This was written for a fic writing challenge I gave on Live Journal. The challenge was to take a quote from Kill Bill Vol. 1 and use it in a Hellsing fic. The quote for this one is"Those of you lucky enough to have your lives take them with you. However, leave the limbs you've lost. They belong to me now. EXCEPT YOU, SOFIE! You stay right where you are!" – Beatrix Kiddo
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Doc watched their puppet cut his strings and cringed. He'd tried to warn Major Max that he hadn't been able to let the glue set, so to speak. Now they were paying for it.
The butler's wrath was terrifying as he cut through Millennium's soldiers. It seemed as though no matter how many men were thrown at him, no matter how many bullets flew, the perfect servant was untouchable.
The Major had always had discerning taste in tools.
Doc had seen the aftermath of Walter's unique weapon in 1944. He'd seen the pieces of soldiers strewn like jackstraws after the wires had done their work. But he hadn't seen the Angel of Death in action. It was awesome in the biblical sense of the word to watch the man – the vampire – wave his hands and see scores of trained veterans quite literally go to pieces.
The wires were virtually invisible except for occasional flashes when the light reflected just right. One moment you were a vampire with decades of training and experience, the next a pile of rapidly rotting meat.
The last of the Last Battalion fell and Doc shook himself out of the blood soaked trance he'd been in while watching Walter Dornez, Hellsing Trashman, reaping his vengeance. He was slinking away when the butler's clear voice rang out, freezing him in his tracks.
"Those of you lucky enough to have your lives take them with you. However, leave the limbs you've lost. They belong to me now. EXCEPT YOU, DOCTOR! You stay right where you are!"