck had finally run out and that it was time to fall a very long way down. For a brief moment it didn't matter, her job was done and her part was over, there was no room left for her in this town, but then she saw it, her reason to live. She saw something she hadn't thought possible. A pair of hands clasped firmly on the edge of the two-foot tall cement railing that went around the entire roof. Then she saw those familiar yellow eyes she'd seen long ago drawing closer to her and looking though her. A wave of sudden realization rushed through her the instant she saw him. He had turned the chopper to jump onto the building while Jerry had fired the rocket. He just under jumped it.

 

She could never explain how it happened, nor could she recollect ever thinking about doing it, but with a single outstretched hand she'd caught onto the edge of the building just as Jasper had and it was by the tips of her fingers that she held on for dear life. Her velocity swung her back against the hard wall like a pendulum and for a moment it felt as though her arm was going to rip clean from its socket. The aching pain was everywhere in her body and it came from no particular source. A quick glance down showed her the city streets far below filling up with stopped cars and onlookers and for a brief moment it felt like it would just be easier to let go and give them all a show, but then she looked over at Jasper who was only a few feet away looking slightly surprised, but pulling himself up nonetheless. She had no time to die just yet; she had a job to do.

 

 

Bugsy was on the run now, taking his daughter as far away from the carnage as he could. He was heading for the hills to a place Ranma had told him about, an abandoned old farmhouse that once belonged to Old Maggie. It had become something of a flophouse for drug attics, but nothing a little firepower couldn't handle, although it being up in the middle of the woods he felt afraid that somebody might follow him, so he had a couple people go up and make sure it was safe before he went. He was told everything was fine and about fifteen minutes later he was there, up in the hills overlooking the city. He saw some smoke coming up from about where the Casino was, but he knew Jerry had stayed behind so it could have been either a good or bad thing.

 

About half an hour passed and Bugsy got Marci into bed and stood outside her door out of some subconscious paranoia. Eventually he calmed himself down and went into the room beside hers to turn on a small radio he had. The line was jammed with a confused mish-mash of jumbled words going either way to nondescript people. Something about a chopper going down… Something about Ranma running somewhere… And something about Jerry being dead or close to it. The morning was going to be hell that was for sure, but what it didn't tell him was if Jasper was dead or not. There was confusion because so many irate gangs were running around shooting the place up and by the sounds of it Bugsy had gotten out just in time, but he couldn't help but feel guilty. There was something going on and he needed answers, so he pulled out his phone and called Nabiki. What she told him made him go very quiet for a long while.

 

 

Jasper got up onto the roof first and Jerry wasn't far behind him. It seemed to be nothing more then a stitch in his side to Jasper after the damn near death experience and he shook it off with an inhumane amount of cool. So cool that he straightened his jacket gave it a quick brush and walked over to Jerry to kick her in the face as she kneeled there breathing hard. For a moment her body went limp and she fell backwards wondering why the hell she bothered to climb back up in the first place. Then she saw the smirk on his face and he said something that you just don't say to Jerry. “You're just a limp wrist little faggot aren't ya?”

 

A fist that felt like it belonged to Andre The Giant clocked him across the jaw and knocked the inhumane cool right out of him. Jerry went at him with animal instinct and no matter how fast he swung he couldn't hit her. She ducked under his arm and gave him a couple of heavy fits to the gut that damn near lifted him off the ground. Eventually Jasper put up his arms in hopes to block anything that came at his face, but even as he did so the limp wrist little faggot was finding every opening to strike until finally Jasper couldn't even think about how Jerry was doing it. He had a large cut just above his eye from one of Jerry's strikes that just grazed him and then he did the only think he could think of. He left himself open and took hits that felt like two hundred pound bullets being dispensed from an Uzi and grabbed the back of her head and brought his knee back for the full swing.

 

A brief moment passed in Jerry's life where she couldn't for the life of her remember when her piano lessons started. Then it dawned on her that she had neither taken piano lessons before, nor did she at any point sign up for piano lessons. Then her eyes opened and saw Jasper standing over her and pulling something out of his coat. It was a little black thing with a button on top and two menacing teeth on the front. He looked at her with an all-serious expression and said, “You should really stay down.” And then shoved the little black thing into her stomach. Her entire body tightened and quivered and electricity scorched her nerves and drove itself right of up spine and into her pounding head.

 

A year of raw pain seemed to pass by in an instant and she was left there lying looking up at the night sky with her tongue feeling fuzzy. It took a few moments to remember how to use her lungs and when she did she said, “I'm gonna kick yer ass…” in a slurred, wavy speech. The rebuttal was a kick to the face and a broken nose.

 

 

Jasper looked down at Jerry who seemed to absolutely refuse to close her eyes, but she wasn't getting up any time soon so he figured he's start moving before anyone else came. Then he turned around, not because that was the direction of his escape, but because there was the screech of metal and bolts bending and twisting apart from where the chopper when down. There was a man with a large and apparent gunshot wound in his back ripping the mounted minigun out of the burning wreckage with his bare hands. As the man turned around the nose of the lengthy weapon dragged forebodingly along the cement roof with a piercing screech until his eyes locked with Jasper's. He was wearing a bandana and it looked like he'd been through hell and back a few times over. Ryouga blinked almost absently and asked, “You're Jasper aren't you…?” In seconds Jasper dove behind a large metallic water tower as the horrible sound of the minigun's motor started up to start spinning the revolving barrel. Ryouga screamed, “You ruined my life!” And the noise of vengeful thunder roared with each explosion of every chamber.

 

Running was his only option and in Ryouga's hysteria there were still escapes routs open. The gunfire went quiet for a few seconds and he heard Ryouga's heavy breathing and dragging feet coming towards the left side of the water tower and therefore away from the door leading down. Jasper was about to make a break for it when a heavy jingle of something sounding like a chain being moved caught his ear. Jasper ventured a peak around the corner quickly and saw that Ryouga had tangled himself up a little with the belt of bullets feeding into the gun. He was heading back to the wreckage a little disorientated, but with the gun still pointed where Jasper was hiding. In less then a second Ryouga's hand punched into the wreckage and came back out holding a large steel ammo case that held all the bullets for the minigun.

 

Seeing this as his only chance, Jasper made a mad dash for the door and his heart almost skipped a beat as he heard the motor starting up again, but the bullets flew and he had to take cover again although this time he had his back pressed up against the concrete wall with the doorway only about a foot away around the corner. This time Ryouga didn't let go of the trigger and started a slow jog towards the where Jasper was while screaming. Both the noise from Ryouga's mouth and the thoughts in Jasper's head were downed out over the constant blasts of the minigun and the loud shrieks of wild bullets ricocheting. As Ryouga rounded the corner with bullets flying, the most amazing thing happened. Jasper had leaned down, gotten under the spray of bullets, and had connected his taser with the back of Ryouga's leg. It was pure shock that got Ryouga to stop and he'd almost willed himself to turn around, but Jasper had spun behind him, grabbed his ankles and given him a rough yank.

 

Ryouga's chin smacked the ground with a sharp crack and chipped a tooth right in half. Jasper ran around the corner and down the stairs before Ryouga could get up, but when he finally did he fired it off futilely in hopes that Jasper had stayed around for a few extra seconds. He finally got himself to a full standing position again and was about to go after him, but when he stood up he saw over the edge of the building and down into the street. There were no civilians left, but with roadblocks and something huge that was painted green, with heavy treads and long protruding cannon on the front. As soon as he realized what it was, he also realized that it had just finished pointing at him. “Oh, shit…” The moment he turned around and ran something from below made an echoing boom and a quarter second later Ryouga flew through the air and turned enough to see the doorway turn to a pile of rubble and in another quarter second he'd landed on the other side of the roof, fairly close to Jerry tangled in a mess of loose bullets from the ammo box and his own blood from the bits of debris that managed to cut him.

 

Skipping up to six steps at a time, Jasper bolted down the stairs and started to notice that no one was left in the building. Well, he couldn't tell for sure, but there were no people in the stairwell to block his path and the large explosion overhead meant that the military was coming in to see what was going on. Getting to the bottom was the easy part and his escape would be easy as well, he'd just scream bloody murder and talk of bandana wearing psycho on the roof. He pulled the personal radio out of his inner coat pocket and spoke into it. “Rollins, get my plane ready I'll meet you at the airport in about fifteen minutes.” Taking off was going to be the hard part, but it was nothing new to him.

 

 

“He's heading towards the airport? How do you know?” Bugsy was no face to face with Nabiki as she'd agreed to come to the farmhouse for safety.

 

“How else would he get out of here? Besides that's the direction he's going in. We're going to try and head him off on our side, they're just having trouble with all of the street thugs going berserk.” Nabiki sat down in an old comfy chair and rubbed her eyes. “We're going to give Ranma as much backup as we can, but it's difficult if he's not allowed to see us.”

 

Bugsy nodded, “I know what you mean…”

 

There was a knock at the door a few rooms over and Nabiki got up. “Oh thank god. That take out's here.”

 

He watched her walk off and said, “You know the whole point in having a secret hideout is so that it's secret.”

 

She waved him off and said, “I'm sure the takeout boy wasn't followed, and I'm pretty sure even I could take him.” She went and answered the door while Bugsy took his own seat and rubbed his head in agitation. Nabiki's muffled voice could be heard, but then the sound of glass breaking was heard, then a scream, and then the mad rush of footsteps up the stairs with someone or something dragging behind them. Bugsy was up and running on the scream and he got to the foot of the stairs when he heard the door to his daughter's room being kicked in followed by her scream. Like any father would he ran up the stairs with a gun drawn, but not forward in case either she or Nabiki were held hostage.

 

The invader had swung the door closed behind him and Bugsy was forced to burst through it, but when he did his little girl screamed, “Daddy, no!”

 

Bugsy saw a familiar face and lower down the owner of it was holding something with a huge barrel. All Bugsy got to say was, “Why?” then a shot was fired and something hit him in the stomach kneeling him over and forced to look at the unconscious Nabiki on the ground. His breath was hard to find and his eyes looked up as the barrel pressed against his head. Marci screamed as the gun fired again sending her father to fall backwards with a heavy thump against the hardwood floor and lay completely still.

 

 

Jasper got to the ground floor and rushed out with his jacket over his head screaming the bloody murder he'd thought up. Two soldiers ran up to him and guided him out to where they thought safe and treated him like an evacuee. He ended up bickering with them, saying that he wanted to go home, but they wanted him to be checked out by the ambulance guys. Then, if you use the term loosely, Ryouga saved him some trouble.

 

The guy had managed to shake off most of the explosion he was part of, but he didn't know how long he was out for. On a whim he looked over the edge closest to him and saw Jasper down below arguing with the soldiers and police. He looked back and saw Jerry lying there wide eyed with a smoke standing straight up from her lips. He crawled over to her and asked dumbly, “You ok?”

 

Jerry turned her head and stared at him for a few seconds, then at the gun he was dragging around. She looked back up into the sky and said, “Well, go kill him. I sure can't.”

 

Ryouga looked at her wounds and said, “But… You need… uh… something.”

 

Jerry took a puff of air and spat the cigarette out of her mouth and tilted her head slightly enough to tell him to come closer. He did and turned his head slightly so he could hear what she was about to say, but then she put her hand on the back of his head and brought him in for a very passionate and very wet kiss. “You know kid-”

 

“You stuck you tongue in my mouth…”

 

“-ya may be an idiot, a loser, a back stabber, a weakling, and even an emotional wreck,-.”

 

“You're a dude though…”

 

“-but you know what? At least you're cute.”

 

“I feel so dirty…”

 

Jerry let out a cough and continued, “I want you to kill that son of a bitch. Every hole you put in him I'll personally fist fuck I promise you that. Now get going…”

 

With an expression of emotional confusion, Ryouga stepped back and saw Jasper again. His blood started boiling and he saw Jasper hop onto a motorcycle and hit the kick-start. With the doorway smashed to pieces and Jasper about to leave, Ryouga did the only think he could think of and took a leap of faith. About mid way down Ryouga pointed the barrel at Jasper and pulled the trigger. Everyone looked up as they heard the ominous sound of a motor spinning, to see a man flying off a building getting ready to fire. Everyone ducked or got down in some way, but Jasper didn't flinch, even as his mirror got shot off, he just pulled the throttle, spun the back wheel and went.

 

He landed feet first on the roof of a car compressing it down right in the middle. The rippled metal curved around his feet and in the end he landed with his knees only slightly bent. Like a machine he rushed down the road after him, but knew he'd never be able to keep up. Ryouga prayed for range, but his aim sucked. Then out of the blue he heard the roar of a V8 engine coming up from behind him. A pair of headlights broke the barrier and came skidding in between all the soldiers and right towards him. He didn't have time to jump and gun plus accessories didn't help him at all. Instead he just put up his arms and closed his eyes.

 

Screeching tires stopped just in front of him and after a moment Ryouga looked. It was a Saber Turbo parked sideways in the street, but that wasn't it, there was someone behind him on a very fast dirt bike. The thing went down on its side and Ranma slid onto the other side of the Saber. Then as if on cue, Ranma pulled Ryouga down as a hail of gunfire came from the soldiers. The bullets deflected off the armored vehicle and then the passenger side door opened to revile Uri, the driver. “Think it is lucky I find car, no?”

 

Ranma ignored him and started shaking Ryouga. “Where the fuck is he!? Where's Jasper!? Why isn't he dead!?”

 

Ryouga just pointed feebly and said, “He went that way!”

 

Without missing a beat Ranma pointed at Uri and said, “You be our shield. This guy'll take out the chopper.”

 

“Okey-dokie!” Uri saluted and closed the door.

 

Ranma got the bike back up, kick started it and told Ryouga to get on the back, but Ryouga had to ask. “What chopper!?”

 

“The one chasing us! Get the fuck on and be my shooter or stay behind and get shot!” In a panic at Ranma's words and forgetting all grudges he leaped onto the back of the bike, sat backwards with the gun towards the sky and seconds later saw the chopper from between the buildings.

 

 

(Sugar Ray - Mean Machine : I was shocked, like monocle popping off my face, when a few people thought that was Jasper dying in the last chapter. You think I would screw you guys out of an epic as freaking hell ending!? I have spent over a year writing this bullshit! You WILL receive an epic ending, or my name isn't Hank! Other then that thank you for reading, XOXOXOXO and until next update please remember to party hard.)