Mistral, Paris, 1801
It was a dark night, Remnant's moon hanging overhead, bathing the city in pale moonlight. The streets were lit even more by gaslight powered by Dust. In an alleyway off the side of the streets, were trash bins and trash bags.
On the chipped brick walls were wanted posters, showing a man with a broad hat and a bandana with what seems to be an all-seeing eye on it, covering his mouth, his eyes the only thing being shown.
Heavy, booted footsteps can be heard off to the side and a figure grabs the top of the poster and rips it off. He looks at it and rolls his eyes. They will never catch him with pictures and posters like this. He scowls when he sees the bounty on his head. He's worth twice that, dammit!
There's a woman's scream in the distance and the man's head whips up, showing that it's in fact the man from the wanted poster himself.
Arriving at where he was certain the scream was heard, he saw, on the pavement, a dead blonde on the ground, covered in dirt, her hair messy and her eyes wide with fear, a trail of blood coming from her lip.
'What a waste of a life…' he thought as he kneeled down and lowered his head. The squeaking of leather came from his cloak as he kneeled. He raised a gloved hand and moved it in the shape of a cross from his belly to his head, to his shoulders, all while praying silently. His eyes lowered to the ground beside the body and he saw something disgusting. He tilted his head to the side before reaching down and grabbing it.
When he lifted it to see, he saw it was a half smoked cigar, from the smell it was a bad brand, and on one end was chewed to smithereens, coated in thick, nasty saliva.
He turned his head to look at the church close by and saw a figure, caucasian, climbing up the side, cackling maniacally as he reached the top.
The door to the attic of the church creaked as it was slowly and carefully opened. In walked the figure in black leathers. He walked slowly, the thudding of his boots on the solid faded oak floor. As he walked, he turned his head to look at everything, ready to take on the creature he was hunting. After he walked around the massive iron bell, he was stopped by a giant, ugly face appearing in front of his face, a cigar in his mouth, growling in what was to be an intimidating manner. However, the man in the leathers just tipped his hat and nodded, speaking behind his bandana.
"Evening" he said, no noticeable accent in his voice.
"You're a big one" the massive shirtless person, who was very fat and hairy, wearing nothing but a pair of ugly green shorts, hanging upside down growled, his voice thick with a Vacuoan accent.. "You'll be hard to digest"
"I'd hate to be such a nuisance " Leathers said as he pulled down his bandana, showing a stubbled, strong jawed face. His hair was black and wavy. The giant landed from the rafters onto the attic floor, growling as he stands, showing his true hight.
"I missed you in Vacuo, London" Leathers stated before the massive man jumped to the rafters and hung on like a monkey, before leaning off, facing the man with on hand free.
"No, you bloody did not!" growled the giant of the man, flexing his right arm, showing a huge, bloody hole in his arm. "You got me good" he said, looking at the hole with a grin before facing the man.
"Doctor Jekyll, you're wanted by the Knights of the Holy Order-" he started before he was cut off.
"It's Mister Hyde, now" growled the giant man as he pulled himself up to crawl on the wooden rafters like a monster, before laughing as the man continued.
"-for the murder of 12 men, six women, four-" he continued, looking at the giant of a man. Mister Hyde jumped to the top of rafters, swinging from place to place, speaking all the while.
"Children, three goats, and a rather nasty massacre of poultry!" he said as he grinned wildly. He kept grinning while smoking on his cigar, hanging from the rafters with one hand before taking the cigar out of his mouth. "So… you're the great Van Helsing" he stated, tilting his head to look at the man in the dark leathers.
"And you're a deranged psychopath" stated the now named Van Helsing. Hyde grunted as he let himself fall to the floor, landing on his feet, standing in front of his prey. He took a big drag of his cigar before blowing out a ring of smoke into Helsing's face. only for Helsing to tilt his head down, dissipating the smoke with his broad hat. Hyde leaned down into Helsing's face.
"We all have our - little - problems…" Hyde growled out before he put the still lit cigar out on his tongue with a hiss as the hot embers were extinguished, before he shoved the entire thing into his mouth and chewed before gulping it down.
"My superiors would like me to take you alive, so that they may extricate your better half" Helsing stated as Hyde jumped over him and took his hat off and looked at it before putting it on.
"I bet they bloody would"
"Personally I would just kill you and call it a day…" Helsing said as he turned to face the man. "but let's make it your decision, shall we" he stated as he put his hands on his hips, his coat spread. However, he was in reality gripping two pistols, knowing that Hyde wasn't gonna go down easy.
Hyde put a hand to his chin in mock thought. "Hmm… do let's" he stated before back handing Helsing away from him.
In midair, he grabbed his pistols and started to fire on the beast as he ran away, cackling all the while. He landed hard and sat up with blood trailing from his lips as he fired both pistols to the man. There was one last laugh as Helsing saw Hyde disappeared. He stood and walked to the door, thinking Hyde went that way, only to hear a creaking down the length of the room. His head whipped his head to the side to see what caused it.
Out of the shadows came Hyde, swinging from rafter to rafter like monkey bars. He grunted and laughed as he swung closer and closer to Helsing. Helsing grabbed two devices, saw looking blades, which he squeezed the lever on it repeatedly, which made it start up and spin rapidly and dangerously, humming with speed. He spoke, each word stated with each swing. "Ready. Or. Not. Here. I. Come!" at the last word, he landed on the ground running, arms wide open to tackle Helsing and break his body.
Helming was having none of that. He spun in place and the saw blades cut into the belly and chest of Hyde while he moved out of the way of the barreling man. Hyde hit face first into the bell, making it toll loudly. Hyde screamed in pain as he covered his ears. "The bell! The bell!"
As Helsing charged forward to take him down, Hyde grabbed the bell and ripped it out of it's place before slamming it over Helsing. He chuckled loudly as he leaned down to pick up Helsing's hat. He put it on, just as he heard the saw blades whir as they start up, followed by the sound of metal cutting through wood. There was a hollow pop as something fell and Hyde lifted the bell overhead to check what happened. There, in the floor, was a slightly smoking circle in the floor, big enough for a man to fall through. "Huh?" He was surprised when something grabbed the hat on his head. "Huh?!" he grunted out in shock as he looked up, only to see Helsing, staying in place at the top of the bell, one blade whirring as he cut one of the arms off of hide, just above the elbow.
Hyde bellowed out in pain as the arm fell off, no blood coming out of the wound. He dropped the bell, which Helsing was still in, and held the stump of his remaining arm. He looked at the dismembered arm as it shrunk, whimpering in pain and sorrow. "No no no…" he turned his gaze to the cause of this, eyes blazing in anger.
Helsing, who rolled out of the bell, winced as he sat up. He put on his hat and looked over at Hyde. "I'll bet that's upsetting" he grunted out. Hyde roared in anger and bounded over to the downed man as he tried to stand. He grabbed him by the back of his leather trench coat and spun twice before throwing him upwards and through the ceiling.
Helsing grunted twice, once when he broke the ceiling with his body, the second when he landed hard on his belly. They were now on the roof in the cool night air as Remnant's moon shined overhead. Helming started to crawl away as Hyde jumped through the hole, making it bigger.
When Hyde landed, he laughed loudly, his voice echoing across the twilit city. "Ah, Paris!" he said as he raised his one arm, spinning in one slow circle as he looked at the city. He laughed as he turned to Helsing, pulling up his giant green shorts that were starting to fall. He stumbled to Helsing and picked up up by the scruff of his coat. "Come here" he said as he lifted him, walking to the edge of the building. "I think you'll find the view over here…" he started to say before he lifted Helsing to face him. "Rather spectacular" he said before he bellowed in laughter, Helsing's face showing fear at the very tall height. "It's been a pleasure knowing you. Au revoir!" Hyde shouted as he pulled his arm back and through Helsing hard.
Helming screamed in panic as he neared the ground. He acted quickly, though, reaching into his coat and grabbing a big handle. He aimed it at Hyde and fired, revealing it to be a grappling hook, which pierced Hyde through the belly, just under the right pectoral. Hyde grunted as he was hit, once more as the hook came back and planted themselves into his back. Helsing swung down and hit feet first on the wall of the church. He looked up at Hyde with anger and mischief in his eyes.
Hyde, seemingly knew what Helsing was going to do, because he looked down at the metal rope and back at Helsing before shaking his head in panic. "No. No no no no"
Helsing didn't listen, instead tugging hard on the weapon. This causes Hyde to stagger and almost fall off, if it weren't for one foot getting caught on the railing. Helsing's smirk faltered as Hyde laughed and grabbed the rope.
"My turn!" he shouted before he ran backwards, pulling the rope with him, facing away from where he was going.
Helsing was pulled up with the rope, unable to let go. He was pulled up rapidly. He, however, landed perfectly on the roof when the rope stopped pulling him. He heard a shattering of glass and turned to see Hyde flying through the main, colored glass.
Hyde tripped over the railing, still holding the rope. He fell through a glass ceiling, making the perfect shape of him. He then swung, screaming all the while, through the Rose Window. When he smashed through, the force making him fly off the end of the hook. Midair, he started to distort until his body was that of a scrawny old man. "Huh?" he grunted questioningly before he looked behind him, saw the ground getting closer at a fast rate, before screaming in fear before he hit the ground, dead.
The police gathered around the body. One of them looked up to see a figure in black leather, broad hat on, moving his hand in a cross on his upper body as he spoke in the Old Language.
"Van Helsing! You murderer!" he shouted at the man who seeming disappeared with a turn of his coat.
Later that year, Gabriel van Helsing was tasked with helping the last of an ancient family take down the Lord of Vampires, Dracula himself, because the family's ancestor, Valerious the Elder, vowed to the gods that his family would not rest nor enter Heaven until Dracula were killed. He had traveled to Transylvania in Vale, where he was supposed to find Anna, and hopefully find his past. He was assigned a Friar, Friar Carl, to make sure he didn't die. He helped the family, at the cost of his humanity, as he killed the one he fell in love with, Anna Valerious. Halfway through the mission, he met the monster of Frankenstein, fought Igor, and he was bitten by a werewolf, and therefor was turned into one. He used this newfound abilities to kill Dracula. Even though Anna gave him the cure of lycanthrope, it only put off the curse until he was filled with extreme rage or sorrow.
Ever since the death of Anna, he never really… fit in, again with the Knights of the Holy Order. He was quicker to anger, almost never ate, slept, or even went on missions he was assigned. This ultimately led him to being kicked out. However, he met with an old man with silver hair and hazel eyes. The man claimed to be immortal. That he knew Gabriel in his past. That, he would help him tame his inner wolf if he came to his school in a couple hundred thousand years, a school called…. Beacon.
