Insanity rise: Hello readers! Well, this is my first Hellsing fanfiction, and I'm still pretty new to this manga/anime, so if there are any problems with my characters or anything, I'd be happy if you told me how I could improve, but please, no flaming. If you're wondering what this story is going to be about, let me give you a little information. Basically, it is my versoin of "the end of Hellsing", I haven't read past the second volume of the manga, so I'm going to write a sort of story focusing on what I tink should happen. I don't have too much planned, but suggestions are always appreciated! I also understand there are some problems with my setting and such, please forgve for that. I'm new to this area, and I've never been much of a vampire fan, so if it seems like my writing is rather dry when I reach those areas, it's because I really don't care for them much. Well, I'm surprised if you read this note this far! You must really like hearing me ramble! Anyway, thanks for reading, and now without further a do, read on!

Disclaimer: None of the characters of Hellsing belong to me...if they did I'd be afraid of my own creative brilliance...

Rating: T definately, may even get higher later on for various reasons, violence being the biggest one.

Pairings: possible Integra+Alucard later on

Prologue

There comes a time in one's life when old fears become new enemies, and diminishing pains flare up for a final feud. When darkness makes its last, desperate stand to attempt to bring the light down with it as it smolders to ashes. When the loss of the heart becomes too strong for the mind, and the only solution is to find a new way of atonement. Peaceful quarrels turn to merciless slaughter, lifelong friendships become destined foes, and the light in all creatures' hearts loses its grasp for an instant on its holder's thoughts. Whether this feeling of hatred is spawned by revenge or denial, it comes willingly…

When an Organization of long-exhausted warriors of the light, clash with the forces of darkness they so eagerly helped create, it's time for a show of bullets that even time will never forget. It's time to stop standing ground, time to fend back the shadows for once…and for all.

This liberation, this saving of the innocent souls, can be brought only by a few destined souls.

A leader who has lost what matters most.

A girl who is slowly falling over the edge into the darkness.

And a one spawned of the shadows himself.

It's now or never, as the clock winds down, and the light of their world is devoured by the darkness…

Chapter 1

Adversary's Revamp

Shadows, clinging to the land with an unholy glory all their own, darkness falling and creating the cold fingers of black that crept through the land as if a dream-like cloud. It was enchanting to see, the beauty of nature turning from its illuminant white to a dull, pale grey, then a deafening pitch black. A shroud of dark clouds gathered over the horizon, beckoning away the sun with their scornful gloom, filling the heavens with a blanket of grey dread. Dread for rain, that was what sent pedestrians into their homes, animals into their burrows, and nature to its rigid battle against tearing winds. This will was that of nature's uppermost fury, and all those below could do was steer clear the best they could, or let their bodies by soaked, and their spirits be drowned mercilessly…

The streets of England were bare, stone and sidewalk deserted from both foot and paw. All had left their conversing and merriment, preparing for the storm to come. It was a dreary time for anything left on the streets…That was, in less they wanted to catch their death of cold. If that was the case, then this had to be some sort of sick entertainment, didn't it? The clamber of the city had become a hushed whisper, and all citizens were well and warm, safe in their homes with their families nearby. After all, being caught out at such a late hour wasn't just dangerous, it was a death wish. Those who knew what prowled upon those streets in the late hours knew better than to get in their way. However, not all were fortunate enough to have a refuge from this nightmare. Homeless creatures huddled close under piles of garbage or in doorways, their flea-bitten, mange-covered bodies providing little comfort from the darkening sky.

Through this very mayhem, in the back of a muddied, garbage-filled alley, a figure was sprawled upon a heap of rubbish, a hoarse cough obviously proving that he was far from healthy. He knew all to well that a storm was fast approaching, but he couldn't care less. He was already drenched, already soaked in a liquid even more wretched than rain, he was drenched with blood. Crimson flowed from various wounds in his body, the tiny, painful abrasions obviously the work of a quick trigger.

He was nowhere near a friendly sight, more like something a mother would describe to her child to warn them off of some cold desire. Black hair, matted with blood fell into his face as he sat up slowly, looking down at the soiled ground with clouded eyes. A wave of pain protested the movement, but he ignored it as he seemed to every other human emotion he'd ever been cursed to hold. Well at least all the softer ones. His golden eyes scanned over his surroundings, vision blurred so much that is was hard to make out a rock from a wall. A tattered black hat rested on his head, nearly falling over his eyes as he looked downward. Gold rings, now stained crimson and meshing with the rest of the blood, pierced into his face, looking obviously painful to any mere passerby. He didn't find them that way, but it wasn't as if he cared what others thought of him. In this world, caring never got you anywhere, and that fact had been proved many times.

Muttering a curse of anger and pain, he lifted his hand to his forehead; his once white glove almost immediately stained a gory red. That Hellsing girl had certainly made her mark, and it wouldn't be healing anytime soon, he could see that clearly. Maybe he'd underestimated her, but whatever the reason, he was suffering for it. However, these marks weren't as bad as they seemed. He'd eluded death, compared to that these bullet wounds seemed like nothing to him. The important thing was, his body hadn't given up yet, and if he could hold out for just a while longer, maybe he could pull through this alright. He needed to think this through, find an opportunity, and hopefully pull himself out of this mess.

"Are you alright mister?"

A voice? That couldn't be. However, maybe it was true, somewhere in the wicked world he'd been condemned to, maybe another soul had entered. The sound seemed to echo in his mind, as if it were far off but right in front of him at the same time, and the mere sound of it made him wince, made him feel like he might suddenly fall permanently deaf, eaten away by cold pain.

"Mister?"

There it was again, boring into his mind like a painful jab, mocking him in its own secret universe. Somewhere, someone was toying with him, calling out knowing he was alive, but mixing despair and tentativeness to make it seem like there was some shaky confusion. What a lie, this player was. Somewhere, deep in the mind, he knew who he would see if he opened his eyes, and he truly wasn't looking forward to it. He could already see it, even if it was nothing but a blur in the facades of his clouded mind. A girl, gentle by appearance, but with crimson burning in those eager eyes, her hands most probably both occupied by guns of some sort, aimed at his head. Then her companion would reach his view, and his blood would run cold. A demon, that was the only way he could describe, everything wrong and nothing right in those cruel eyes, hidden by that thin line of crimson glass. No, he'd rather keep these eyes closed, let that girl shoot him to her hearts content, just keep his vision clouded. Seeing them was something he didn't want, and he was far from changing his mind.

"Weak."

What was that? Eyes nearly open now, the wounded figure couldn't believe what he was hearing. Convinced, that was what he had done, he'd convinced himself that this was real, that the vile voice of that shadowy demon was present. However, it didn't sound as if it were coming from the cold street he knew was laying before him, more as if it was surfacing from the depths of his mind, the cruel tone elevating from its shadowy prison in a sea of thoughts only for a quick taste of fear, before returning to its sanctum once again. Madness, this was madness, a dull form of insanity that was slowly ebbing away at his mind, dragging it down into its cold frenzy of lunacy. He was letting himself fall like prey, running to his heart's extent, but still feeling the sting of the pursuer's claws. He was like a caged bird, at his captor's mercy, forced to sing a faulty song-the song that was in fact, life- until told otherwise, serving others as well as his own troubled mind. Get away, get away, that was what his mind kept telling him to do…if only there was some way. He couldn't allow himself to fall victim to this cruelty, no, he would face his enemy with his own eyes, even if they were clouded with pain, with weakness, with defeat, he wouldn't let that laughing voice conquer him.

"Stay…away from me," he was barely able to choke the words, his eyes fluttering open slowly, the sudden change in lighting bringing pain to his already wrought body. It wasn't really bright though, he realized after his vision returned, someone in the darkness was simply holding a lantern. Why would someone wanting to kill him do that? After all, wasn't murder dealt with better when it was in the dark?

"I…didn't mean to."

"Huh," as the haze that had been blurring his vision began to disperse, he noticed who had been speaking. His own golden eyes failed to meet crimson that night; instead, they were met with pools of shimmering sapphire. A girl, her age probably around nine or ten years, stood shivering before him, the lantern in her hands shaking in unison to her nervousness. To him, she appeared to be the average picture of a citizen of this town, a simple dress, ginger hair falling over her shoulders, black shoes once shining now soiled in mud. Now wasn't this unexpected.

"I'm sorry if I…alarmed you," her speech was shaky, a light accent following each word as it was forced from her mouth, her eyes focused on his, "I heard…something…"

Silence, her words were followed with a powerful cloud of complete quiet, leaving an awkward feeling in the air. He could see it clearly now, and the fact brought a nasty smile to his bloodstained lips, his eyes holding a glimmer of cruel mischief. This girl was the key to the moment, and his prayers had been answered. She may be nothing but a trembling little girl, but she would fit into his plans quite nicely. They were already forming in his mind, flawless blueprints for the ultimate revival of his life, the ultimate revenge. He wouldn't be a whimpering dog in the gutter for long. Every dog, weak or sturdy, had its teeth, and his were bared for the moment of anticipation. But first, he had to take care of this little side trip in his master plot.

Before the girl could so much as gasp, the wounded figure lunged forward, the will to live bringing a sudden burst of energy, his stained hands grabbing her wrists, pulling her forward with an effortless tug. Weightless, she found that her for an instant, her feet had left the ground, and then they thudded back to it again. She fell forward, her trembling figure falling against his chest, her face brought so close to his that she could feel his breath against her neck, the rancid stench making her turn her head, fear building up inside her. She could feel a trickle of sticky red blood drip run down her neck, and she gave a vain tug, a weak attempt for escape. There was a demonic smile glued to her captor's face, and it was terrifying to so much as feel those eyes on you. She knew he was looking at her, looking her over. Her mind comprehended the worst things, murder, capture, or maybe just victim to his sick human obsessions, whatever it was, it was building peril quickly, making tears well in her eyes, barely noticing as her lantern crashed to the ground with an echoing clang.

"What are you-"

"Shut up and listen girl," the words were cold, the warm breath running down her neck with a burning sense of horror, "and I'll let you live."

She was in no position to argue, but she opened her mouth anyway, to fight back in the best way she could, to scream. For an instant, one of her wrists was free, then it was held again, this time both her hands being held by only one of the captor's, the other was across her mouth. The stench was much stronger now, she could practically taste the vile, appalling thoughts of this broken figure, and it brought bile to her throat. This was a predicament worse than death itself, caught here like a mouse in a trap, waiting for death to close its jaws once and for all. She would have bitten his hand, if it didn't smell like death itself, instead her eyes only widened in sheer horror.

"Now then," his voice chuckled, cruelty practically radiating from the tone, "where were we? Oh yes, I'm going to make a deal with you, and if you comply, I'll spare your petty life, does that sound nice?"

She shook her head vigorously, as if her life depended on it, and right now, it did.

"Good," this was going to be unbelievably easy, "now listen closely, I won't repeat myself. You my dear, are going to be boarding me for a few days. Like it or not, you have a new guest in your home, and you are going to treat him like a king, you got that?"

Fear was the only thing that drove her to nod again.

"Splendid," he smirked disgustingly, "if you haven't noticed, I am not in the best of health, but keep in mind, I can kill you at any moment I choose, regardless of circumstances, to me its just blood on my hands, not life, not death, just a stain of crimson. You are going to help me repair this miserable body until I'm as healthy as I was before I got into this mess. If I ask it, you give it to me without question, and if you listen and do as you're told, once I'm well I'll leave you without so much as a scratch, sound good?"

No, to her it sounded terrible, it sounded like a timed prison, and it sounded like death was at the finish line. However, what choice did she have? Confusing thoughts buzzed through her mind, but she had no idea what to do. Deep in her mind, she knew it would be wrong to house this stranger, but being killed right here, right now, was something she truly didn't want. She could only nod dumbly.

"Well then," he chuckled, releasing his grasp in a heartbeat as the girl fell to the ground with a startled whimper, "lead me to your home."

He grinned maliciously as the girl quickly jumped to her feet and snatch her lantern, signaling for him to follow. There were tears in her eyes, he could see that clearly. He'd gotten her good, that was easy to see as well. This was going to be as simple as taking candy from a child, literally.

"You just wait," he laughed to himself, his voice echoing through the darkening night, calling out to no one in particular, "I'll be at your throat before you even know it, just wait and see, Jan Valentine is coming for you."

I'm a bad girl. Yes I know Jan is dead, but I'm added my own twist to this and it will be clear later. The second chapter will focus around Seras, Integra, and Alucard, but it will be a while before I can work on it. I'm very busy with school, and barely find time to write. Still, thanks for reading! Please tell me what you think!- Insanity rise