Psyren's Angel of Death

Country: England

Location: London

Day: Friday

Time: 11:53 p.m.

Walter was annoyed.

He was very annoyed.

Not only had the car broken down, but his phone had no power left in it, so he had been left to wonder around until he could find a phone box to use so that he could call the manor to ask for assistance in returning home. He had been searching for a good half hour now and his patience had begun to wear thin. 'For God's sake', he thought angrily, 'You would think that I would have found a damn phone box already.' It was at this very moment that he heard the very distinct sound of a phone ringing. 'Thank God, I was really beginning to think that I would never find one'.

Much to Walter's surprise when he arrived he found the ringing phone but not the person. "How strange, I see the phone but not the person." He thought aloud, now intrigued. "Now, what shall I do, should I just wait for them to stop calling or should I answer and tell them that they've dialled a wrong number". After a few seconds of consideration he decided on the latter of the two, picking up the receiver to inform the caller that they had dialed the wrong number.

To say that the next series of events was surprising was an understatement.

First, when he put the receiver to his ear all he heard was static.

Second, a large amount of smoke surrounded the phone box, years of training making him jump out while simultaneously putting on his signature black gloves in preparation for a battle.

Third, a strange person was silently standing atop the box making no move to attack him.

"Who are you?" Walter asked amazed that this person had been able to get so close to him without his noticing. Said person was wearing a silver coat with fur trimmings along the edges along with strangely shaped silver mask with orange designs covering their face. The person didn't seem to hear him and if they did, made no move to show they did as they stared at him. "I will ask you one more time, who are you?"Walter asked, slightly louder this time, getting slightly annoyed at the lack of response from the strange person. As if in response the person crouched down and held out one of their long arms holding what looked to be red phone card.

"What? You want me to take the card?" Walter asked, inwardly surprised, though his years of training and experience allowing him to keep an outwardly appearance of complete calm. As if to answer, they shook their hand, gesturing for him to take the strange card.

Against his better judgment, Walter reached out, took the card, and pocketed it. "Alright, I've done what you asked of me, now would so kindly answer my question as to why you have left Japan to give me one of your calling cards… Nemesis Q." He said, an amused smile forming on his lips at their reaction. Nemesis Q, for their part did a good job at hiding their surprise but they could not help but tense at the sudden mention of their name. "Ah, surprised they I got your name?", Walter said, a smirk present on his face, "Your calling card gave it away, granted, I almost forgot, but after going through hours of information on the internet, one could not help but find the rumors that have begun to surface of a certain individual abducting people in seemingly random pattern, but, that's what the police think. Unlike them though, I've actually paid attention to the places where these people are disappearing and reappearing and have noticed that they're slowly moving closer to an unknown location to the east of Japan. Am I correct in my hypothesis?"

As if to respond to his question, Nemesis Q gestured to the phone booth below him as if telling Walter to insert his calling card into the slot. "My, my, aren't we in a rush? Very well, if you insist.", and with that Walter re-entered the booth and inserted the card into the slot.

*Ring! Ring!*

The phone was answered on the second ring. 'Punctual.' was the first thought to run through the butlers head as he waited for the person(?) on the other end of the line to answer.

"Greetings! Your world is now co-nnec-ted!"

'An electronic recording?' he thought, genuinely surprised at this fact.'

"You've reached the immigration offices of Psyren!"

'An immigration office? On a phone?'

"We will now commence the immigration examination, please answer the following questions. Each question has two choices."

'Only two?'

"If your answer is yes, please press 1. If your answer is no, please press 2."

"Question 1:-"

'All right, I'll play your game for now.' Walter thought, prepared for any question that they could ask him.

"-Are you older than 12?"

Except for that one.

"You're not serious, are you?", Walter asked, turning to Q, expecting to get some form of an answer from the person standing behind him.

The 'answer' that nemesis Q gave him was a comical thumb up, as if to tell Walter to answer the question and to keep going.

So he did. He dialled 1 and waited for the next question.

"Question 2: Are you worried about the future of your country?"

1, obviously.

"Question 3: Have you ever suffered a brain injury or been diagnosed with a serious illness?"

2, luckily, old age hadn't caught up with him yet.

"Question 4: Do you have chronic difficulty breathing, or have you ever felt that your planet's atmosphere is difficult to breathe in?"

2, no, but a very intriguing question, he was going to keep that for later, it could be helpful.

"Question 5: Have you ever dreamed of talking sheep?"

….1

"Question 6: Do you believe there's life in outer space?"

1, if vampires and werewolves exist then he wouldn't have been surprised if aliens did exist.

As the questioning continued, the questions became more and more ridiculous (who or what in God's name would have blue blood?), frustrating Walter more and more. It didn't help when Nemesis Q left, but he endured, if only to see what the final result would be.

"Question 60: You are unsatisfied with some of the choices you've made in your life."

1

"Question 61: You don't really care about this examination."

1, 'Wait, what did she just say?'

"Question 62: you were originally going to use this phone to call the Hellsing organisation."

'How does she know that?'

"This is pointless." He said, moving the receiver back to the base to hang it up.

….

"Wait, Walter C. Dornez."

….

Those four simple words caused Walter to stop, and slowly, slowly, bring the receiver back to his ear, allowing the women on the phone to continue.

"Your master is Integra Hellsing, current head of the Hellsing organisation; you plan on betraying that group and everyone that you care for."

'This is impossible! Where did she get this information!?' He thought sweat now beginning to appear, 'Just what have I gotten myself into!?'

"You plan on doing this for the sole purpose of killing the vampire Alucard in one week with the last battalion, so that you can finally prove that you are stronger."

"How do you know my name? I don't recall ever giving you that particular piece of information, or any information about myself or who I work for and what my goals are."

"Would you like to find out?"

"Pardon me, but could you please repeat that question?" Walter asked, now completely having lost track of what was happening.

"Question 63:-"she asked, completely ignoring Walters's request,

"Would you like to go to Psyren?"

…..

…..

…..

He dialled 2 and left the card.

Wahoo! My first chapter to my new (and first!) fanfic is done! And over a thousand words on my first try too! Now, I'm sure that you're wondering why I didn't do a description of Walter in this chapter. The answer to that is simple actually, I'm going under the assumption that all of you reading this have at least seen or read Hellsing. But as for the Psyren characters, I do think that I'll describe them, because to my knowledge, Psyren is considerably less known than Hellsing, so there. One more thing before I leave though, I'd like to know if you guys want me to use the teenage Walter or the 20-30 year old one. Anyway, please leave a few comments and some constructive criticism to help me write this, until next time folks!