Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Grand Theft Auto: Nerima ❯ Twitch ( Chapter 33 )

Twitch

(Bif Naked - Twitch)

 

 

“You know, just for the record, I don't blame you in any way, I should have known better then to ask you of all people `which way did he go?'”

 

Ryouga looked dumbly up at the chopper trying to take aim at them with the mounted machine gun on the nose. “I didn't mean to… But I thought for sure he went this way…”

 

If one were to take a look at a topographic view of the immediate city, one would notice that a perfectly safe man on a motorcycle was going down one road and that two unsafe men on a motor cycle followed by a bullet proof car and a helicopter were going in almost the opposite direction. If one were to look at it like a clock face with an hour hand being Jasper and the minute hand being Ranma n' crew then the time would look to be about 5:53.

 

Ranma reached back with an open hand and said, “The GPS, give it here.” Ryouga immediately pulled at the strap on his wrist with his teeth and shook the loose display into Ranma hand without a word. Even though he was holding a rather large weapon the queasy fact remained that he had his back to someone that wanted him dead. Ryouga's mind started to wander at a dangerous time, but the idea of blood on his hands was becoming heavy on him. He thought of Sheela and how she came at him that hateful look and loaded gun. He had thought about it so hard for the first little while, but the nightmares haunted him everyday. He had thought about what happened only a few hours ago, when Ranma beat him even though he was so weak. The guy that wanted him dead had not only given him a second chance, but also saved Ukyo when he couldn't and he had no idea how to take it. A nudge to his sore ribs brought him back to reality, “Hey, keep that gun pointed up at them, it's the only thing making them hold their fire.”

 

Ryouga shook his head and brought his slowly dissenting weapon back up and directed at the whirly. For some reason it was this moment that he felt it come to him, the words he had said over and over, but this time they seemed different, they felt more whole with unknown understanding. “I'm sorry… I really fucked things up didn't I?” He didn't know why he asked it, but how he spoke the words; they were no longer full of self-pity or with a plea of forgiveness, but on even ground, man to man.

 

A long silence sat present between them with only the sounds of engines running and blades spinning, but Ranma did say something. “A few days ago I saw a girl that Akane used to hang out with at school. She was all huddled up against a dumpster covered in rags with enough heroine holes in her to be classified as a flute. It ain't right man, this entire city is fucked up because we all stopped caring. Everyone was too afraid to speak up and even now most of everyone is out hoping things will be better when they get back. It's sick man, but you know what? Tonight there's something bigger then you or me, or even Sheela for that matter… Even if we're both pretending, and even if one of us dies… We have to take this city back and get those fuckers out of here, because I don't remember Akane's friend doing anything to deserve that. I don't remember anyone doing anything to deserve that… You know what I mean?”

 

The two never looked at one another, but they both had the same look. A look of shame, with their eyes down and spines hunched over. “Yeah, I know what you mean…”

 

Ranma turned the motorcycle up on a highway ramp that brought them heading the opposite direction and towards the airport. “We've got some ground to make up, but I know we'll make it in time.”

 

Ryouga watched Uri follow behind them and asked, “How do you know?”

 

He just smiled as he brought the thing up to full speed, “Because we always do. We've just got to lose this chopper first.”

 

The chopper leaned back to halt itself and started to lower down closer to the highway. Ryouga watched the thing come and said, “I don't know about you, but I'm sick if constantly running from everyone.” Before Ranma could ask, Ryouga had pushed himself off the seat into a back flip and landed on the hood of the Saber. Uri swerved in surprise a couple times but Ryouga managed to stay on and knock on the window. Uri rolled it down and heard, “Hey you. Take me right under that thing!”

 

“I don't want thing falling on my head ok?”

 

“Just do it! Here take this.” Ryouga shoved the minigun through the window and dropped the heavy hunk of metal into Uri's lap and most of the passenger seat.

 

“I can no feel legs! Wait, what you doing without gun?” His thick Russian voice was ignored and Ryouga positioned himself on top of the roof getting ready to lung at the chopper. Uri started swearing in his native language with a bit of broken words in many other languages. “Ignorant kid throwing of the fucking weapon around like goddamn piñata. How I suppose to shift? Crazy kid lose head up his ass!” Uri hit the gas bringing the car to a rumbling haul and forced open the gas guzzling headers for extra scream.

 

A red blur passed under the turning chopper and as it did so the pilot felt the chopper lean to the side like some weight just attached itself, but then a fist pierced through the floor panel behind him. The pilot looked back and asked the few guys he was carrying, “What the hell was that!?” Then the chopper tilted again as if something landed on the other side and the shift was immediately followed up with a hand coming through the bullet proof sliding door and pulling it off the bird without any hint of struggle. “Jesus Christ! Shoot him!”

 

Ryouga flew in with a hand around each throat of the other two crew members and promptly tossed them out on the highway below. The pilot was about to make a mayday call, but a pair of hands grabbed both sides of his helmet and snapped it in half right off his head. Then after the helmet was discarded a hand grabbed the front of his suit and pulled him face to face with the guy pulling his bird apart. “Now listen up pecker head you have two choices, the first choice is to fly this thing where I tell you too and the second choice is for me to crash it with you tied to the seat. Make your choice.”

 

After a moments stun, the pilot straightened the chopper out and asked, “Where ya heading?”

 

 

Jasper could feel them coming at him, it was that turning in his gut that he'd fine tuned over the years so well, but he had an ace in the hole. He had connections like no one else and had friends all around just waiting for the word. He took out his radio again and flipped it to a special channel wit his teeth. “You there, Rollins?”

 

“Yeah, what do you need sir?”

 

“I've got a tail and a pretty volatile one at that. I want those gates open and I want all my boys to get onto Davey Street and escort me there.”

 

“All of them?”

 

“Yes, all of them. Don't under estimate the guys chasing me, they've got a shit load of luck on their side.”

 

“Consider it done sir.”

 

In no less then thirty seconds Jasper had guys on motorcycles and cars turning out of allies and coming close to him forming a wall behind him. More and more came out with each passing moment making a convoy of suits and professional looking bodyguards taking up almost both sides of the road. In minutes he had an army of thugs with enough money in their pockets to get reckless with their lives. However all coins have two sides and on Ranma's side he had his own army, he just didn't realize it.

 

The helicopter and its hostage pilot came in fast over Jasper's crowd and shined the piercing light on them. It then came in low to the streets and the mounted gun started firing into the streets. “Good, keep it up. I don't know who are bad guys in that crowd, but the more we delay them from getting to the airport the better.” The pilot nodded in a fearful shame of what he was doing, but then again the guy beside him could probably saw his skull in half with nothing more then his own anus to do it. So the pattern went on with the chopper dipping in between the buildings to cut off the convoy, but it quickly started getting dangerous with so many of them having guns with free use of ammo. One round came right through the front window and took off a patch of Ryouga's hair, but he was on fire and like a stone at the same time. Full of energy and yet unwavering. Then by a stroke of luck with a stray glance he saw a familiar guy on a motorbike, followed by an equally familiar car.

 

Uri rolled down his window and shouted at Ranma ahead of him. “Let me go first, I clear way.” Ranma nodded in response and watched Uri take off at a breakneck speed, to which he followed keeping his body low and tight to the bike. Like a warhead through a haystack, Uri pushed the car through the crowd taking time to knock over guys on motorbikes and send cars spinning with a well-placed nudge to the back corner. They were quickly making their way through to the front, but someone must have got smart. A bunch of the guys in suits up front either stopped their cars, or veered off to the side leaving a straight pathway towards Jasper who was now maybe about fifty feet away from the open gate of the airport. The only thing between Ranma, Uri and Jasper were a ton of broken beer bottles all over the road. Uri braked hard, but it was too late and he'd been going too fast. The sound of four tires almost simultaneously exploding sent the car turning and twisting dangerously, until the rim of a wheel caught the ground just long enough to send the car into a barrel roll.

 

Ranma's luck wasn't any better either, his tires popped and he was forced to go down on one side along the green and brown line of sharp alcoholic teeth and let them bite savagely into his side and legs. One side of mind told his of a writhing unspeakable pain while the other side told him he needed to get through that gate no matter what, but no measure of talent could get him up and ahead of Uri who was spinning uncontrollably sideways and through the air. Just outlandishly dumb luck was on his side.

 

Just as the carpet of broken glass ended Ranma unintentionally pulled the throttle back on his bike and since it was on its side the back wheel grabbed the roughly paved street with whatever grip it had left and spun the bike around. Like a rock from a sling Ranma was thrown off at seventy miles an hour and sent skidding and rolling across the ground like a rag doll under the wheels of a truck. By shear fluke he had rolled and soared underneath the saber just as it picked up into the air for another spin. His shoulder hit the ground as he passed underneath the saber and changed his tumble from being side to side to being head to toes over and over again. When he'd finally lost his speed he was sitting on his ass with his legs almost straight in front of him feeling like his spine had just been put through a man sized mouse trap a few times. As he sat looking dumb and dazed the saber completed its roll by landing on its side and having the hood and trunk smash against both sides of the steel gate of the airport bending it to the breaking point just slightly over Ranma's head and leaving a bullet proof barrier where its opening once was.

 

Ryouga watched the events unfold beneath him and saw the thugs heading towards the gate to do only god knows what with the wreckage. Without looking at the pilot he just yelled, “Now get out of here!” and jumped out onto the street that would have been a dangerous distance below for anyone normal. As his feet touched the cold street stood in front of the gate with his back to the car and facing towards the oncoming bikes and cars. Slowly and almost rhythmically he took in a deep breath of air and brought a tight fist back like a leering cobra. Then he brought his fist down towards the solid gray slab that stretched for miles and hit it with everything he had. Like an exploding fire the road ahead of him started cracking, twisting, and contorting in wild unimaginable angles. The earth split apart like skin peeling open in a feeble attempt to contain too much blood. Mounds of dirt shot up from the cracks like fireworks in the dark sending men flying off their bikes and cars flipping to their roofs and he stood their watching what his fist had just done with cold air of determined fighting spirit, someone stood beside him.

 

“Long time no see.” Ryouga's head shot around and looked intently into the familiar face of Mousse. He was sharpening a blade he once had hidden up his sleeve and said, “I've never really liked guns…”

 

Then beside Mousse came Shampoo from out of nowhere brushing her wild hair out of her face. “I've had enough of this…”

 

Ryouga's eyes went wide and he almost stuttered with, “Where have you guys been!? I haven't seen you in ages!”

 

Cologne's voice came from behind him and the familiar sound of that walking stick tapping the ground as she hopped on it resounded in his ears. “Amazons don't run away from a fight child, and I do believe this is a fight.”

 

Ryouga was beginning to feel small in the crowd and he was forced to turn again to two middle aged men walking towards him. Soun Tendo rubbed his temples as he walked towards the building crowd and said, “It's been too long since I've been this sober… How could I let my family stay here like this Saotome?”

 

Genma nodded thoughtfully whilst walking beside him. “I believe we've all been a little off lately Tendo. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't mind having the old days back.”

 

“Hah! Big talk from a talent less disciple like you! You stand here letting your own son fight the big fight while you stay behind and deal with the small fry.” Happosia scoffed and cackled as he spoke, but Kuno of all people cut him off.

 

“Hark! True words pierce thy soul. However may I ask then why you stand here with us as well?” Kuno took out his old wooden sword from those few years ago and pointed it at the destroyed road with growing numbers of men in now dirty suits. “A battle brews! Watch as the naves pull themselves up from their disgrace!”

 

Out of the shadows behind Kuno popped a piercing laugh that belonged to his delusional sister. “I won't let any of these dirty peasants lay a finger on my dearest Ranma!”

 

“Well spoken my lady! Well spoken!” Exclaimed Kodachi's gnomish little ninja bodyguard Sasuke.

 

The last person to show up was Ukyo who landed right beside Ryouga. “Hi sugar. They told me what was going on and brought me here after you left to go onto the roof. We've got to buy Ranma time to get that bastard don't you think darlin'?”

 

Ryouga nodded at her thanking god someone was here that didn't make him nervous. “Are you sure you want to be here? It's dangerous…”

 

She pulled out her comical weapon of choice and looked at the crowd of angry suits coming towards them. “I was in a coma for a long time sugar… They took my life away and played with you, I know you didn't mean it, I know it was tough times… But now I want revenge sugar…”

 

Ryouga just nodded in understanding and looked at the men coming towards them with an open mind for a street war. There was a hell of a lot of those guys and more and more were pouring out of alleys and buildings from left right and center. Things were heating up quick and now people were picking up weapons from the streets and dumpsters that early cavemen probably used to bash each other skulls in back in the Stone Age. Some real Fred Flintstone shit was happening, but at the same time a lot of guys were packing heat and ready to use it. Ryouga spotted this and said almost obviously, “Some of these guys still got guns…”

 

Then a voice he'd never heard before spoke to him coming out of a minivan still moving slowly towards him from a back alley. “You guys with Ranma?” A retro looking man with a Hawaiian blue shirt on got out of the van and said, “I take it he's going to go kill that two timing fuck stick Jasper?” Ryouga nodded without thinking and that's when retro man Tommy Vercetti whacked his hand against the side of the van. “These are the guys boys. Get your shit together and get out here!” The sliding door of the van opened up and at least thirty camped looking Cuban guys all wearing loud flamboyant shirt poured out into the street and all of them were loaded with various Uzi's, magnums, pea shooters, hand cannons, and heavy duty assault rifles and as if he were a cherry on some big ass chocolate cake, Uri finally managed to kick the drivers side door of the car open and the first thing to pop out of the top of this twisted vehicle was a giant ass rotating, death dealing, fire spitting minigun.

 

Uri was bleeding bad but he was looking vicious like he never had before and he pointed that gun at the wave of dusty black suits and yelled in his thick Russian accent. “You want rumble!? Let's rock!” The spit flying from his mouth as he screamed seemed to be the catalyst to start the event off with both sides running at each other like an armies charging. Two gangs clashed, one was the undermanned Nerima demolition squad that made up for its lack of numbers with shear destructive force, while the other one held its power with what seemed to be an endless stream of hired men popping out from everywhere all at once. Fists tightened and barrels cocked, Nerima's last stand to take back what was once theirs.