Subject: I just found this....
From: Jon Farber
Date: 1/2/1998, 12:33 AM
To: FFML

I must have written this a while ago...  I was wondering if I should 
mail this to RAAC, and what the addy is for them....

Enjoy this little repost....


        "Are you sure that you killed it Ranma?" Ryoga asked nervously.
 That... thing... was the third one that they had encountered.  It took
five blasts from Ranma's shotgun to take it down, and even then it
managed to get in a few good swipes.

        Ranma looked down at the bloody gashes on his chest, his red
silk shirt hanging in tatters.  "Damn these... these... green... Ryoga?
 What the hell are these things?  And where the fuck did they come
from?"

        "I don't know.  We came in from the courtyard, and went down the
hall, and this... thing... OPENED THE FUCKING DOOR!!!  None of the other
things had ever opened doors before.  When did these things get smart?
At least with the other ones, the zombie like ones, we could get close
enough to use our martial arts.  These, we'd get our heads handed to us
if we tried."

        Ryoga calmed down a bit and assessed the situation.  There was
Ranma and himself, stuck in an abandoned mansion, filled with green
things that wanted to kill them.  Their only defence was Ranma's
shotgun, with only two rounds remaining, and Ryoga's dinky little
beretta, with 210 rounds, not counting the fifteen already loaded.  Lot
of good that was going to do, since they already found out that it took
twenty rounds to drop one of those green things.

        Thud.

        "Ryoga?  I think we have a problem..." Ranma whispered as he
raised his shotgun, looking desperatly for a target.  None were found.

        Thud.

        "Ranma, get your back to me.  We'll watch each other's backs,
and we'll get out of here alive."

        Thud.  "EEEEERRRAAAACH!!!!!!!"

        "Oh, shit.  Here one comes."  Ryoga said as he started to unload
bullet after bullet into the green monstrosity.  The shots didn't even
seem to faze it.

        It closed in to 10 feet.

        9 feet.

        Still Ryoga shot at it.

        Seven feet.

        Six feet.

        With a blood curdling screech, the green thing launched itself
at Ryoga.  Ryoga raised his gun, tracking the arc, even as he knew that
he would never be able to shoot the thing enough times to kill it.  He
closed his eyes, and waited for Death...

        It never came.  Ryoga heard a deafening blast, followed by the
monster's death shreiks.  He turned his head slightly to see a shotgun
leaning against his left shoulder.  Ryoga turned his head even more to
look at his savior.  Ranma just smiled.

        "We both make it out of here alive."

        Out of the corner of his eye, Ryoga sensed movement.  He focused
on the thing laying in a pool of its own blood.  "Ranma, I think I saw
it move."  Ranma, still standing behind Ryoga, backed up a bit more, and
aimed his shotgun at the body.

        The body twitched.

        The hall was filled with the sound of a nine millimeter handgun
being emptied at point blank range into a corpse.  Then reloaded.  Then
being emptied again.

        Ryoga stared down at the bullet ridden corpse.  "I think it's
dead now, Ranma."

        Ranma didn't answer.

        "Ranma?"

        Silence.  Then, a slurp.

        Fear gripped Ryoga as he slowly turned around.  What he saw
justified his fear.

        Ranma hadn't even had the time to notice, the green thing had
killed him that fast.  Ranma's head was still rolling around on the
floor a good three feet away from his body, where the green demon was
kneeling, gorging itself on Ranma's visera.

        Ryoga aimed his gun at the devil responsible for Ranma's demise,
and pulled the trigger.

        Click.

        Ryoga stared at his gun in shock, betrayal clear on his face.
The devil looked up from his feast, and smiled.  Bits of Ranma stuck
between its teeth.

        Ryoga didn't feel a thing when the powerful swipe disconnedcted
his head.

*******

        Ranma and Ryoga walked down the street, away from the Ginza.

        "Man, that new Virtual Reality interface, multiplayer BioHazard
game is pretty intense." Ranma said, as he absently rubbed his neck.

        "No shit.  Can we _NOT_ talk about that?" Ryoga said, still not
quite sure if he was alive, or in some sort of sick purgatory.

        Ranma smirked.

                        THE END.
-- JD Farber email: sabreb@erols.com ICQ: 3378089 Lover of Shonen Girls, and Shojo Men. ESPECIALLY RYEN!!!!