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Previous chapters can be found on RAAC (chapter 2 in the ffml archive).

Warning: There is gore in this fic.  A lot of gore.  If you do not like
gore, please do not read the following.
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    A Broken Casket
    Chapter 3


 Now that Ryoga was dead and herself avenged, Ranma-chan 
skipped merrily along the unfamiliar streets of Nerima.  Sirens blared 
in the distance, and she wondered what that could be about.  With what 
little she could remember about Nerima, the police force usually left 
them alone, because of the property destruction associated with her.  
This time though, the patrol cars seem to be in hurry.  Curious, 
she followed to see what could warrant the dispatch of 5 police cars.  
>From what she could remember, Nerima wasn't a big place, and 
dispatching five police cars would require a major incident.  

 The police cars sped away at top speed, drifting through 
various turns like professional racers, leaving Ranma-chan running 
after the cars' trails.  A few minutes later, the cars stopped 
abruptly, skidding to a halt.  From her position in the rather far-off 
distance, she could make out several uniformed people exiting the car 
and bent over next to the wall, touching their stomachs.  As she 
neared them, she could hear sounds of retching, and wondered what was 
going on.

 One of the officers got out of the car and walked towards 
her, telling her that it was a crime scene and civilians are forbidden 
to go near.  At least that was what Ranma-chan thought he said 
anyway.  Being curious, she paid him no mind and continued walking 
towards the crime scene.  Behind her, she could hear the officer pull 
out his gun and aim it at her, shouting out a word of warning.  
Ranma-chan ignored him and continued walking.

 With a loud bang, the uniformed man sent a red-hot bullet 
whizzing towards his target.  Ranma-chan sensed danger behind her, and 
jumped to her side immediately to avoid the bullet, but got grazed in 
the arm by the bullet then turned around in mid-air to face him.  What 
she saw didn't please her.  The officer's gun was smoking, and it was 
pointed at her.  She narrowed her eyes at the man in annoyance, and 
sprinted towards him in a blur.  He pulled on the trigger several 
times, shooting more bullets towards her.  

 All the officer saw was a red blur moving towards him at 
insane speeds, then the blur seemed to duck and weave as the bullets 
sped towards it, the bullets leaving columns of air behind it, yet 
not touching or slowing down the moving figure at all.  Last thing the 
man saw was a brief glimpse of a fist in front of his face.  

 More sounds of gunshots rang out from the distance, and 
Ranma-chan instinctively jumped high up into the air.  She spun around 
in mid-air to face the offenders, and found more bullets streaking 
through the air towards her.  With a cry of "Moko Takabisha!", she 
launched a large ki-blast at the offenders.  The blast impacted one of 
the five police cars, causing an explosion that triggered a chain 
reaction that resulted in a gigantic explosion of all five patrol 
cars.  Coupled with Ranma-chan's ki-blast, only a giant ten-foot wide 
crater remained.  The policemen were nowhere to be found, neither was 
whatever that caused the police to go there in the first place.

 Once Ranma-chan's feet made contact with the ground, she fell 
to her knees, clutching her head in pain.  The explosion of the police 
cars repeated over and over in her mind, and the amplified screams of 
the police officers as their cars blew up in front of their face was 
too much to bear, and she collasped unconscious on the ground.  

 She sat up with a groan and hung her head low, trying to 
remember what happened after the police officers talk to her.  It came 
up as a total blank.  She did notice that her hands were strangely red 
for some reason.  Crimson red.  The color of blood.  She panicked, and 
got up to search for water to wash her hands.  




 Ranma-chan soon found herself in front of a collection of 
pools, and bent down next to one, feverishly trying to scrub the red 
liquid off her hands.  Somewhere in her mind, a small voice cried out 
an unintelligible word of warning, but that was overriden by her 
current mission to rinse whatever it was that was on her hands.  Why 
wouldn't it go away?  Why was it still on her hands?  No matter what 
she did, it was still on her.  

 "Out, damn spot!" Ranma-chan shouted into her hands.  "Out 
with you!"

 No matter how hard she scrubbed her hands or what she 
scrubbed them with, the stain was still there, ever-present and 
never going away.  She found that the longer she scrubbed, the 
larger the stain got, and the stronger the smell of blood invaded 
her nostrils.  Soon, her entire hand was covered in the red liquid, 
and starting to drip onto the floor.  When she came to the 
conclusion that it was her own blood that was dripping, she thrusted 
the hand into a spring, hoping to clean it.

 A thin column of light appeared from the middle of the small 
pool, and soon grew in size until it covered the entire pool of 
water.  On the water's surface, Ranma-chan's blood streamed away from 
her hands, twirleding around in the water over and over again until 
the body of water turned to crimson.  The red liquid then levitated 
into the air as if it could defy gravity, and separated into strands, 
swirling around an invisible cylinder of some kind.  It then clustered 
together, wrapping around and over itself in a tangle and forming a 
roughly human shape.

 Right before her eyes, the mass refined into a familiar shape, 
a man wearing pig-tail, but completely in red, from hair color to skin 
color.  The "man" walked towards Ranma-chan, leaving red footprints on 
the ground as it walked.  It reached an arm out towards her, and she 
tried to swat the hand away, but only succeeded splashing the ground 
with blood.  A second later, blood spiraled out, from the splashed 
area, and regenerated the severed hand.  When the figure stepped 
towards her again, she backhanded the figure hard in the head, 
splashing blood everywhere.  Another second later, it regnerated the 
head as well, much to Ranma-chan's dismay.  

 When a Moko Takabisha yielded the same effect, or the lack 
thereof, she started to run away from it.  When she began to run, the 
living mass of blood seemingly collapsed onto the ground.  She 
stopped and began to smile at her apparent victory, she noticed that 
the pool of blood was moving.  Edging towards her, to be precise.  
Taking a step back, she saw that the blood mirrored her motions, only 
towards her.  Breaking out into a full sprint, she ran away from 
the pool of crimson.  As she turned her head backwards for a glimpse, 
she found that the blood was matching her speed, and gaining all the 
while.  She tried to push herself and run as fast as she could, but 
it still wasn't fast enough.  Moments later, she looked down and 
noted with horror that the blood was directly under her and 
following her.  She saw that the blood was once again levitating into 
the air, trying to surround her.  She continued running at top speed 
while frantically punching and kicking the column of blood that crept  
higher and higher around her, with no apparent effect.  When the 
column of blood completely surrounded her, it made a loud popping 
sound and enveloped her completely, drowning out her loud scream.  
The blood seemingly concentrated and disappeared, leaving an unhurt 
Ranma-chan behind.

 As she looked around her surroundings, she realized that she 
really didn't know where she was.  The place was oddly familiar 
though, as if it was from a dream, a dream he dreamt long before, 
but could no longer remember.  Now she just need to remember where 
she saw those bamboo roots sticking out of those pools before...

 A voice came from behind him.  "Hello, former son-in-law."

 Startled, Ranma-chan spun around.  In front of her stood a 
woman that was only three feet tall and standing on a pogo stick, 
and had long white hair flowing all the way down to the ground.  
Her whole body was wrinkled, and she seemed like hundreds of years 
old.  Why did she call me son-in-law though?  she wondered.

 Then she realized that there were two more people standing 
beside her.  One was a stunningly beautiful woman with long flowing 
purple pair down to mid-back, and wearing a loose-fitting dress that 
parted at a pair of long, shapely legs.  She was holding hands with 
a man wearing thick glasses and a long white robe.

 "Why did you call me son-in-law?" Ranma-chan asked the short 
woman.

 "You mean, you don't remember?" The woman asked.

 "I said, why did you call me son-in-law?"  she repeated.  
After all, she was a girl, wasn't she?  "And who are you people?"

 "I was afraid of that," the woman merely said.  Was that 
sadness she heard in the old woman's voice?

 "Afraid of what?" Ranma-chan asked.  Suddenly, almost 
imperceptibly, her expression changed from puzzlement to 
something unrecognizable.

 Before she could say another word, the three people had 
formed a circle around her.  "I'm sorry, Ranma," the woman with 
purple hair said.

 When Shampoo looked into Ranma-chan's eyes, she paled and 
turned around to face her companions, something in Mandarin in a 
frightened voice.  Ranma-chan didn't know what she said, and she 
didn't care either.  She found herself flying towards Mousse, who 
changed her trajectory with a punch to the midsection, sending 
her back to where she started from.  

 She jumped up, and flew towards Mousse again.  Mousse 
tried the same thing, but this time Ranma-chan's fist met Mousse's 
head on.  A loud cracking sound was heard by the combatants, 
followed by a painful scream.  Mousse staggered backwards, 
clutching his arm.

 Ranma-chan walked up to Shampoo and stared at her in the 
eyes.  Before anyone could see what happened, Shampoo was thrown 
back 50 feet, and Ranma-chan was still at the exact spot she was in 
before.  When she turned to face Cologne, she noticed out of the 
corner of her eye that Mousse was running over to Shampoo.  
Deciding that it was safe, she turned her full attention to 
Cologne.  Almost instinctively, she knew that the old woman was not 
to be taken lightly.

 Cologne ran towards Ranma-chan, and tried to stab her with the 
pogo stick at blazing speed.  She kept up and blocked Cologne's every 
blow, much to Cologne's surprise.  Feeling something stab her in the 
back, and turned around.  Mousse had his right hand extended towards 
her.  Feeling wetness on her shirt, she felt around the back of her 
shirt and pulled out something that was portruding from it.  Bringing 
it to the front, she found that it was a dagger.  With an angry growl, 
she ran towards Mousse, and punched him with the same speed that 
Cologne attacked him before.  him could only block a fraction of 
the attack, and the rest impacted with his ribs amidst a fury of 
cracking sounds.  That was, until Shampoo joined in and combined 
her efforts with him, driving Ranma-chan back.

 "You have become a menace, Ranma,"  Cologne said calmly.  "I 
recently had a vision that you would be back, looking for revenge.  A 
few minutes ago, Akane Hibiki called and told Shampoo about a very 
strange homicidal case being investigated by the police.  A man was 
reportedly dismembered by an extremely strong person.  I suspected, 
and now knew, that it was you."

 Ranma-chan seemed to be in a brief moment of struggle with 
herself, and stopped attacking.  "What?" she asked. "Brought... 
back?"  

 She tried to remember what she needed to be brought back from, 
but only came up with a blank.  Before she could think any further, 
a hit registered on the back of her head, and she turned around with 
a gleam in her eyes.  Shampoo was looking at her partially crushed 
bonbori in shock, and Ranma-chan took the opportunity to attack.  
With an uppercut to the spherical part of the bonbori, she knocked the 
metal ball off its handle and it flew towards Shampoo, hitting her in 
the face.  She fell onto the ground with a thud, and the bonbori 
rolled off her face and onto the floor, revealing a broken, bleeding 
nose.  

 With a howl, Mousse jumped towards Ranma-chan, launching a 
myraid of weapons at her.  She grabbed one of his chains and then 
spun on her feet, rotating him around, then released him and sent him 
flying him towards Cologne.  Caught off guard, Cologne couldn't dodge 
the flying Mousse and they fell, Mousse lying on top of Cologne.  The 
two got back up, practically fuming, and launched themselves towards 
Ranma-chan.  The three Amazons surrounded her, and began to attack 
her from all sides.

 Cologne jumped off her stick and thrusted it towards 
Ranma-chan.  As if on cue, the couple followed suit, one jabbing a 
knife at her, the other pulling out another pair of bonboris and 
started attacking her with them.  Even though they were all attacking 
from different directions, it almost seemed as though Ranma-chan 
could be in two, even three places at once.  When Shampoo brought a 
bonbori up to hit Ranma-chan, she threw a lightning-fast punch at 
Shampoo's face, hitting her in the mouth and causing her to drop her 
bonbori in pain and shock.  She cursed loudly in Mandarin as the 
fallen bonbori found her foot.

 At the same time that Shampoo brought up her bonbori, Mousse 
launched a volley of sharp objects towards Ranma-chan.  With simple 
kicks and punches, she somehow redirected all of the weapons back 
to the owner, except with the sharp end pointed to him as well.  He 
tried to dodge as many of his own weapons as he could, but he shot 
too many towards her, and couldn't possibly dodge all of them when 
they came back at him.  With almost audible piercing sounds, Mousse 
was hit by numerous of his own projectiles.  Some merely grazed him, 
some were slighly embedded into his body and some came flying out 
through his back, making clear holes through his body.  With an 
enraged cry, Cologne propelled herself at Ranma-chan, stick extended 
in a strike.  Ranma-chan wound her arm back, and punched at the 
diminuitive woman.  A fraction of a second later, she felt a hit, 
and went flying away from the battlefield.  Now that she was away, 
she saw that Ranma-chan was attacking feverishly.  At the speed that 
she was moving, she seemed as though she was teleporting from place 
to place, attacking and defending as neccessary, but never missing 
an attack.  In only a short moment after Cologne was thrown back, 
she went from defensive to full offensive.  Mousse and Shampoo 
tried to defend themselves, but they couldn't keep up with 
her unpredictable movement.  One second she would be hitting 
Mousse in the back, the next she could be following up with hitting 
Mousse or moving on to uppercutting Shampoo in the stomach.  
Cologne frowned, and went back into battle, hoping to defeat 
Ranma-chan in their combined efforts.  She had no idea how 
Ranma-chan got this good even being locked up for two decades, but 
it didn't look good for them right now.

 Cologne was surprised when she rejoined the fight.  Mousse 
and Shampoo already LOOK defeated, even though they weren't yet, 
while Ranma-chan looked as if the fight just started.  Shampoo's 
hair was a mess, her dress was torn in several places, and she was 
breathing hard as if she had just ran a marathon.  Mousse was none 
the better.  His glasses were nowhere to be found, he had a number 
of cuts and holes on his body, and the long sleeves on his robe 
were ripped off.  How Ranma-chan was able to achieve all that in 
the short time that Cologne was away, she didn't know.  

 Cologne stabbed at Ranma-chan from behind, but she somehow 
sensed it and sidestepped the attack, and Cologne ended up hitting 
Shampoo, who was standing in front of Ranma-chan.  Cologne paused 
when she realized that she hit her own great-granddaughter.  The 
hesitation lasted for merely a fraction of a second, but it was 
enough for Ranma-chan to take advantage upon.  Grabbing Cologne's 
stick, she yanked it away from her.  Cologne couldn't win the 
contest of strength and lost her primary weapon.  While Cologne 
still had her arm extended just after losing the tug of war, 
Ranma-chan grabbed it with lightning speed, pushed her forearm up 
and her bicep down.  A sickening crack was heard by the three 
combatants, followed by a loud scream.  Ranma-chan went on as if 
nothing happened.  Cologne stepped back, holding her limp right arm.  
The remaining two combatants yelled, "Great-grandmother!" and 
started furiously attacking.  

 Cologne saw everything with crystal clarity, even over her 
own pain.  Mousse and Shampoo tried their best to fight Ranma-chan, 
but it wasn't enough.  For every attack they tried on her, she 
always had a counterattack ready for them, no matter how they 
attacked.  Even when they attacked in perfect synchronization, 
she was somehow able to teleport behind one of them and deliver an 
attack, then take down the other fighter.  They couldn't even come 
close to hitting her, but she could hit them with painful accuracy.  
And painful was rather close to the truth, judging from their 
expression every time they got hit.

 Finally, Cologne couldn't stand it anymore and went back 
to attacking Ranma-chan with as much speed and power as she could 
without her right arm or her weapon.  That proved to be a mistake, 
however.  In the middle of attacking Ranma-chan with the Kaschuu 
Tenshin Amguriken, Cologne felt, painfully, every bone in her left 
arm shatter.  Determined to defeat Ranma-chan, she reached deep 
inside herself, and mentally tapped the appropriate shiatsu points 
with her ki to stop the pain, and started kicking.  Since she was 
only about three feet tall, she couldn't do much in the way of 
kicking.  And it showed.  Within minutes, Cologne saw a fist 
heading straight for her head.  The second before the hit made 
contact, she remembered what was nagging her in the beginning.  
It was something her sensei said, a long time ago:  


 "Beware, Ku Lon.  Insanity is a force to be reckoned with.  
While a normal person can do a great deal of damage throughout an 
insane streak, a trained martial artist is extremely deadly when 
his or her pysche shatters."  Pulling his shirt partially open, 
he revealed to Cologne a long, pink-ish battle scar that was 
clearly visible.  "This is what an insane martial artist did to 
me.  My sensei was fighting with him, and he gave me this scar even 
when I was watching from all the way off on the sidelines.  He 
didn't even need to approach me to cause this."


 Before Cologne could think of anything else, she felt 
Ranma-chan's fist made contact with her head for a nanosecond, then 
nothing.

 Shampoo and Mousse saw everything though.  They saw 
Ranma-chan's fist hit Cologne's skull, and then saw her fist exit 
from the other side, coupled with Cologne's head rupturing like 
overheated popcorn.  Unable to react, they stood there, mouth agape.  
That proved to be their undoing.  Ranma-chan did a leg sweep, and 
cut Shampoo's feet off at her ankles.  Shampoo screamed and fell to 
the ground, blood gushing out from her ankles.  

 Mousse screamed and charged Ranma-chan as she was standing 
up.  she somehow rematerialized behind Mousse, causing him to 
over-extend the attack and lose his balance.  As he was falling, she 
jumped, and planted her right knee on his pelvis, pushing him down to 
the ground even faster.  A loud crunch followed.  Shampoo threw her 
bonbori's at her as a last resort, but she caught it with ease.  
Mousse turned over and started throwing an unending volley of weapons 
at Ranma-chan, but the pain was affecting his aim and a large part of 
the weapons missed her, and she skillfully dodged the rest.

 When Mousse finally ran out of weapons, Ranma-chan went 
through the ones that she caught.  She found a number of daggers, 
some knifes, a few defused bombs, among various other harmless toys.  
Picking out the daggers, she threw them back to their owner.  Through 
the owner's wrists and thighs.  Mousse screamed.  Shampoo yelled out 
something in Mandarin, and he stopped screaming.

 Ranma-chan took the knives out and started walking towards 
Shampoo.  Mousse was yelling at Ranma-chan to stop right there and 
not got any further or face death, but she ignored him.  She kneeled 
down before Shampoo.  "Sham...poo?  That sounds familiar..." she 
muttered to herself.  Just then, something flashed in her eyes, and 
she stared at Shampoo with hatred.  "You just HAD to marry Mousse 
didn't you?  I was trapped on that godforsaken island for years, and 
you didn't care.  You just married somebody else."

 "Ranma disappeared one day.  We look everywhere, but no 
find Ranma.  Shampoo had no choice but to give" Shampoo said, fear 
in her voice.  "Shampoo loved Ranma, but no can wait for him and 
that good month in Jusenkyo no can count."

 Ranma-chan's eyes lit up with fire.  "Doesn't count?"  
Ranma-chan drew a knife across Shampoo's biceps.  Shampoo bit her 
lips.  "Doesn't count?"  She stabbed each of Shampoo's breast, 
thrusting through her ripcage and making small holes on her body.  
"DOESN'T COUNT?? I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT DOESN'T COUNT!"  Ranma-chan 
thrusted the knife into Shampoo's nether region, then pulled it 
upwards.  Shampoo DID scream this time.  All the while, Mousse was 
yelling at the top of his voice.  But no matter how hard he tried, 
he just couldn't get up.  

 "Wait your turn," Ranma-chan told Mousse.  He ignored her, 
and kept yelling for her to stop doing that to Shampoo.  With an 
annoyed growl, she jumped over to Mousse.  When he opened his mouth 
again, she reached into his mouth and pulled out his tongue, then 
cut it in half with her knife.  Tossing the severed tongue off to 
a side, she went back to Shampoo and left Mousse moaning in pain 
and anger.

 Ranma-chan kneeled down next to Shampoo and kissed her on 
the lips.  Shampoo resisted, and then spat at her in the face.  She 
calmly wiped it off, and put her hands on Shampoo's shirt.  With a 
cry, Shampoo tried to hit Ranma-chan with both hands.  Ranma-chan 
produced two knives out of nowhere, and pinned Shampoo's wrists down 
onto the ground with them, one knife through each palm.  Shampoo bit 
her lips hard, and tears started to well up, but she refused to give 
out any acknowledgement of pain.  Ranma-chan ripped Shampoo's shirt 
apart, revealing her round breasts, covered with blood.  She licked 
Shampoo's breasts, savoring every last drop of blood.  She then 
proceeded to bite on them, taking raw, bloody chunks out with her 
teeth.  Shampoo moaned in pain, but that only seemed to encourage 
Ranma-chan, who continued to take bites out of her full, round 
breasts.  After reducing Shampoo's breasts to little more than bumpy 
lumps with teeth marks, she stood up and cocked her head to one side 
as if listening to something.  

 "Oh, yeah," she said.  "I forgot."  She gathered a small ki 
ball of ki in her hands, and sent it whirling towards the 
still-immboile Mousse.  With a painful cry, the area covering 
Mousse's most important part was dyed red.

 Ranma-chan got up and grabbed Shampoo's bonbori's, and said, 
"Tell your _friends_, the _Hibikis_, that I'm coming for them,"

 She stopped after only only taking a few steps away, and 
looked back as she suddenly made a decision.  Walking back to the 
fallen and crying duel, she spoke up.  "On second thought, I'll tell 
them myself."  Then she threw Shampoo's steel bonboris into the air.  
One landed on Shampoo's face, and the other one on Mousse's.  
Something that sounded like the crushing of watermelons reached 
Ranma-chan's ears, and she smiled.

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