This is quite a bit darker than my usual work.
This story contains violence and adult concepts. I don't really consider it
a 'drakfic', but don't read it, if you think it might upset you.
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Easy Prey
a fanfic by Chris Jones
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I have no legal right to use Ranma, or any other of Takahashi-sama's
characters. They all belong to her Nifty Impressiveness, KITTY, VIZ, and a
host of others. It's not really worth your time to sue me, though. If I had
any money, I would spend a lot more time watching Ranma videos than writing
stories.
The other, unnamed character, is my creation. If you want to use him, go
right ahead. I sure won't.
Feel free to distribute this work, but please credit me.
Read on:
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Okay. This is how it happens.
I'm stakin' out this house, right? Big house with a rock fence. There's a
bunch a people living there. I figures it's some kinda boardin' house or
sumthin'. There's always a bunch o' chicks around, so I figure, its like an
easy score, ya know. Problem is, there's about three or four chicks there
all the time, and about three or four guys there all the time, too. So's I
wait.
I waits around a couple days, and the big guy with the headband kinda
wanders off. Funny, cuz the guy's only wearin' a towel, like he gots lost
on the way to the can. Pro'ly just another head case. This stinkin' city's
full of 'em.
I watches, and he don't come back. So's like the next day, two o' the
chicks take off for school, like they always do. The young guy with the
weird hair goes with em. One of the chick's still inside, but the two old
guy's are still there. So's I waits some more.
The two younger chicks come home from school, or whatever, but the guy
with the weird hair ain't with 'em. I figures he got in a fight, or has job
or sumthin'. Mebe gone to see his chick. They bring this friend home, tho.
Cute chick, red hair and a pony tail. Hair looked real, too. Ya don't see
that much here. I looks her over real good, and decides, this is the one I
want. If it don't play out here, I follows her home, and does her there. Heh.
So's like it gets dark, and the two old guys go out boozin', or sumthin'.
They meets this little old guy a few blocks down, and are saucin' 'im up
pretty good with stuff they brought with 'em. Losers gonna be gone all
night. I waits a couple more hours, and then I jump the gate. I'm thinkin'
this is gonna be easy.
I looks in some windows, and all the lights are off. Looks like the girls
are gone to bed, so's I start lookin' for Red's window. I figure she's in a
room with one of the other chicks, so I get in, and put the other one to
sleep, and do Red, right? Then I'm out.
Nothing on the first floor, but a kitchen and livin' room, so I climbs up
to the second floor, and starts lookin'.
Hot Damn! First crack out of the bag, and I sees 'er sleepin'. She's even
alone. They puts her in the spare room. This is gonna be easier than I
thinks. All I gotta do now is get in.
I works on the window for a few minutes, real quiet-like. Then I'm in. The
chick's sawin' logs big time. Then I gets scared, 'cuz I drop the screw
driver I used on the window. It hits, but Red goes on sleepin'. Ain't
nothin but me gonna wake 'er up.
I looks at her whiles I pull my gun and my knife out. She's wearin' a
shirt, and boxers, and are just barely hangin' on. This chick is like,
stacked!
So's I puts my knife in my belt, and holds my gun. I gets down next to 'er
and takes another look. I'm thinkin', this is one of the chicks that makes
it worth it. I pulls the strap of 'er shirt down, and get's an eye full.
An' she's still sleeping! Heh.
I touches her nipple, and makes it stand up, and she's still out, so I'm
thinking this is gonna be great. I straddles her, and puts my hand on her
mouth, so she can't like yell, or sumthin'. Then I cock's my gun. This gets
'er eyes open.
I hold the gun up to 'er face, and says for as long as she does what I
says, and don't yell, I ain't gonna hurt 'er.
Her eyes go wide, so's I goes to pull off 'er shirt. But when I pull my
hand back, she's smilin'. I thinks right then that somthin's wrong.
"This is a joke, right? Did Kodachi send you?"
I shakes my head, and moves my gun up to her face to make her get quiet.
She just looks at me, like I told a joke or somethin'.
I says, I don't have to tell her to get quiet again. She laughs. Then she
hits my arm. I don't even get a chance to pull the trigger. The gun goes
off when it hits the wall, and shoots the window. I look to start runnin',
but the chick just starts hittin' me, harder an I ever been hit before. I
fall back, and kicks open the door. Then the chick puts her hands up, and
shoots fire at me!
It just misses me, and I can feel my hair's burnt. I takes off down the
hall, and I think my ribs 'er broke from 'er hittin me. All of em.
I sees another door, so's I kicks it in, hopin' there's a window I can get
out, but the chick's already there, holdin a fireball. I sees one of the
other chicks on the bed, and I still got my knife, so's I grabs her, and
puts the knife to her neck. I says for her to keep back, or I do this girl.
Just then, the other two chicks show up. Musta heard the gun. I says
nobody moves, or it's all over.
The red head chick lets the fireball go and just looks at me.
"Boy, did you pick the wrong house."
I cut the chick's neck, not enough to hurt her, just enough to make her
bleed so's everyone backs off.
But then I feel her hand on my arm. She grabs my wrist, and squeezes. I
never seen a chick this strong, 'cept for maybe the red-head. She pulls the
hand with the knife away, and then her other hand grabs my face. She tosses
me over her shoulder , and into the wall. I hurts, but I starts lookin' for
my knife.
The older chick with the long has got it. She's holdin' it straight for my
gut. Now the chick is scared, like her face says she don't know how to use
it, but her hands are working like she's been a knife fighter longer'n me.
Then I hear it.
The chick, the one I cut, has this big wood hammer, and she's swingin'
like she's gonna take my face out. I try to get away, but she hits my back,
and knocks me down. My back is on fire, an I can't feel my legs. The red
head is just laffin'.
The girl with the hammer hits my back again, hard. It hurts like nothin's
ever hurt before. The world goes a little hazy then.
"Oh my! What was he doing?!?!"
"He broke into my room and was trying to get my clothes off. What do you
*think* he was doing?"
The red-head grabs me by the hair, and turns me over. She kicks my legs,
cause they won't move. Then she grabs me by then shirt, an she hits me. I
go out.
I wakes up, an I'm in a hospital. There are a couple suits standin over
me, but they got 'cop' written all over 'em. I still gots spots in front of
my eyes, so's I sits and listens to em talk.
The one asks the other what I did, and the other guy laughs. He goes over
what happened, and laughs again. My back starts hurtin'.
I says can I get a doctor, and one of the suits leaves to get one. The Doc
comes in. Says he's got some bad news. Says my spine is cut in two places.
Says maybe I can walk again someday, but I knows what he really means.
They put me in a wheelchair and roll me off. One of the suits says I have
to talk to a judge. Then he says they're gonna take me to another hospital.
I know he means 'prison hospital'.
I'm goin' down the hall, an I see the girl I cut, with a bandage on her
neck. The redhead's there too, and the two old guys, talkin to a doctor.
None of em notice me, cept the red-head.
She just looks at me.
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My Notes:
I had a nightmare late last night. This is how it translated out in prose.
(No, I wasn't the rapist.) It woke me up early, and kept me awake all
through the day, so I thought I'd share it. That always seems to help.
I used fairly rough language on the part of the rapist, because I felt it
was appropriate. If anybody thinks that a more formal style would suit this
story better, don't hesitate to let me know.
The rapist wasn't meant to represent any real person, or any kind of
person. Any sterotyping is completely invalid. I'm an equal opportunity
villian crafter.
Any Comments?
Chris
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