Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Ranma-1118 ❯ Part 2: ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

This is my very first Ranma/Prototype fanfic and crossover.

Date: 120110

Disclaimer: A Ranma/Prototype crossover. All characters and concepts belong to their respective creators and owners.

Synopsis: DX-1118 has always been fatal without exception. Can Ranma survive the Infection?

R A N M A - 1 1 1 8

Part 2:

Ranma was rather perplexed to see the state of the person that was closest to her. He was frothing at the mouth unceasingly and tried to lunge at a nearby pedestrian that had come too close. The pedestrian, a woman in business suit managed to just duck the clumsy blow and took off in a direction past Ranma. The somewhat dirty and sickly-looking man caught sight of the Jusenkyo-cursed martial artist and struck at her only to miss as the agile martial artist easily evaded the clumsy lunge by centimetres.

The sick man did not give up and turned to strike her again. Not wanting to hurt the man unnecessarily, Ranma struck his shiatsu point to paralyse only to discover to her annoyance that the man was still moving. She struck the same point again repeatedly a few times ... to no avail.

'What is it with this person? Shiatsu points don't work on him or something,' she pondered.

She tried a few other shiatsu points like the sleep point and laughing point with the same results. The man continued to attack her like nothing had happened.

'What's going on?'

Ducking a strike from behind and another from the side, Ranma turned around to find three more people seemingly in the same state as the first person attacking her moving to surround her.

'This is getting tiresome,' Ranma thought and leaped over their heads.

Much to his surprise, the jump carried her much farther and higher than she had expected, to the top of a five-storey building across the street.

'What the hell?!!' Ranma thought in surprise.

She certainly hadn't put that much strength into his jump. Nor had she boosted her jump with ki. Ranma decided to test her jump again. This time she decided to make a leap for the three-storey building across the street. Backing a few steps, she stopped and then took a short run towards the edge of the five-storey building before leaping off the edge of the roof. She went sailing through the air towards the three storey building below her ...

'HEY! I'VE OVERSHOT MY LEAP!' she mentally cried out in alarm.

... towards the towering skyscraper across the street. Instinctively, the Jusenkyo-cursed martial artist braced herself for the crash as she struck the side of the building only to feel ... nothing. Not questioning her good fortune, she then leaped upwards to avoid a clumsy blow that had struck the building she was clinging onto momentarily. With but another leap, Ranma found herself on the top of another ten-story building in the city.

The sound of cars honking and cars wailing could be heard in the distance intermixed with screams and cries for help.

'What could be causing all that ruckus?' Ranma wondered as she could feel the growing sense of urgency coming in from that direction the closer she got to the source of the screams for help and shouts of panic.

Ranma took another leap.

Unnoticed by her, blue, black and red tendrils formed around her legs when she leaped in the direction of the building on the opposite side of the street.

From her vantage point on top of the building, she could see tens of people running back and forth in confusion and panic amidst the city streets.

'What in the world?' Ranma thought.

A woman in casual wear was trying to fend off three dishevelled-looking people who were lunging for her with their hands.

'They're attacking her like they're attacking me this morning,' she thought before leaping down quickly to land besides the woman.

Quicker than lightning, Ranma struck the three attackers to send them flying more than fifty feet in different directions.

'Didn't mean to hit them that hard,' she thought with horror before grabbing hold of the woman and leaping back to the top of a building.

She set her down gently on her feet and she backed away from her hurriedly. Ranma did not bother to explain her true intent to her. Right now, there were more people that needed saving and there was precious little to save them.

She would leap down whenever she spied someone in distress only to leap back up when she had the person safely in hand. The situation was worsening. More and more people were being injured by those Infected humans and in the process become Infected themselves. The Jusenkyo-cursed martial artist worked faster and faster. Knocking out those Infected humans and then saving the uninfected ones.

It was not difficult to tell who was Infected and who wasn't. Uninfected people had a mixture colours in their aura while those Infected people had an aura that was pitch-black intermixed with an angry red to an experienced ki user. Why that was so, she did not know as she hammered another large mutated Infected person through the wall with his fist. As strong as the Infected people were, they were no match for a martial artist of Ranma's caliber who had spent her entire life honing her body, mind and spirit to become a living manifestation of the Art.

After taking down several more Infected people in a matter of seconds (was there no end to this horde of mindless brutes?), Ranma could hear sirens in the distance.

'Looks like the cops are here,' he thought.

The police in SWAT gear exited their vehicles and began gunning down the Infected civillians. A pitched battle quickly turned into a desperate fight for survival as large numbers of Infected civvlians began moving for the SWAT team who had moved in with other members of the Manhatten police department.

As the fight continued, Ranma noticed a strange change among the Infected civillians. A few of them had grown larger with bigger muscles. They moved faster too. One of them lifted a car up into the air before throwing it at the SWAT team holding out from behind their makeshift barriers of sandbags and abandoned vehicles. They quickly scrambled away but one of them was not so lucky. The car landed on top of him, pinning him to the ground like paper and glue.

Seeing that law enforcement officers needed help, Ranma leaped down from her vantage point atop the towering building and struck the large mutated Infected civillian with her fist, sending it flying to the other end of the street. Upon seeing this attack, its companions growled in fury and lashed out at Ranma without any further hesitation. The Jusenkyo-cursed martial artist nimbly evaded their attacks from behind and the side with a simple leap into the air before spinning around with her legs and driving her feet into their heads.

"Nah! Too slow!" she poked her tongue out cheekily at them while dodging their wild clumsy attacks.

They reeled back from the blows she rained upon them, crashing straight into the walls of the buildings behind them or landing on top of the vehicles with a loud bang causing it to go up in flames. Ranma's mind quickly revised their danger levels downwards. Their strength while considerable could not match that of Ryoga or even Akane for that matter, she grinned inwardly. Even pig-boy or duck-boy would have a field day with them.

Her senses screamed a warning causing her to move instinctively as bullets flew past her to hit the spot she had just recently vacated. Ranma turned to see members of the SWAT team shooting at her.

"Now look here. I'm not the enemy," she tried to say but those masked law enforcement officers remained indifferent to her pleas.

They continued to train their weapons on her. Several of them had even begun to load up their heavy weapons.

"Crap!" she cursed loudly leaping to the roof in disappointment as more and more black-clad soldiers began to arrive on scene while opening fire indiscriminately on both the Infected and uninfected civillians.

W H O O S H!

The sound of air rushing or something moving quickly through the air ...

B O O M!

Ranma was knocked flat on her stomach. It reminded her a little of the tomboy's mallet attack.

'What was that?' she thought before quickly leaping back to her feet.

There was the sound of another WHOOSH and Ranma instintively leaped upwards for the roof of one of the nearby buildings.

Unseen by her, bullet holes and the recent cavity in her back faded away in a ripple of blue, black and red colours.

Feeling rather dejected, she opted to help out the civillians fleeing the scene who were being assaulted by Infected creatures. At this point , Ranma did not have any qualms about about killing them since Infected attacks on civillians appeared to be fatal in most cases. She learned that the hard way after an injured civillian that she had rescued began attacking the other injury-free civillians that had been placed on rooftops. Fortunately, no one was hurt as she had been quick enough to throw the newly Infected person to the streets below.

The Jusenkyo-cursed martial artist couldn't help but watch as it hit the ground with a splat. She thought it had died only to see it stir slightly before moving its head up to look at Ranma and grow viciously at her in defiance. At this point, Ranma realised that whatever humanity the creature had once possessed in it was gone.

Not faraway, she could see helicopters in the distance. Much to Ranma's horror, instead of saving the civillians that she had left on the rooftops, like she had expected, one of the helicopters opened fire on them, killing them all. The other helicopters broke away from it and began shooting both the Infected and the civillians still on the streets below. Ranma growled softly.

This was not supposed to happen! The security forces were supposed to save their own people, not kill them! She couldn't allow that to happen. Her code as a martial artist demanded it. She had to stop them quickly before they killed even more civillians. Focusing a ki ball into her hands, Ranma fired a long-range ki blast at the hovering helicopter. It struck the helicopter, causing it to flare up in a brilliant explosion as its remnants crashed to the ground below.

Not wasting any further time, she repeated her ki attacks on the other helicopters with the same results. Feeling repulsed by her handiwork, Ranma steeled herself for what she was about to do next for deep down, she knew that there was no other way to stop these men in black from killing those that she had saved. Down on the streets below, she could see six tanks rolling over everything in their path ... people, vehicles and Infected creatures. The soldiers in black didn't seem to care. They simply rolled over them without mercy with the metallic treadmills of the tanks crushing them into a red smear on the streets.

If the innocent civillians scrambled to get out of the way, they were shot at by the black-clad soldiers following the tanks from the back.

'No way!' Ranma swore.

'They're killing everyone! Why?!!' Her blood boiled at the sight.

If there was one thing she hated, it was the senseless taking of innocent lives. Without wasting any more time, Ranma activated the Umisenken and took a running leap that would take her to the back of the military column moving down the streets. Not surprisingly, she landed on the sidewalk, undetected. Next, she cut loose on the soldiers with a pair of vacuum blades which sliced through their armour like confetti, taking them out of the fight. From soldier to soldier, she moved at Amaguriken speed, killing them quickly and silently. Whatever regrets or remorse, she might have had for taking their lives, she would deal with them later.

She had no choice. Not really, if she wanted to save the civillians they were about to kill. She moved among them undetected, a silent whirlwind of death and destruction. Fast and silent distortions moved through the air, cutting down the numbers of black-clad troops rapidly. They never saw her coming. Their wounds and blood were visible but the weapons used to cause them were not. In sheer panic, they opened fire around them, shooting blindly, hoping to hit their unseen attacker.

"Sir! We have a situation here! We're being pinned down! Something's killing the soldiers-" the transmission was cut off suddenly.

Colonel Ian Taggert shook his fist in fury. What in the world was going on? His soldiers couldn't hold out against the Infected forever and Mercer was already on his way here. He needed those reinforcements now.

Blackwatch Headquarters ...

"Something happened to the detachment that we sent to Times Square, Dr. McMullen," a man in black uniform leaned back in his seat.

"Oh ..."

"They're all dead," he continued.

"Mercer ... he took out an entire battalion of soldiers by himself?" the viral researcher asked.

"No ... not him. Mercer was at Times Square when this happened. Here ... take a look at this videofeed," the general answered.

Blackwatch soldiers could be seen falling left and right like dominoes, taken down by pointed distortions that rippled without a sound through the air.

"The nature of the attack is different. No shell casings or traces of energy discharge like what you would expect an energy weapon. No sign of the attacker either. It was like the attacker was-"

"Invisible?" the doctor offered.

"Yes. Invisible which complicates matters. If the attacker was not Mercer than what was it? Any ideas, doctor?" the general asked.

"The DX-1118 virus appears to be mutating faster than expected. Before Mercer, all Runners have been female. Unless of course, he wasn't the actual Runner which doesn't seem to account for his strange abilities. If there is another Runner ..."

"Then this is probably the first time there has been more than one Runner at any one time. We have to find it and kill it before it leaves the confines of the city," the General concluded.

"And how do you intend to stop a Runner that you can't see?" the doctor chuckled.

"The invisible one? Why ... with a nuclear strike of course, my good doctor," the general answered sinisterly.

TBC

Another idea that I had while writing up Blacklight and Shadowwarrior. Seems like I'm in a Prototype phase .... ^_^