Yippee, another vampire fic!! This is an idea I've had for some time, and I started to write a story with it a while back, but I abandoned it because I had to much ot do with school and my other stories. So now, it's back, courtesy of the awesome (and second only ot few others, Yu-Gi-Oh! included, of course) Hellsing anime (I haven't bothered ot read the manga yet... --;), which I highly recommend. Guts, blood, and gore galore!! :D
Who doesn't love that??
Summary!! (Otherwise I'll forget what the plot of the story's about--)--
Someone in Domino, Japan, is creating Fakes. But Fakes of what?
Vampires. Fakes, created in labs and testing facilities.
'Fakes' are let loose, allowed to run rampant in the city's at night, by the 'Mausoleum'. Only to watch them slowly be wiped out by members of the Paladin organization, and then to be replaced by more.
Disclaimers: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, or Hellsing, which gave me the idea to write this.
Fake- OUT!
They were everywhere. And he hated it! More than anything. Fakes. That's what they were called. Fakes. Seto Kaiba looked at yet another one of them, another 'Fake'. He walked right past it, paying it no mind. It was in the middle of the daytime, he wouldn't have to worry about any of the Fakes until after dark.
That was just as well, to. He had paperwork waiting for him back at his office.
Just another thing that he absolutely hated. Ah, well. The sooner he got back to his office, the sooner the got the paperwork done, the sooner he could just do whatever.
Another Fake.
Mausoleum bastards, mass- producing them.
He watched the little numbers on the digital readout flicker up, up, up, higher, higher, higher, until he reached the floor his office was on.
The thirteenth floor. He had to get those papers signed and done.
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"There. Perfect! Another one. Soon we'll have more than enough!"
A man in a white lab coat turned to a computer, typing in a number sequence.
A woman entered the room, also clad in a white lab coat, with a surgical mask, disposable latex gloves, what appeared to be a shower cap covering her hair, and what looked like white plastic bags on her feet, covering her shoes.
"Is he complete already?" She asked softly, brushing aside a strand or two of jet- black hair peeking out from beneath the elastic band holding the plastic onto her head.
"More than just complete, my dear, he's perfect, in every way. The best 'Fake' we could have created!"
The man pressed the 'Enter' key, smiling. "Now we just watch our little creation come to life, my dear."
They both watched as the 'fake' opened it's eyes, observing the world through irises that were a cross between amber and blood red.
Seto Kaiba's Office
Kaiba pushed the huge stack of papers aside, irritated. There was another one. Another fake. He yanked open a drawer, pulling out a gun and a bayonet.
He was going to find out who was making these cheap copy's and put an end to them. All of them. He watched the numbers on the digital readout in the elevator flicker down, down, down, lower, lower, lower. He stormed out of the front of the building, tucking away the gun in a hollister, keeping himself armed with the bayonet. He ignored the odd looks people shot at him, ignored all the whispers about Seto kaiba walking around Domino 'armed with a frickn' bayonet'. Whatever. He had bigger things to worry about, to think about. He walked down an alley, following the scent of the 'Fakes', smelling more and more of them. Were they congregating now? Oh God, no. There was already enough problems with them as it was. Now they were forming congregations!?
No... that wasn't it... they were being manipulated, obviously, by the Mausoleum. To congregate in this one spot. But for what!? Where was the purpose of it all!? Was there any purpose at all?
That really didn't mater now... all that mattered was that he got rid of these stupid Fakes. He could do it in very little time, using only the bayonet. But he really wanted to get some sleep, get this over with. The gun would be better, which left the mystery of why he even got the stupid Bayonet in the first place. He pulled out the gun, seeing a group of 'Fakes' up ahead, laughing, talking. Just acting so... normal.
He observed for a little while, scanning over the scene with cold, emotionless blue eyes and his typical poker face.
They all knew he was there. Even Fakes had the power to tell when a real vampire was there.
One of them turned around, a girl, that had red eyes with hints of blue, and pure black hair that was cut just above her shoulder. She was wearing black tank top (In the middle of winter, no less), and a pair of skinny jeans with black converse Hightops.
"What d' you want?" She asked, emotionless. So she was one of the first fakes... one of the more crude ones. Depending on when Fakes were made, they were either emotionless or could show happiness, sadness, and anger, but all had a fairly large capacity for logical thinking. But there wasn't a Fake that had been made yet that had the complexities of emotions a real human (Or vampire) had. At least, not that he had seen.
"What do you want?" She asked again, this time pulling a gun from the hollister on her hip, aiming it at him.
"Are you here to silence us?"
No answer.
"Can you even talk? You're not even like a real vampire are you? I know your not like us, so why don't you talk?"
All of the others (There were about five or six, including the girl) turned on him, drawing wither bayonets or pistols and even a shotgun.
Were they getting to by that ridiculous?
"Are you mute?"
The girl didn't get to say any more, she was on the ground, dead, in a puddle of her own blood, with the bayonet stuck in her chest beside a huge hole where her heart had been. Kaiba drew the gun, firing five more shots, three deadly, two incapacitating. The shotgun lay two feet from its former owner, smeared in blood.
He could conduct an autopsy here... he had a knife with him and pretty much all of the fakes were dead (He shot the incapacitated ones again, effectively silencing them), he had a knife, there was nobody there. This was a fairly deserted place in Domino, where the old Redlight district used to be, before it was abandoned at the turn of the century, when the Fakes had first been created.
Okay, autopsy it was.
Kaiba pulled out a standard Swiss Army knife, and, kneeling down beside one of the fakes, made an incision running parallel to the jawline, starting behind the ear.
He kept the cut open, wiping away some of the blood spewing from it, and saw something poking out from inside of the cut, a small bit of silver, a corner of something. He pulled it out, observing it. A computer chip. He put the knife away, and, moving the bodies into a pile, pulled out a Bic brand lighter and burned them.
He held the computer chip in his hand and rushed away from the acrid smoke, back to his home. Hid brother, Mokuba, was over at a friend's house, seeping over tonight, so he could take a look at the computer ship that made these former humans so... inhuman, for lack of better word.
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The man and woman watched as the 'Fake' opened it's eyes. Red mixed with amber. Perfect.
This Fake would be the first of it's kind! As close to a human in appearance (No pale skin, usually with a bluish tint), and as close to a vampire in it's tendency's.
The fake sat up, looking around, not talking.
"Here, put these on. I'll help." The woman said, handing the fake a pair of Urban Pipeline cargo pants. a clingy white Long- sleeved shirt, and a black T-shirt, with a pair of hiking boots.
After the boy put them on (With the help of the mystery woman), the couple pulled the fake over to a computer screen, watching as the fake looked around, taking in his surroundings. The metal table, the IV equipment, the tray with sharp, deadly- looking medical instruments, a desk, a chair, and a computer.
"Here, look." The woman said kindly, pointing to a screen with six names on it. Two rows of three. The fake observed the words, reading them.
"Pick one out, now." The woman pointed at the screen, while the man remained silent.
Slowly, the fake extended his arm, pointing at one of the names:
Katsuya Jonouchi
End part one!!
Would that be considered a cliffie? Or not?
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