Chapter One: The Man Called Gambit

"Introducing the great and magical Gambit!" Yelled the announcer as a man walked out, holding his arms high and smug grin upon his face. He pulled a deck of cards from a pocket and began making them fly through the air, the crowd ooh'd and ahh'd. He smiled and began making them circle each other, the crowd ate it up. Only one boy wasn't cheering. The boy sitting in the back of the row, watching Gambit's fingers, noticing the very faint purple spark. He smiled and waiting for Gambit's act to be over, then snuck into the backstage area, where he was dealing cards to a few people. The boy sat down

"Can I deal you in friend?" he asked

"No, unless you can accept pocket lint" The boy replied smugly

"Then you must leave. I don't like spectators" said one of the other people at the table.

"I know who you are Gambit" the boy said, ignoring the other man. Gambit paused, holding his cards very tight, the faint purple tint ran through them, a small smile appeared on his face.

"You are the second person to sit in that exact chair and say those exact words to me, though the man who sat before you was much older, though not very wise." Gambit motioned to the wall behind the boy, there was a large area that looked newer then the rest of the wall. "You see that wall? He went right through it." Gambit stood then, with a purple flash, shot the card out right at the boy who, with a similar purple flash, caught then threw it back, catching Gambit in the chest knocking him off his feet and into the back wall behind him. He stood back up, a look of complete shock upon his face. "Just who are you?" He asked.

The boy smiled. "My tag says '032-9614' but you can call me Karik."

"What are you then?" He asked, rubbing his chest a little.

"Hmm, technically I'm a science experiment that was a complete success"

Gambit thought a minute, "Come my friend, I want to hear your story" Karik smiled and followed him and began his story...

6 Years earlier.....

"NUMBER OH-TWENTY-THREE-DASH-NINTY-SIX-FOURTEEN!"

A cell a few hundred rows down lit up, and a nameless boy walked out, turned at a ninety degree angle, then walked down, back straight, eyes forward, walking straighter than a normal person thought possible. He walked like that all the way down to the man who yelled, who chained his hands then led him to the lab. If the boy had a conscious mind he would have known something bad was going to happen. A few people where strung up on the walls, blood draining from them slowly and a lifeless look in their eyes. They where still alive and a few men in white lab coats where examining them, then their eyes caught sight of the boy.

"Ah, Oh-twenty-three-dash-ninty-six-fourteen. Thank you for bringing him, you can leave now." He said, walking over to the boy as the guard shrugged and left. The lab-coat man began examining him, looking him over, checking his eyes, watching his reaction to simple ticks, then to more hurtful shocks and stabs. After about an hour of this the lab-coat man brought out a syringe with a green liquid inside, then shot it into his arm. After nothing happened he summoned the guard to take him back and bring the next one in.

Over the course of the next 3 weeks this continued till one day when the others started dying. One by one all the way up to his number, then past it, till-2 months later-he was the only one left.

"NUMBER OH-TWENTY-THREE-DASH-NINTY-SIX-FOURTEEN!" The stall opened like normal and the boy walked out though this time his footsteps echo off both wall, and the empty cells. Once in the lab again, the lab coat guy shoed the guard away, and-once the door was closed-the lab coat man drew a silenced pistol and shot the boy, then hit the start button on a timer. After about a minute a soft clink was heard as the bullet fell out of the boys' forehead, the wound healed and he stood back up, eyes just as lifeless as before. The lab coat man looked pleased and hit the stop button to see how long that took. "A minute forty-five" he spoke aloud as his assistant wrote it down, also with a pleased look. Over the course of the next year the boy underwent lessons, no longer was he staying in a simple cell, but one that resembled a room now. They trained him, taught him to speak basic words, taught him to basic things, but most importantly they taught him combat training, and during this training it was discovered he could send his own energy through objects then manipulate them, so when there wasn't gunfire at the firing range, there where purple flashes and slight explosions. The boy's regenerative abilities increased in speed, and his combat ability became deadly to the point that none of the proctors wanted to spar with him. The boy developed a cold personality but was still as mindless as always though finally it was time. Throughout the next 4 years he spent killing who he was supposed to, attaining what he was supposed to, and generally following every order he got to the punctuation mark.

1 year from present day...

"Boy!" Came the familiar voice from down the hall. The boy stood, and walked down the hallway and stood in front of the "man in the suit behind the desk".

"Just as mindless as ever" the man with the suit chuckled, "We have a very difficult assignment for you, oh-twenty-three-dash-ninty-six-fourteen" he said, serious faced as he picked up a file "The target is named" he cleared his throat "Sir Integra Fairbrook Windgates Hellsing" he said "She resides at Hellsing Manor, just outside London. You are to go there and kill her. But be warned, her dog is a horrible beast, make sure to kill him first."

The boy looked over the file while on the plane, Sir Hellsing looked like a weak and pathetic human, not unlike his last target, but what could man-with-suit mean by "her dog"? His soulless mind thought about easy ways to kill a dog.

At Hellsing manor, Sir Integra Fairbrook Windgates Hellsing sat at her desk, her normal white suit and overcoat the brightest thing in the room, the moon shining brilliantly behind her, the smoke from her cigar drifting around the room and the phone rang.

"What do you want." she replied in her usual manor

"I've spotted a plane just inside our airspace, traveling fast towards us." Integra thought a moment as the voice continued, "One pilot and someone in the back. The plane is heavily armored and very heavily armed."

"Shoot it out of the sky" Integra replied "Make sure to capture the boy in the back, pilots never no anything."

"And what about?"

"Alucard will be there to recover the boy if needed," she smiled "but I'm sure you can handle one boy can't you Seras?" she smirked as the voice on the other side made a small annoyed sound, "Then get to it" she ordered, then put the phone down.

In the darkness in the corner a small, sadistic smile appeared....

What a beautiful moon the vampire thought.

End of Chapter

Author's note:

Hi, this is the second entry for a fanfic that I've submitted, and I would like any kind of criticism as you see fit, as so I can better myself for the future.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you will enjoy this and the more to come.