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Rage
Chapter
Eight
Rouge undressed and turned on the shower knob. Quickly she jumped into the
shower and pulled the curtain close.
Somewhere in the shadows..."IT" lurked.
It snickered to itself and straightened its red overalls and red toupee. She
would never seen it coming. Slowly he stalked up to the shower stall. His
victim was too busy putting shampoo in her hair to notice.
He ripped open the shower curtain as violin music started to play from out
of nowhere. His victim looked up in surprise.
"Play with me sweetums!" He jumped and glomped onto her, ready to feed his
perversion. Except . . . something wasn't right.
"Wait.....ahhhhhhh!" The evil lecher's life force was drained away almost
completely before she threw him off. He landed at the bottom of the bathtub
and looked up at the ceiling as the water slowly went down the drain.
She shuddered, grabbed a towel, and ran out of the bathroom.
"I've got to warn all the cute guys of the intruder!" Rouge stopped and
blinked. Where did that come from? And why did she suddenly feel an
affection for bombs and underwear?
--
Being lost wasn't fun. Being lost in the wilderness was even less fun. Being
lost in a wilderness on a different continent while trying to search for a
man that you've never met to help you with your tendency to go berserk and
kill things randomly brought new meaning to the not fun category.
And people wondered why Ryouga was always depressed.
"Damn it! Every tree looks the same! Damn pine trees!" He kicked said pine
tree down in aggravated. It fell and created a domino effect throughout the
forest.
--
Somewhere close by . . .
Victor Creed, a man that liked to have his pie and kill it too, was walking
through the forest. He had grown bored with the monotonous trees. He was
itching for something, or someone, to kill. He sniffed the air and smiled.
With his excellent vision he could see a young traveler, couldn't have been
more than nineteen, walking aimlessly through the forest.
"Look, fresh meat." He readied himself and pounced.
Or that's what he would have done had the tree not fell on him.
And he would have gotten right back up too if another tree hadn't fallen on
him, and another . . . and another . . .
--
"Oops." Ryouga rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He had gotten a little
carried away. Good thing no one was around or they could have gotten hurt.
He picked up his pack and walked away from the pile of wood. If he had been
paying better attention, he would have heard the growl of guttural rage
emanating from the wood pile.
Several more minutes of walking brought him to a ravine overlooking a vast
valley. A majestic waterfall stood at the mouth, its crystal clear water
sparkled in the midday sun. Overcome by the beauty he stood mesmerized and
defenseless from the killer creeping upon him until--
"Oh look a quarter!" He bent down as Creed went flying over his head and
into the valley below.
SPLASH!
Ryouga stood up and pocketed the quarter. He scratched his head.
"I wonder what that sound was? There sure are strange animals around here .
. .
With a shrug, he turned around and headed the other way. If he had stayed
any longer he would have heard the guttural roar from the bottom of the
valley.
--
Lightening and thunder warred in the sky. Ryouga Hibiki crouched lower under
his umbrella. Only a few hours ago it had been sunny and beautiful, and now
a massive storm had descended upon the forest. The weather patterns were so
eradicate it was like being in Nerima . . . only there were more pines. He
suspected that he'd smell like the inside of a taxi cab for the rest of his
life.
He stopped next to a large pine. With the wind blowing so hard, and trying
to keep dry, his visibility was extremely low. Someone could easily attack
him by surprise.
Which was just what the figure in the tree was counting on as he clenched
his fist in anticipation. The annoying kid in yellow and black (he really
hated those colors) was finally going to meet his end. There was no escape.
BOOM! CRASH!
Ryouga jumped back as lightening struck the tree he had been standing next
to. It was a black charred piece of ash. Luckily, the rain had made the
foliage damp enough so there would be no fire.
"Man that was close!" He laughed and continued his trek through the woods.
Creed, the black charred mess, lay on the forest floor; his world a
kaleidoscope of pain. Perhaps, it would be best to lay here for a few hours,
or days, or maybe weeks . . .
---
Ucchan's Okonomiyaki shop was closed for the evening. Inside however, life
was still bustling. Three people sat around the grill, one cleaning, and two
drinking sodas.
To the right, a small TV blared out news from across the world. The
anchorman sat as his desk in his expensive suit, shuffling papers and
speaking, when someone off screen handed him a new sheet.
"This just in," he reported. "The terminal outside of the Japanese-Canadian
landing strip was attacked brutally today but anti-mutant terrorists." A
picture of Ryouga, a Chinese girl, a blonde girl, and several other
teenagers appeared behind him, showing the terrorist behind them with his
gun.
"Fortunately, the attacker was put down by a mysterious young man who
disappeared before police arrived on the scene."
Ranma blinked. Akane set down her soda. Ukyou peered closer at the TV.
"Was that.... Ryouga!?" The chef cried out.
"Pork-butt actually made it?" Ranma said. Akane whapped him.
"Don't tease poor Ryouga." She glared at him.
"What, have you ever seen him get to where he was going?" Ranma scowled
back.
"He was with us on Togenkyo, and he didn't get lost once while we were
there." The short haired girl noted.
"He found me." Ukyou shrugged. Akane and Ranma spun on her.
"OH! So that's how you got away from the monkey-man." He grinned. "I
wondered why you were being so nice to him after that . . ."
"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL!" Ukyou smashed her Mega Spatula into Ranma's
face.
"I think it's sweet . . ." Akane beamed.
The television continued to report the news. "Sources say that the monster
of Daytona beach has stolen several women's bathing suit tops. Scientists
speculate it was for its nests. More news on our environment report."
Ranma blinked. "Has anyone seen Happosai lately?"
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