[Ranma][Urban Legends][Fanfic] Urban Legends 3: Friday The 13th [Day One: The Beginning Of The End(Monday The 9th)]
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Urban Legends 3:
Friday The 13th
An Urban Legends Slasher Fic By Stephen Schlueter
WARNING: As you are no doubt aware, unless you completely ignore these
warnings, there is a high level of violent content, profanity and other
Slasher oriented things in this series. You have been warned.
NOTE: Sukira Kurenai is a character I created when I was writng a follow up
series to Lisa Prior's "Sins Of The Father". His presence here is just to add
a little extra to the story.
Ranma 1/2 is property of R. Takahashi and those who publish it.
Aeris Gainsborough is a trademark of SqareSoft Inc.
Sukira Kurenai is property of The Rebels In Black and was created by me.
"One. Two. Freddy's coming for you. Three. Four. Better lock the door. Five.
Six. Get your crucifix."
-A Nightmare On Elm Street
Wes Craven
Prologue:
Sunday The 8th
My name is Sukira Kurenai. I'm the late elder brother of Tsubasa
Kurenai. My current assignment is Angel Of Death for the regions of Tokyo and
the surrounding areas including Nerima district. The details and
circumstances of my death or how I came to gain this assignment are
irrelevant. No. Somehow that doesn't sound right. It sounds to
official, as my partner, Aeris Gainsborough, would say. To be perfectly
honest (which I'm usually not) it was freezing out there(I almost feel the
need to say I was freezing to death but that seemed somewhatunlikely, if you
catch my drift). The last place I wanted to be was Nerima district. At least
I fit in pretty well around here. I'm a pretty good martial artist and I have
a Jusenkyo curse. I don't like to talk about either that much. If you want to
know what my curse is just ask Ranma Saotome, he and I have the same one.
"Is there anything we can do to avoid another massacre?" I asked Aeris.
She shrugged. "I can't really say. Somehow I doubt it though. Until the
regular Angel Of Death gets over his nervous breakdown.." (Does that happen
to people who are dead? I guess it does.)"we're filling in. And in this line
of work you don't go to great lengths to *prevent* death." "We shouldn't
encourage it either." I said "I don't know why Belldandy needed to assign
both of us to this job." "Because she doesn't trust you to handle it
on your own." said Aeris with a slight smile. "Very funny." I said.
**********
(One. Two.) Akane tossed and turned but couldn't get to sleep.
Something in her head just-- (Kasumi's coming for you.) wouldn't
leave her alone. It was as though there was something in her mind scratching
away at her subconcious. (Three. Four.) Something was scratching at the
door. Akane looked over at it. There was a low creaking as the door--
(Better lock your door.) opened slightly. There was something gleaming
in the dull light that came through the opening. (Five. Six.) Whatever it
was it was metal. To Akane it looked like metal claws. Some animal with metal
claws was opening her bedroom door. "Ranma..?" she began "That better not
be you!" (Get your crucifix.) She could see the dark outline of the shape
standing in the doorway. I wasn't Ranma. Not in either form. It looked more
like-- (Seven. Eight.) Kasumi? It was. It was Kasumi! She was the
one with the metal claws. The claws were only on one hand. It looked like
someone had chopped off her real hand and attached a hideous clawed one in
it's place. (Better stay up late.) Kasumi approached her sister and
raised the clawed hand like an animal preparing to attack. For some
reason Akane couldn't move. It was like she was paralyzed from the neck down.
Kasumi's claws came down at Akane at lightning speed and a split second
later-- Akane woke up. She'd been having some kind of nightmare. But she
remembered something important. She remebered the faces of the killers who
stood in the gym of Furinkan High. She remembered them and she wanted to
settle the score.
**********
While Akane's dream was just that it wasn't *completely* false.
Kasumi had taken a great affection towards the four inch blades of the
scalpels she had stolen from Dr. Tofu on Halloween. While Akane was upstairs
having her nightmare Kasumi was busy removing the blades from each of the
scalpels and attaching them to a set of worn out leather gloves. There were
eight blades, one for each finger (not counting the thumb) on each glove.
They lloked very much like claws. That was probably why Kasumi liked them.
But she didn't plan to use both gloves herself. She had an accomplice in
mind.
**********
Ranma-Chan was asleep and completely unaware of the door creaking
open. Unlike Akane, she had no reason not to be able to sleep. She wasn't
responsible for the second Nerima Massacre and as long as she wasn't she had
no problem. But Kasumi had her own plans for the third Nerima Massacre. It
might even extend beyond Nerima. Kasumi had become so obsessed with killing
it was as though she were posessed by it. She had dreams of killing everybody
in Tokyo. All thirty million of them. And whoever was in the surrounding
districts too. Name a serial killer who could top that, eh? She ran her
fingers through Ranma-Chan's hair. It was that perfect color of red. The
color of blood and carnage that Kasumi now loved so well. That is why Ranma
had been chosen. She reached into her apron and withdrew an amulet with
a five-pointed Star Of Satan on it. If all went well she would have a new
partner in crime. True enough, Ranma would not be able to change back and
that would no doubt raise some questions but if all went well Ranma wouldn't
care anyway. "Congratulations, Ranma." Kasumi whispered "You're going to
be my new best friend." Her voice was the same soft melodic tone that made
people trust her so much. "We're going to play a little game over the next
few days. You like games, don't you, Ranma?" Ranma was still asleep. "Of
course you do." said Kasumi as she put the amulet around Ranma's neck. "And
as long as you have this nothing will stop us from playing our little game.
Not until the game is done. After all, a game is no fun if you don't get to
finish playing it." In the dark, Kasumi smiled.
Day One: The Beginning Of The End
Monday The 9th
I was wondering what we should do. It had snowed a little last night
and all of Nerima was covered in a thin white bed sheet. Of course, that was
not what concerned me really. I got a bad feeling when we passed the Tendo
house. I already knew what was going on. "You know what's about to happen
around here as well as I do." I told Aeris "I'm talking about witchcraft. And
I don't mean the cute, innocent kind of thing performed by thirteen year old
delivery witches, if you get my drift." "Of course I do." said Aeris
"You're about a subtle as a sledge hammer to the back of the head, Sukira."
"My subtlety it not what concerns me. It's what's going on and the fact
that we're supposed to ignore it." "It's not our job right now." said
Aeris "This is a matter we couldn't change anyway. Just leave the rest to
fate." "I don't trust fate." I grumbled. We continued to walk down
the street.
**********
"Why are you staying a girl?" Nabiki asked during breakfast that
morning. "Cause I feel like it, okay?" said Ranma-Chan. She was more
irritable than usual today. Nabiki was a little confused. Akane was
unbelievably quiet and kept tossing dark glances at Kasumi, Ranma and
herself. Ranma was staying a girl (and where had she gotten tha weird amulet
with the five-pointed star on it?). And she could have *sworn* she saw dried
blood on the knife Kasumi was using that morning. Nabiki tried to
reassure herself it was just a touch of paranoia brought on by the recent
Nerima Massacres and how she had almost been hunted down just like (Ryoga?
Mousse? Gosunkugi? Sanzenin? Kuno? Kodachi? Sasuke? Happosai? Hiroshi?
Daisuke? Ken Sephiroth? So many names so little time). She resummed eating
and avoided looking at Akane, Ranma or Kasumi at all costs. This time it
*really* wasn't any of her business... and she wanted to keep it that way.
**********
Furinkan High had been closed until further notice. Partly to let recent
incidents cool off and partly because they needed a new principal. After
Principal Kuno had wound up sliced and diced by party (or parties) unknown.
Doc Tofu couldn't identify the killer's killer. He couldn't even tell
who injected him with the anethstetic that had knocked him out. It was pretty
pathetic actually.
But as far as anyone knew (or cared) the whole thing was over.
**********
Azusa Shiratori would have debated that theory. Ever since she had
found Mikado Sanzenin's disembodied hand lying on her night table she stopped
doing anything. She stopped collecting new cute little things for her
collection and giving them french names. She stopped leaving the house. She
pretty much stopped leaving her room. She had even stopped getting dressed in
the morning. She never answered the phone and she rarely got any sleep. The
only time she dozed off was when she's been awake so long she no longer had a
choice and then it was always during daylight hours. She had become
completely paranoid. *BRIING!* Azusa hid under her bedcovers when
the phone rang. *BRIING!* Everyone had told her it was over,
right? This couldn't be that maniac. He was dead...right? She slowly
reached her hand out, picked up the phone and slowly brought it back.
"H-hello?" she said quietly. "Azusa. This is Akane Tendo." Azusa was
somewhat intrigued. "What do you want?" asked Azusa. "Azusa, I know who
killed Mikado Sanzenin." That was all she needed to say.
**********
Akane was about to leave to see Azusa Shiratori in person... when she
heard a scratching sound. She looked around and saw nothing. *scratch,
scratch, scratch* It sounded like a cat that wanted to be let in.
*scratch, scratch, scratch* It was coming from the dojo. Akane slowly
followed the sound while her mind screamed at her not to do it. It was
Nabiki's voice yelling at her about the *rules* of Slasher Fics again.
*scratch, scratch, scratch* It was probably Ranma just trying to scare
her or something. The problem was that she didn't know what the 'something'
might be. She slowly opened the door to the dojo. It was too dark for her to
see anything. She should turn back now! Absolutely! She closed the door
behind her. *scratch, scratch, scratch* Where was it coming from?
*scratch* She couldn't see anything. *scratch* It was
around here somewhere. *scratch* She turned around. There was light
streaming through several small little slashes in the dojo's sliding door.
Either it was in the room with her-- (One, Two) or it was just
outside. She opened the door again. When she got out into the hallway--
(Kasumi's coming for you.) she saw nothing. She somehow decided now was
as good a time as any to leave. As she left she didn't hear the sound of
someone snickering at her just down the hall.
**********
Azusa Shiratori was not going to be of much help to Akane's revenge
plan as she was now. She was still hidden away in her little corner of the
Shiratori household when Akane got there. She was hidden under her bed cover
like a little child who was afraid of the boogeyman. "Azusa?" said
Akane. Azusa almost hit the ceiling. Clearly, she hadn't heard anyone
else's voice for a long time. Or maybe Akane had just surprised her.
"Who... Who is it?" asked Azusa. "It's me, Akane." Azusa's fear
and panic faded a little. But only a little. This was going to take
some time.
**********
Around nine o' clock that evening in a suburban district to the
north-west of the Nerima district. Along the edge on the district in a
surprisingly metropolitan area was one of the many franchises of the Crystal
Lake Video Stores Of Japan, named after an American resort in another
suburban district off to the south-east of Tokyo. The chain was owned
partly by the American BlockBuster conglomerate but the majority was owned by
Japanese investors. In fact, it sort of looked like a BlockBuster video with
the large blue sign with yellow type. There were two guys behind the
cashier terminal that evening, three others stocking videos on shelves and
about two dozen or so customers. One of the guys behind the counter was
getting bored. That's when he heard it. The ear-piercing sound like
fingernails on a chalkboard... only worse. "Would you quit doing that?!" he
told the other guy behind the counter. "Wasn't me." said the other
guy. The first man went over to the front window. There were four
perfect white lines, scratches, in the glass. He took a closer look. Just
then, the window almost exploded in his face as a gloved hand with four
little blades, one on each finger like metal claws, smashed through the
window and grabbed onto his head. Everyone, especially the clerk,
started screaming. He was yanked through the window where his screams
continued for a few seconds before dying off as horrid gurglings. Everything
was quiet again. For a while no one had the nerve to go anywhere near the
broken window. The second clerck slowly approached the window. Just as he
got within a foot of the broken glass a dark, cloaked figure with an ax
jumped through. The figure quickly swung the ax smashing the blade into the
side of the clerk's head and sending him through the next pane of glass.
The figure was Kasumi. The customers started to back away. Two of them
made a mad dash for the door. Just as they had almost at escaped, Ranma-Chan,
who was also wearing a dark cloak, stepped through the door. Both would-be
escapees were skewered like a shishkabab on the Saotome family katana.
Ranma mercilessly yanked the sword from it's victims. "Watch where your
going!" she shouted. She was carrying a gas can in her other hand which was
adorned with one of the clawed gloves. "How inconsiderate can you get?"
said Kasumi "Now there's blood on that lovely clean sword." Her metal claws
left little grooves in the handle of the ax. "Perhaps we should do something
about this lack of respect." "Indeed." said Ranma-Chan as she set down the
gas can. She peered under the front counter. Under the counter was a handgun,
a Browning GP-35. "My, my. Looks like someone doesn't trust the average
customer." She raised the gun and, in one smooth motion, shot two of the
customers. The other customers screamed and retreated further to the back of
the store. "This is kinda fun." said Ranma-Chan in what would normally be
a cheery school girl voice. She picked off another two customers.
Meanwhile, a guy who was either very stupid or very bold (or possibly both)
was trying to sneak up on Kasumi. Kasumi reached out and grabbed his head
with her clawed hand. "You shouldn't sneak up on people like that." she
said in a scornful mother's tone. She started to close her hand and the claws
started to sink into the guy's skull. He should've taken a hint after the
clerks had bitten the dust. Hell, he could see the second clerk's blood and
bits of brain on the floor if he'd bothered to look. Now Kasumi's claws were
digging into his own head while blood ran down his face. The sounds of
gunshots were ringing in his ears. *Click !* Ranma's gun was just dry
firing now. "Oh, well." she shrugged and pitched the gun over her shoulder.
Only a few customersleft. She picked up the gas can and unscrewed the cap.
Kasumi dropped the customer she been torturing. He was finished too. A
couple of never-give-up-and-never-say-die customers made a break for it
Alas, their never-say-die attitude was ill advised. Kasumi managed to bring
down the ax on the first one's head and Ranma-Chan kicked the second guy in
the stomach causing him to fall backwards. Ranma-Chan sat down on her
victim's chest, gas can still in hand, and pressed one of her claws against
the side of his face. "Hey! Kasumi!" she shouted cheerfully "I wanna show
you something. I got this idea from a movie I saw." Kasumi yanked the
blade of the ax from it's second victim and turned to see what Ranma was up
to. With one quick movement Ranma-Chan hacked off the guy's right ear.
He screamed at the top of his lungs. Ranma found this highly amusing and so
did Kasumi. Ranma proceeded to splash the guy in the face with gasoline.
She got up off of him, not that he was going anywhere for he was writhing
in agony on the floor. Ranma started splashing everything in sight with
gasoline. When she was done she tossed it over her shoulder. "Did you bring
the matches?" asked Ranma. Kasumi reached into her pocket and retrieved
a small book of matches."I just love bonfires, don't you?"
"Definitely." Kasumi struck the match and tossed it gently into a small
puddle of gas which immediately burst into flames followed by other pools and
puddles (and the guy who's ear Ranma cut off who was definitely screaming
even louder now) catching fire. Kasumi and Ranma decided that now would
be a good time to make their retreat. As soon as they were about twenty feet
from the store they turned back to take a look at their handywork.
"Not bad for an evening." said Kasumi. "What now?" asked Ranma-Chan "Do we
sing Koombayah or something?"
End Of Day One
-Stephen Schlueter
December 7
--
"Look, Jiji, There's the ocean!"
"Big deal. It's just a big puddle of water."
-Kiki's Delivery Service
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