So i've never done a fic for any other show other than FLCL and before that never done any creative writing period. So hellsing being so completely different from FLCL i wonder how i'll do. I've seen the show, which as much as i liked it i was kind dissapointed when i found out how much was left out. The ovas are awsome. Way better than the show but there are only 3 are out so far so... damn.
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The gloom of the Hellsing mansion had not dulled in 10 years, perhaps a reflection of it's almost equally unchanged master. Integra sat in her large yet rather unfurnished office starting out the window looking onto the estates grounds. The cloudy weather making it a dark scene.
Her hair was yet still a sleek blonde but years of stress and worry had resulted in the emergence of a few premature gray streaks. However her ice blue eyes had retained their sharp intensity.
"Your orders? My master….," came a dark voice from no particular direction. The dimly lit room seemed to grow even darker with this new presence.
Integra did not turn away from the window, perhaps there was no one behind her to turn to. "Your orders…," she paused momentarily, "are to finish this conflict. Finish ten years of fighting and bloodshed. Go and end it."
In the darkest corner of the room white teeth flashed a cruelly ecstatic grin, "Yes, my master."
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A seemingly young girl sat in a bedroom that at first glance was indistinguishable from a medieval dungeon cell. Though the coffin in the corner of the room would have been an oddity even then.
Sitting in a chair a blonde, gentle blue eyed, girl, whose most noticeable trait was a pair of deluxe sized breasts polished a gun that looked as though it had been made from the barrel of a tank. She whistled a tune lightly apparently unburdened by the monstrous cannons weight as she rested is against her chest and wiped it with a rag.
"If it wasn't so big it wouldn't take so long to clean," she whined a familiar complaint.
She sighed deeply as she dropped the grease stained rag on the table. Apparently tired of the mundane chore she leaned back in her chair, a rare moment of relaxation.
"Hmm…," she pondered while leaning so far back so as to look at the floor upside down; the chair being tilted back on its hind legs.
"I think I'm getting hungry," she resolved.
She watched the floor until a head seemingly popped out of it with red glasses and a large red brimmed hat, "Police Girl."
The blonde had time to "eeep" in surprise before losing her balance and falling over backwards with a resounding crash. The cannon clanging on the ground.
"What are you doing on the floor Police Girl?," said the dark figure looming over her. A slight smile betraying his obvious amusement.
"Master you did that on purpose!," she complained sourly. Though she did feel foolish for letting him surprise her in such a manner as common as it was.
"Police Girl…. you are still on the floor…," the slight smile turned into a wide grin revealing too many pointed teeth.
"Ah! Right…," seeming to just have remembered the fact she swiftly picked herself and the cannon up.
By the time she was on her feet her master was already walking away, "Come police girl, we are going to have some fun tonight."
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Nathien Raymer was what people called 'gifted.' Despite his stringy limbs and lacking stature he had an air of confidence in his stride as he made his way down the street. The rain that had just begun to pour from the dark sky did not seem to dampen his spirit.
His dark red hair was matted flat against his skull by the rain and his green eyes had a pair of glasses over them. A thunder bolted pierced the sky and Nathien jumped then carried on walking slightly faster.
Today he was to meet with the admissions director and then with a few of his most beloved chemic idols. All of who resided at Cambridge University. Although it was quite late at night for an appointment it was the one he had been given and had not blinked at the given time.
He had waited for this, worked for it. He had made a point to shine in every class and get on friendly terms with every teacher he had ever had just so he could reach the pinnacle of scientific knowledge and research. Today his dream would become reality, or so he planned.
The thought filled him with anticipation and he squeezed his briefcase against his chest so as to keep it safe from the rain and to find an outlet for his anxiety.
When he finally arrived at his destination he took a moment to take in the sight of the historic university. The old towers and complexes blended together with the new making the antiquity of the university visually present.
He let out longing sigh, the kind most men reserved only for when admiring the most beautiful women while having not so pure thoughts.
He began to make his way around the soaked university grounds eager to meet with the admissions director and make his first impression soaked to the bone or not.
Walking through buildings and courtyards Nathien was quickly lost in the vast grounds of Cambridge. Another thunderbolt ripped through the sky and he jumped again in spite of himself.
He found himself in what he decided was the Mathematics center and decided it would be best if he simply asked for directions. But at this late hour it might be difficult to find someone…
A shadow at the corner of his left eye interrupted his thoughts, someone had come out of the center and was now regarding him. Prime opportunity to ask his questions and introduce himself, he thought.
He began striding purposefully over to the figure putting on his most pleasant smile. As he neared he saw it was a man slightly older than himself, likely a student. Oddly though he wore some black mask, a gas mask perhaps. Maybe they had just been conducting some experiment? Nathien's already unbearable excitement peaked.
"Hello there! I was hoping you could….help me?," he stopped a few feet short of the hunched and raggedly clothed figure. Perhaps he was mistaken in taking this riff raft for a student…
The mask the man wore seemed to open up revealing crooked blood stained teeth. Nathien stumbled back a step realizing that the man wore no mask. What he had taken for it was in fact decaying dark flesh, disfigured face, and eyes that glowed hauntingly.
"Wha…. What?," he stuttered as the creature began lumbering towards him. Nathien took another step back his eyes darting to the buildings around him; surely he had made a mistake. He could have wandered off the grounds in his search. The man before him perhaps was victim in some accident.
The man opened his bloody mouth again and barbaric grunts and growls began to pour forth.
Nathien banished the image of the creature being some helpless victim and ran.
He had to find someone, that thing was not human. Its presence was unholy and its face beyond disfigured. The blood it was drenched in, he summarized, could not be its own.
He burst through the doors of another center this time not knowing which.
He ran down the hallway passing empty classrooms. Someone had to be here! Where was everyone one?
He felt a burning sensation in his legs as he pushed them to carry him farther. He was of the scientific sort not an athlete.
Ahead of him he saw a door open from what was maybe one of the classrooms and a women walk out.
Nathien smiled feeling the fear that had instilled itself him begin to ebb away as he found another person to help him. He stopped short of her and tried to catch his breath.
"Back…. In the courtyard…. Creature… covered in blood…," he panted out between breathes.
When he had regained enough of his composure he looked up into a pair of glowing eyes. The creature let out a deep moan as it reached for him with a dark bloody hand.
Nathien let out a horrified scream and he opened a door to his left and dove through locking it behind him. He found himself in a stairwell.
He stood there for what seemed minutes in a deep empty silence as he tried so desperately to understand what or why this was happening.
He was taken out of his daze when the creature began to pound the door behind him and with a renewed sense of terror he bolted up the stairs. While running he thought he could hear the sound of gunshots and then the sound of a bomb going off in the distance. It must have been thunder, he was sure his mind was playing tricks on him.
He ran up to what might have been the third or fourth floor and came out into a hallway very much like the one downstairs only he was alone. So blessedly alone.
He tried to convince himself he was seeing things. That seemed the most likely explanation…
He heard another explosive sound, this one much closer. A second later the wall to the left and opposite side of the hall exploded outwards.
Nathien sank to the ground unable to will his body to flee a third time. He sat staring at the hole panting, his face an expression of pain and terror.
Another creature stumbled backwards through the hole and as it did so a gunshot went off. The bullet went though the monsters gut, and a second hit it at the elbow taking the arm off.
The dark bloody limb slid across the hallway leaving a bloody smear to rest right beside Nathien.
The monster let out a furious growl as it stumbled further back into the hallway.
Surely the creature would slump to the ground now and leave him alone, thought Nathien. It had to, surely it did.
But the creature did no such thing, instead it turned to regard Nathien with its glowing eyes before a third bullet exploded its skull and splattered Nathien with its thick blood.
Nathien felt the blood on his face and could do nothing but stare at where the creature's head had been.
Following the bullets came a women through the hole. Blonde in a military looking uniform she wielded a pistol in one hand and the most massive weapon ever seen in the other.
She put away the pistol and began rubbing her neck complaining mildly, "Bastard bit me…" when she noted his presence. Her face registered surprised and confusion, very much reflecting Nathien's own expression though she lacked the terrified element.
She gave him a bright smile and Nathien felt his fear instantly soothed as he pulled himself to his feet.
Taking a few steps toward him she took her hand off her neck and offered it to him, though she had gotten no further than "Sir please do not be…" when Nathien took in the gaping wound in her neck that had been covered by her hand. Clearly fatal. Her pointed teeth were also evident when she spoke.
"MONSTER!," Nathien screamed throwing his briefcase which hit the blonde squarely in the face. By the time she opened her eyes again Nathien was several yards down the hall his feet echoing in the hall as he pounded the floor.
"Rude little bastard….", the blonde mumbled acidly rubbing the red imprint of the briefcase on her face.
She put a finger to her lips pensively, "hmm, now that I think about it…. That part of the building hasn't been cleared yet has it? Oh shit!"
She started off after him, "You! The short man! You really don't want to be going too far over there!"
Nathien heard the creature behind him yelling something but he blocked it out completely as he ran as fast as he could. That monster was beautiful, very much so but he refused to be fooled. The wound, the teeth, the monstrous strength it possessed. Not human, no definitely not.
One of the doors to his right burst open as another blackened ruined monster burst forth and dove towards him. Despite his efforts the creature tangled itself with his legs and sent Nathein crashing forward onto the marble floor.
He pulled himself on his knees and looked up to find himself at the feet of another monster with glowing eyes. This time close enough to smell the stench of death on him.
A gunshot when off and a hole 2 two inches wide appeared in the monsters left breast. It had enough time to look down at where its heart had been before it slumped to the ground.
The other monster who had been the one to take Nathein to the floor rose towards the source of the gunshot only to be meet with a fist that sent it back to the ground. The bullet that followed it ended its stiff movements and groans.
Nathien was still on his knees though facing away from the monster girl he knew to be behind him now. His shoulders visibly trembling.
"I'm sure you've suffered a bit of a shock… but I'm here to help," she said though for all Nathien knew he would turn to find her drooling over him ready to devour him. Though when he did he saw her looking down at him, cannon strapped behind her back and her eyes looking perhaps sympathetically at him.
He noted the wound in the side of her neck had already vanished.
He opened his mouth but no sound came out, clamping it shut he opened it again determined to force his words forward but was cut off by a voice that made him start trembling again, "Police Girl… hungry aren't you? You should not play with your food. As entertaining as it maybe to hold a conversation with your meal."
The evil sadistic presence Nathien felt wash over him froze his breath in his throat. He ducked his head into his hands and refused to look for the source of the voice. His mind would shatter if he did.
He cringed every time he heard the slow foot falls approach and perhaps he only imagined the dripping sound of blood.
"Master, stop trying to scare him. I would never….," the blonde said with a light smile playing across her lips.
"You forget police girl, I can read your thoughts. Do not try to tell me it never crossed your mind," the dark voice went on. Nathien felt its owner near.
He turned to the blonde and gave her a silent cry for help or perhaps mercy.
"Master he is human," her voice sounded of the serious sort this time.
The other however seemed to grow only more amused, "Precisely, only human. What else do your propose to drink from? You have drank blood from the flesh before. You know how much… Sweeter it is."
Nathien contemplated running again though he did not think he could make it far. Nor could he hope to outrun these monsters.
The blonde saw his shift in weight as he positioned himself for the sprint, "Oh don't be afraid. The sick bastard is only trying to scare you," though she didn't sound so sure that time. Nathien might have imagined it but her eyes darted to his neck for an instant.
A dark chuckle came from behind him and this time, as much as he wished he had not, Nathein did turn to see the source.
What he saw was a tall man who towered over him, a red old-fashioned suit the color of blood, the large brimmed hat and glasses that reflected light that was not present. He stood in the shadows are maybe it was just that the shadows followed him.
When he spoke Nathien jumped, "if you won't eat him then I suppose it is necessary that he comes back to Hellsing with us. He has seen what has transpired here, at least too much."
"Master, you've killed the targets?," the blonde asked.
"Yes, the scientist and their lab rats are dead. The chip is now truly gone from the hands of men and the information pertaining to it is gone, wiped from the face of the earth. I'm sure Integra will be happy with her absolute victory. Now….," the shadowed face turned towards Nathien.
The man stepped forward before a window and was bathed in the moonlight revealing a face with sharp features and hair so dark that it seemed to devour the little light that there was. He gave Nathien a face splitting grin showing far too many long pointed teeth.
Nathien returned the grin with a tired smile, "I'm in hell…", he sighed before passing out onto the floor unceremoniously.
"Master!," the blonde exclaimed.
"I've only put him to sleep. It will be easier this way. Also I would think he would be much more comfortable in that state than conscious," the dark figure explained.
"Now come along Seras and bring your meal with you. We shall return. The soldiers can take care of the rest."
Seras Victoria slung the short man over her shoulder before hurrying after her master.
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I hate to leave anything unexplained but its only the first chap. So ya plz let me know what u think. Not sure if i captured seras well, but i guess she doesn't have any obvious characters traits. She is supposed to be somewhat normal I think.