[Ranma][FanFic] Urban Legends H20 (Urban Legends 2) Pt.1
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(Urban Legends 2)
A Slasher Fic By Stephen "The Angel In Black" Schlueter
Warning: This fic contains gratuitous violence, profanity and other bad stuff
associated with Slasher films. You have been warned.
"Someone is trying to make a sequel. So we need to observe the rules of the
sequel. Rule #1. The body count is always bigger. Rule #2. The death scenes
are always much more elaborate. More blood. More gore."
-Scream 2
Wes Craven/Kevin Williamson
Part One: October 21.
Ten Days After The 1st Nerima Massacre
The voice on the phone was unmistakable. Even with Akane's faded memory of
the night at Furinkan High which had seen the end of poor Ryoga, Mousse and
not-so-poor Happosai. But everything Akane knew was from the papers. But she
knew the voice. She could still remember that horribly distorted voice.
"Hello, Akane." it said "Remember me?" Could it really be happening all over
again? So soon? "What's wrong, Akane?" said the voice "You'd think you were
talking to a ghost." It was the principal.. right? It had to be. They found
the murder weapons in his desk. He was the only suspect. so why was he
disguising his voice? Force of habit? Akane tried to control her breathing
but she couldn't she was hyperventolating. Ranma got up from the breakfast
table. "What is it, Akane?" he asked. "Yes. What is it, Akane?" replied the
voice. "I-it's him!" said akane. "Who?" asked Nabiki. "I-it's the killer!"
replied Akane who was rapidly becoming unglued. Ranma, Nabiki and Kasumi all
simultaniously looked at each other.
**********
"So who is it?" asked Ukyo. The perpatrators of the first Nerima Massacre
were all standing in Uuchan's okonomi-yaki discussing the copycat who had
called Akane. It was ironic since they had copycatted the conpsiracy made up
of Tatewaki Kuno (dead), Mikado Sanzenin (dead), Hikaru Gosunkugi (dead),
Happosai (very dead), Ryoga Hibiki (dead and roasted), Principal Kuno
(roasted like a marshmallow) and Mousse (Duck A l'Orange, anyone?). But there
was an eighth, less involved conspirator. Akane. The second conspiracy of
Ukyo, Ranma, Shampoo, Nadoka, Nabiki, and Kasumi decided not to *kill* Akane.
They planned to make her life a living hell. Of the group only Nadoka was
somewhat skeptical of their actions. She was in this conspiracy for her son
and that alone. She planned on getting out as soon as possible. "How should
I know?" grumbled Ranma. "Incidentally." said Nadoka "The Principal's body
went missing yesterday." "Should we go looking for it?" asked Kasumi.
"Nah." said Nabiki "We'll only incriminate ourselves." "But what if
Principal not really dead?" asked Shampoo. "Get real." said Ukyo "He's a
horribly mangled and deep fried mess with a plastic ghost mask permanantly
melted to his face." "That no mean he dead." said Shampoo. "Does that mean
we get to kill him again?" said Kasumi with a twinkle in her eye. She had
started becoming maniacal and psychotic as soon as the conspiracy had
started. "He's dead, Kasumi." said Ranma "Someone must've found him, that's
all." "There goes our sequel." grumbled Nabiki.
**********
The dark, cloaked figure stumbled it's way through the woods near Nerima.
The white ghost mask almost glowed in the darkness. The man in the ghost mask
had managed to find a pay phone on the road a couple of miles back just
before he entered the woods. He'd called Akane to scare her. He wasn't sure
why. He still had the voice changer which was the only way he could sound
remotely human anymore. But he didn't have a weapon. He would need one to
get his revenge.
**********
Kasumi stood in the darkened kitchen and paced back and forth. No sequel?
She needed a sequel! She needed that bizarre thrill of killing someone. It
had become almost a ritual with her. Ever since she had hacked up Mikado
Sanzenin and left his disembodied hand in Azusa Shiratori's bed room. It was
an almost vampire like urge to become soaked in blood. It was a thrill she
had to have. She wondered if it was some kind of weird sadist sexual thing.
Maybe it was. But that didn't make the urge go away. It made it worse. She
walked over to the rack which held all of her (or was it her late mother's?)
kitchen knives. Shiny, gleaming blades that almost seemed alive in Kasumi's
warm little hands. As though they were pleading with her. Pleading for her to
dull their shiny surfaces with blood. How come she never got this feeling
before when she was using those same knives to chop carrots or dice onions?
She took one of the big ol' knives from the rack and used the point of it to
make a small insicion in her finger. She watched the blood dribble from the
cut. Somehow it wasn't enough. It could never be enough. If she wasn't
going to get the sequel they had planned she was going to have to make her
own.
**********
Kasumi wandered the shadows of Nerima for almost an hour before she found
someone. A high school boy not any older than Ranma. 'Doesn't he know how
dangerous it is to walk around alone at night?' thought Kasumi. She smiled.
Somehow she was pretty sure she wasn't considered one of the predators of the
night by anyone who knew her. Hiding proved incredibly easy when she was
wearing the black cloak. The same cloak she'd worn when she attacked Mikado
Sanzenin in the park with an ax. She didn't have an ax this time. This time
she had a different plan all together. She put on the ghost mask and picked
up the largest rock she could find and snuck up behind the boy as he strolled
down the road. He didn't know what hit him. Kasumi smashed the rock against
the back of his head. He was still alive but no longer conscious. Kasumi
dragged him away.
**********
Kasumi dropped the dead weight she had been carryng in the empty bath tub
as she tried to decide his fate. She went to the kitchen and came back with
all her kitchen knives. Kasumi had alway wanted to try amatuer surgery. But
what kind of surgery? She decided to have a crack at all of them and then
chop him up for spare parts. She tied him down and gagged him. If he woke up
at any point during the 'operation' he would no doubt scream and try and get
away. She had to avoid that possibility. Kasumi picked her first knife and
went to work. The boy was already starting to come around when Kasumi made
her first cut. The sequel had begun.
**********
After Kasumi was done she (and everything else in the bathroom) was
spattered with blood.
It was still going to be a couple of hours before the people in the house
woke up.
Kasumi set to work cleaning up her mess and putting the remains of her
victim/patient in garbage bags.
In under an hour she was done.
End Of Part One
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