On Wed, 12 Jun 1996, Mike W. Loader wrote:
On Tue, 11 Jun 1996, Peggy L. Hamill wrote:
This is the first ML release of mine, so please don't hold back on any
comments you would like to make.
Thomas Hamill
The title sounds interesting....but you have it in some bizzare form wot
me poor computer can't read. :(
Looks like a corrupted MS document. Anyway, here it is:
A Werewolf in Nerima
a completly original fanfiction by Thomas Hamill
C&C, comments, etc. Email at peggyh@jymis.com
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Deep below a mountain, two figures slept. One looked oddly human,
yet far to beautiful to have been of that race. The other, like some
creature out of legend. The second had fur covering it's entire body.
Golden fur. If not for the massive man shaped bod y, it could have been
mistaken for a wolf of monstrous proportions. The creature was sitting, as
if meditating. The beautiful human was chained to the floor with massive
silver links, each three inches thick. The floor began to pitch and turn.
And then th e ceiling began fall. Both pairs of eyes snapped open
simultaneously. The beasts silver eyes met the human's obsidian black
ones. Hatred flashed upon the wolf's face, then the chain links snapped,
the human was freed.
"Farewell, my other!" The human called to the beast. "I would send
you to hell myself, but the cave will do that for me!" Then laughing
maniacally, she left.
*Damn it!* Thought the wolf-thing. *She has escaped. I will [urk]*
The thought didn't complete itself, as a large chunk of the ceiling pinned
him against the floor.
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"And another mysterious murder has police baffled," the
anchor-woman on TV was saying. "This latest victim seems to have been
attacked by a wild animal. The only whole part of the man was his head,
and the neck had two small puncture wounds right over th e jugular vein.
Tune in at eleven for more details on this disturbing serial killer."
The girl sighed. "Oh, dear. I wonder who is doing such terrible
things." The girl had long brown hair, and appeared to be of oriental
descent. "I wonder if Father and Mr. Saotome are going to do anything
about that."
Just then, a two girls walked in through the door. "I can't
believe how stupid Kunou is." The red-headed, pig-tailed girl grumbled,
apparently angry about something.
"Well, it is your own fault, Ranma. If you had been watching where
you were going, you wouldn't have gotten splashed." The other girl said.
This one had brown hair, and was wearing very short cut-offs, and a
"tank-top" style shirt.
Panda-chan held up a sign that said <Ranma! Where is Akane? She is
your iinazuke, Ranma. You should be with her. Where is she, boy?> Then
handed the girl with a pigtail a kettle of water.
"Relax, Pop. We had another fight. She went home with one of her
friends." The red-headed girl said, pouring the kettle over her head. "She
got mad at me for not eating that poisonous stuff she calls 'food.'" The
now male Ranma said. Where once was a red -headed girl, now stood a boy.
He resembled the red head, but he was several inches taller and his hair
was black.
<How many times have I told you? She is your fiancee', son. You
must take care of her. Please, boy, give her a chance!> The panda's sign
said, then hit Ranma on the head... several times... with it.
"What ja do that for old man?" Ranma inquired, forcibly, then threw
the panda into the pond in the back yard.
"Father, are you and Mr. Saotome going to do anything about the
murders?" Kasumi asked pleasantly.
The father, Soun Tendo, was a man who appeared to be approaching
40 years old. "If we are asked to help out. But, now will you please start
cooking dinner?" Soun asked, his eyes becoming enlarged, and trying to
look cute. But failing miserably.
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The girl was sitting on the edge of the river, skipping stones.
She had short black hair, and was wearing the school uniform, a dress that
resembled a "sailor suit."
"Akane! Are you okay?" Another person asked, this one a male, who
was dressed in some type of red shirt and black pants.
Turning, the girl, now identified as Akane, shouted "Ranma! You
jerk. Leave me alone."
Slightly huffing from his run, Ranma started to say... something.
"Akane, I... are you okay?"
"You didn't even try that lunch! I spent three hours on it. I got
up extra early so I could cook for you." Akane said, apparently very
angry, her gray eyes as hard as granite. "You are such a jerk.'
Ranma stood there and looked guilty. Just as he was about to
apologize, a blood-curdling cry rang out.
"Nihao, Ranma! Ranma take Shampoo on date now, yes?" A purple
haired girl said, as the bike she was riding landed on Ranma.
Glaring at Shampoo, the purple haired vixen, Akane yelled "Ranma!
You jerk!" Just before she hit him with a transdimensional mallet. Then
she stormed off in the direction of her home.
Smiling to herself, the chinese amazon removed herself and her
bike, from on top of Ranma. "Violent tomboy reject Ranma. You take Shampoo
on date now?"
"No. Shampoo. Now. Leave," now Ranma was really mad. Sure this was
only about the hundredth time that he was going to apologize to Akane when
she interrupted. "Why do you do this? Are you trying to get me in trouble
with Pop and Akane?"Ranma turned a que stioning, yet definatly angry, look
upon the chinese amazon girl.
"Shampoo love Ranma!" She cried, her eyes closed. Then she
attempted a glomp onto him. But he wasn't there.
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The massive figure walked along, trying to get a bearing on the
other. He knew that she was in this city. He also knew that he must
destroy her. Stumbling along the crowded street, the noise of so many
people hurting his ears. Then he heard something. A slightly maniacal
laugh as a small figure bounded past with a large sack on his shoulder.
"Come back here hentai! Give us back our clothes!" The horde of
women screamed chasing after the old one.
"Excuse me, ladies?" The giant asked. "What has that one done?"
"That old pervert stole our... uh... unmentionables!" The women
chorused, everyone of them sounding thoroughly pissed off, then somewhat
embaressed.
"Allow me to intercede. I will return. Soon. And wait here." With
that the somewhat feral giant of a man ran after the ancient man.
Closer and closer. The distance between the two continued to
narrow.
*Damn it!* thought the smaller figure, the figure who was carrying
a sack as big as he was. *How can this man keep up with me? Not even Ranma
can do what that man is doing right now! And why is he chasing me?*
"Stop where you are, young one, and I will answer your questions!"
the rapidly gaining man said.
"Why should I do that, eh?" The diminuitive figure asked. "And why
did you call me young?"
"If you don't stop you will never know the answer to the questoins"
the rapidly approaching figure rumbled in his deep baritone voice.
Slowing down, the diminuitive pervert turned around to look at the
massive figure behind him. "Allright, now tell me who you are, why you
want me to stop, and why you called me young one."
"I am Willem. You stole some things that don't belong to you, and,
you are a fraction of my true age."
"Hmmmm. I am Happosai, the master of the Anything-Goes School of
martial arts. I think I recognize your mug from somewhere, but I can't
remember..." Happosai said. "Here, catch!" Happosai then threw a
Happodaikurin at the figure. Catching it, the massive
man looked at it quizically. Then it blew up.
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Deep inside a mountain, two coffins sat in the middle of the
floor. One was black with white designs etched into the lid and sides. The
other was a deep, dark brown.
As the sun slowly set the western horizen on fire with its glowing
rays of life, the black coffin shifted. And a graceful being stepped out.
To begin its hunt for another.
ent three hours on it. I got up extra earl
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The Chaotic Trickster - kergma@sv.net.au
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