Jefffrey "OneShot" Wong

Ranma 1/2: Sentenced to life


     Ranma's life had been totally destroyed. Utterly and toatally destroyed.
Framed for a murder he didn't commit, he had been sentenced to a life behind
bars with no eligible chance for parole. 
  Ranma looked down at his trayful of food, and it looked absolutely disgusting.
  "What the fuck are you lookin' at, asshole?!" someone gave Ranma a vicious
stare. The man was seated in a chair, but he soon got up, he size dwarfing
Ranma's. 
  "N-nothing" he said meekly. This was the first day in the penetentary, and he
had no idea how much trouble he was in.
  The man knocked Ranma's trayful of food into Ranma's face, the mashed potatoes
singing Ranma's face. Ranma didn't know what to do as he stared up at the man.
At a moment like this, Ranma would have gotten angry, but for some reason, he
didn't. He took a step away.
  "I think you need to be taught a lesson" the man said. He grabbed Ranma by his
jail shirt. He cocked his arms back...
  Before Ranma knew what happened, he found himself lying on the cold hard floor
of the cafeteria, blood gushing from a large gash on his face. He sat up to wipe
the blood off with his hand, but his arm wouldn't move. He tired to move it, but
it wouldn't respond. The surge of pain enveloped him as he realized his arm had
been dislocated.
  He felt someone give him a kick on his back "Get up" It was one of the
corrections officers. The officer looked at Ranma with a cold heartless stare.
  Ranma wanted to get up, but he couldn't, his legs not responding. He tried
again, using his arms to bring himself up, but the pain prevented him "I-I
can't" He looked up at the guard meekly.
  "Get the fuck up!" Ranma heard before a club rained down on his back. The pain
was excruciating. Another shot struck him again, but this time on the back of
his neck. Luckily for him, it was hard enough to knock him unconscious.
   Ranma's unconscious body was dragged off as all the other prisoners watched
stoically. Things like this happened every day. It was all part of the system.
  
  Shortly after waking up the next day, Ranma finally realized just how much
trouble he was in. He sat alone in his tiny jailcell, not daring to move. He
knew if he moved, massive bolts of pain would surge through his body.
  "Okay, time for the morning cell check" an officer, a young female officer. As
she opened his cell door, she regarded Ranma with soft eyes. She was the only
corrections officer in the entire penetentary that showed some form of remorse.
Although Ranma was in no shape to move, she still regarded him rather
cautiously.
  Ranma slowly looked up at the young girl, tears streaming down his cheeks. It
wasn't from the pain that caused those tears, but from the realization that he
was all alone. He gazed up at the young officer through a one swollen eye and
spoke "I-I don't think I can"
   The young officer was still cautious "I'm sorry, but you're going to have to"
She was looking at the newest addition to the penetentary, and deep down inside,
he looked like he didn't belong there. She remembered his name was Ranma.
Although she had been there for no more than a year, there had been no prisoner
that looked more innocent than this young man she was looking at.
   "I really suggest you do so, or the other officers are goin' to beat you" she
said matter-of-factly. She hated the way the penetentary was run. The entire
place was corrupted. All the officers abused their authority.
  Ranma gritted his teeth as he slowly got to his feet. The pain was too much
for him for he fell forward to his knees.
  The young officer had instictively stepped forward to grab a hold of him, but
she managed to keep herself from getting too close. Who knows? He might have
been faking it. She stepped back, still watching him cautiously.
  Ranma coughed up some blood as he cluched at his ribs and moaned. He must have
had a few broken ribs. But he gritted his teeth again as he tried to get up.
Through extreme pain, he managed to finally stand upright "N-now what?" he said
softly. His words were barely heard. Every breath he took hurt.
  "Just step forward out of your cell and wait for the other officers to check
it" she said, stepping back and out of Ranma's way. She made sure she was far
enough away from him so that she would be able to react quickly incase Ranma
attempted to bumrush her, which was most unlikely.
  Ranma stepped out of his cell and gave the young girl a weary look "N-now
what?"
  "Just stand there" she said. She gave Ranma one more look before she headed
off toward her superior officers as they walked down the small corridor that had
cells to each side. Ranma watched he intenly as he noticed her pet the dog that
burly officer was holding the leash to. When she had walked past him, he could
smell the faint scent to her perfume. 
  Ranma watched as the burly officer and the young girl were headed his way. He
noticed the dog entering each cell and sniffing around for narcotics. The dog
took about two minutes before the officer moved onto the next cell. As he stood
there, he looked down the corridor and the line of inmates standing uniformly in
front of their individual cells.
  "What are you looking at?" the burly officer said as he caught sight of Ranma
watching him "Didn't you learn your lesson back in the cafeteria the other day?"
Ranma said nothing. He looked down at the officer;s knuckles and noticed they
were bloody. It was probably from beating the other prisoners.
  "Hey, boy, speak when you're bein' spoken to" the officer grabbed Ranma by the
collar of his blood stained shirt and shook him once. The dog began barking
loudly, its bark echoing throught the corridor. None of the oher prisoners dared
to gaze in their direction.
  "I-I was lookin' at nothing, sir" he said weakly through clenched teeth. All
that jostling was causing his ribs to hurt.
  The young girl watched quietly, not knowing what to say. She wanted to tell
her superior officer to stop the harassing, but that would easily mean her job
and she really needed the money the job provided. As she watched, she noticed a
small blood stain forming around Ranma's chest. She gasped as she realized that
one of his ribs must have punctured his skin.
  She had to do something before Ranma got hurt even more. He was in bad
condition as it is, and there was no need for his conditioned to be worsened.
She reached forward and placed one of her hands on the burly officer's shoulder
"Y-you don't need to do that"
  The man turned toward her "Of course you do" he said "You hafta show 'em whose
boss" He turned toward Ranma and gave him a nasty look "In here, they're nothin'
but garbage, and that's how they deserve to be treated"
  "I-I'm aware of that...b-but you don't have to be so rough" she said. For the
first time since she started her job here, she was glad that she had good looks
because the man she was talking to seemed to have a soft spot for pretty women.
Even though she hated, no, detested the leers she got from the inmates, she was
now glad that her looks could do much more than get sexual looks. Although none
of the inmates dared to say anything toward her, she knew what they were
thinking. And judging by how the officer looked at her, she knew his thoughts
weren't any different from the inmates.
  The officer pushed Ranma off to the side as he let the dog sniff through his
cell "You're lucky today, boy. If she hadn't said anythin'..." he didn't bother
to finish his sentence. After a few moments, he went on to check the other
cells.
  The young girl stayed behind for a moment "A-are you okay?"
  "Y-yeah, I-I'm fine" he said weakly, still holding his ribs. He bowed polietly
out of respect "T-thanks"
  She was a bit surprised by Ranma's politeness, but she mangaed to say "Don't
worry about it, Ranma" She wanted to kick herself for saying out his name when
she noticed Ranma cock an eyebrow up. She had always made it so she would never
get to know the prisoners' names, yet when she came across Ranma's picture, she
had to know his name for some reason.
  "You know my name" he said. It was a statement, not a question "But I don't
know yours"
  The young girl thought for a moment, wondering if it was all right to give him
her name. When she looked up into his soft, warm eyes, she felt commpelled to.
She smiled warmly, which seemed to make Ranma's day brighter, for he smiled back
every bit as warmly.
  "My name's Ukyo"



This was just an idea. What do ya think? Should I continue it? Yes? No?
If ya wanna send comment, go right ahead, otherwise, I won't continue this.

-OneShot
Jeffrey Keith Wong: jeffwong@li.net
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The latter site has been updated on Aug 4th.