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Wraith
DISCLAIMER: Ranma 1/2 characters created by Rumiko Takahashi. This work
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Prolouge
The cold night air blew through the streets of Tokyo, causing most to pull
their jackets or their companions closer to them. Most were heading in from
a night of fun with friends and loved ones, some where heading out to commit
darker deeds, and one watched silently as a crime was commited. No one came
to this area at this time, and if they did they quickly left and would swear
to th day they died that they'd seen nothing, had never even been there. If
called the police would be to late, the gangss knew what they were doing.
The deal was already made and the merchandise was ready for delivery. Once
the cash changed hands they would be on their way. However, their normal
plans were due for an unpleasant interruption.
A grim smile slowly stretched across the face of the one who obsereved it
all. He adjusted the sniper scope and looked at the people surrounding the
house. One in a long line in such places supposedly secure for such deals.
Two guards at the front door and a few others patrolling the immediate area.
Shifting his view to a window he saw the to leaders shake, his cue. Without
preamble he pressed the button on the detonator. The whole building went up
in a brilliant display of fireworks. The blast knocked down most of the men
patrolling and blew out the windows of the cars parked near by. As he began
to pick off the few surviors with his gun he briefly thought he may have
over done it with the explosives, but quickly crushed that thought. He was
here to make a point to the gangs. This was supposed to be a secure place.
Completely safe from any intrusion, yet he'd gotten in and that would go
along way to making them realize that they were not safe from him.
His sights dropped on one man struggling to rise to his feet. He pulled
the trigger and decorated the boxes behind the man with grey matter. His
sights dropped on to a man running out of the building, covered in flames.
It would be merciful to put the man down instead of letting him burn. He
smiled and packed up his gun, they were not deserving of mercy. With his
weapons packed away the dark figure quickly disappeared into the night.
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Barely an hour later he is in his sanctuary a rented storage facility.
Varying types of guns, knives and explosives lined the wall. Some bought
most taking from scum who no longer needed them. The sniper rifle he'd used
tonight was one such weapon. The little facility was owned by a man who
wouldn't ask questions if the price was right, and that suited him just
fine. No one who knew him, knew his other self would find it. It was to far
away, but for him it was a few minutes at a brisk jog. He quickly removed
his dark clothing and slipped into to his other selfs trademark cloths. Once
clothed he looked at himself in the mirror quickly flicking his pig-tail to
the other side and gave a smirk rarlely seen by anyone on this face. He hit
the light switch and exited the room.
The cool night air blew threw his hair as he lept over the roof tops. So
far he'd never been seen by his targets. They didn't know if he was one man,
two, maybe more and that's the way he liked it. The less they knew the more
scared they became, a feeling they were used inflicting on others. Well now
it was there turn to be scared. Now they wuld feel the pain of those who
suffered because of them and he would be the one to make sure they felt it.
When their debts were paid in blood then he would be satisfied, maybe.
He easily slipped into the bedroom his other self shared with the fat man.
He rufused to afford the man the respect the other did, and simply refrained
from killing him even though he propably deserved it. The fat man was
talking in his sleep, something about the joinging of two houses. He
scowled, this again, he really wished his other had the spine to settle this
instead of letting it go on. Many a time he'd seriously considered solving
the problem, not with deadly force but he was confident he could resolve it
his own way. He sighed as he slipped into bed. It wasn't his problem to
solve, the kid had to grow up and learn to stand on his own. He hoped it
would be soon. Readying himself the man pulled back his fist and puched
himself in the face, hard.
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Ranma blinked away the sting of the hit and shivered. He'd let him out
again. He never knew what he did, not until the morning knews at least, but
the knowledge he was out and unchecked made him nervous. He lay down into
his futon and pulled the covers as close to him as possible. Why did he let
this go on. Why did he allow this monster loose in the world even if he was
only after the bad guys. A flash of memory, a girl his age helping a young
Ranma deal with the loss of Ukyo. Another flash returning to the area after
a short trip and enjoying the company of the older girl. More images of
happy days
and night spent just sitting and talking. Another flash, the girl and her
family buthcered, their house blazing away into the night and 5 men in suits
walking away. He saw himself charge, and get soundly beaten by the men.
Another shot of himself in the hospital seeing his father talking to one of
the men, a new expression on his fathers face, Terror. A shot of his father
telling him it was all a dream and he is never to speak of it ever.
Ranma shivered, in that hospital stay his other self was born. All the
anger and helplessness he'd surpressed had manifested into a side of himself
he'd never thought possible and now it was loose, wreacking the vengence he
was incable of doing. He couldn't do it because of the honor and respect for
life that had been drilled into him. His other self was bound by no such
constraints and was free to commit his reign of terror against crime. As
Ranma drifted off to sleep he prayed that it would all work out in the end.
The end
Author notes: Don't know where this came from and I have no plans to
continue it. If anyone thinks they can do something with it be my guest just
let me know please.