Miss Murder
Chapter 1: Raining Blood
The sky was the color of ink; streaked among the dark clouds, lightning struck. The rain poured down in heavy sheets pounding into the ground, turning England into a slurry of mud and fog.
"Typical English weather," Alucard said to himself with a smirk.
"Alucard! Are you listening to me?" Sir Integra yelled as she threw down a stack of papers onto her cluttered desk.
Alucard finally looked away from one of the large windows in Integra's office. He glanced over the rest of the room. The tall woman with long blonde hair stood behind her desk with both hands on different stacks of paper, with one of her incredibly expensive cigars clenched between her teeth. Walter stood next to the desk after placing an exquisitely delicate antique china tea set on a silver tray onto the desk. Then there was Seras Victoria standing at attention, listening to everything in the room.
"The tension is so thick in here," she thought, hoping her master wouldn't pry into her mind like he usually did to irritate her.
"I was listening," Alucard stated, breaking the silence in the room.
"Fine," replied Integra as she arranged different pages into many piles, "You two are being deployed to Westminster. There's a freak all the way from America wreaking havoc in the town. Most of the citizens have already been turned into ghouls. It should be a simple matter for both of you to handle."
Seras quickly saluted and loudly replied, "Yes, sir!" she turned on her heel and walked out of the room.
Alucard, on the other hand, returned his gaze back to the rain filled window. Integra sat down at her desk and began reading through the paperwork, while Walter prepared Integra's tea just the way she liked it.
"Do you like the rain?" Walter asked gently.
"I hold no sentimental feelings for such things," Alucard replied as he disappeared into a black portal.
Seras ran down into the catacombs of the Hellsing mansion and into her room to retrieve her Halconnen cannon. As she slung the cannon over her shoulder, she thought, "I wonder what's bothering Master?"
The answer quickly resounded in her mind. "It's none of your concern. I suggest you focus on this mission. And drink that blood now!"
Seras's head snapped over to the table where Walter had left her nightly packet of blood in a bucket filled with ice. Seras rolled her eyes, set down her cannon, and stomped over to the table.
"This isn't right," she thought.
"It's who you are," was Alucard's reply.
"But I don't want to," Seras thought with a pout.
"Don't make me force you."
Seras snatched the packet out of the bucket, causing a few chips of ice to fly. She tore open the packet, pinched her nose and gulped down her meal. She chucked the empty packet into the trash can. She grabbed her cannon and walked through a black portal.
On the other side of the portal, Seras found herself on the outskirts of Westminster.
"So, you've finally come to join the fun," came a voice directly behind her.
Seras jumped. "Master!" she screamed.
"You need to keep your senses open at all times, Police Girl," he replied as he strode towards the town with guns drawn.
Seras quickly collected herself and followed him.
The rain still fell, and the pitter-patter of the drops splashing on the cobblestones were heard. The moans of ghouls and the scrapping of their bodies along the ground filled the damp night air.
Seras held her gun close to her, ever at the ready. Behind a few trees, a group of ghouls staggered. In the blink of an eye, Seras quickly turned them all into dust. The ash turned into a gray paste and soon ran into the gutter in the street.
"This is what we usually deal with. Why does the whole thing about him being American have such an impact?" Seras thought to herself.
Alucard was surrounded by a large mass of ghouls. It only took a few shots from his Casull and Jackal to clear out that section of town.
"Where is this bastard?" Alucard whispered to himself. He looked around seeing nothing but empty streets. He stood waiting and listened. The faint sound of metal clashing together, swearing, scuffling, and the steady sound of rain, but no thoughts that floated from the distance.
"This seems interesting," Alucard said to himself as a maniacal grin appeared on his face, and he followed the sounds.
"Master!" Seras gasped as she spotted him walking towards the town square. She hurried to catch up with him.
As they entered the town square, they saw a clash like no other: a young man with tousled light brown hair, hazel eyes that were tinged with red, and gritted teeth was donned in a simple black shirt, matching cargo pants and a long black leather trench coat, and he held a long scabbard, which was pressed against the blades of the two katanas of his opponent.
"Well he's just another bloody freak," thought Seras, "but who's she?"
The she Seras was referring to was none other than the freak's opponent. She was a petite woman who stood like she was ten feet tall. Long black ringlets surrounded a face that held grace and intensity. With burning red eyes filled with determination and full lips curled into a sneer, she held her two katanas with all her might. She dressed like a militaristic fashionista (yes, an oxymoron of sorts). With a long-sleeved black military shirt with gold buttons lined down the right side of her chest (if you're not getting the picture yet, please look to AFI's new video to get a visual). Her matching skirt stopped at her ankles, with a huge slit that stopped right at her hipbone, making the fact that she was wearing garters to hold up her fishnets and gun holsters. The strangest thing about her was that she was fighting the freak in a small pair of black slouch high heeled boots.
"Well she's an odd one," Seras thought as she watched the two fight.
In the blink of an eye, the female slipped on of her katanas from the press of the freak's sword and made a move to stab the freak in the heart, but the freak elbowed the katana out of the female's hand. He the kicked the Japanese sword across the square.
He growled and said in a clear American accent, "Cheap trick, bitch, but it didn't work."
She looked him right in the eye and with a similar American accent replied, "That's not all I've got." She pressed her katana harder and turned it to get his scabbard out of his hand, but she was stopped when she felt his fist slam into her stomach.
She had no need for air, but she proceeded to cough out all of the air in her body. As she began to gasp to retrieve the lost air, the freak smirked. That smirk soon turned into a grimace as the female slammed her high heeled boots into his foot. A small yelp escaped his lips as a trickle of his cold blood seeped out of the hole in his foot and quickly mixed into the water of a puddle.
While the freak was distracted by his own pain, the female maneuvered the scabbard out of his hand and across the other side of the square. She pushed her katana through one of the freak's arms.
The pain shot through the freak's body, and with his uninjured arm, he back-handed the female across the square.
"Ooo, that doesn't look good," Seras thought as she watched the female slam down onto the cobblestones. The crunching sounds of bones breaking filled the ears of all who were present.
Slowly the female raised herself on to her elbows, as her body was healing itself, and shook her head. "Now that wasn't nice!" she yelled as she stood up. She reached her hand up her sleeve and with a flick of her wrist, she threw five throwing knives, which all landed, in a line, along the freak's neck.
The freak hissed in pain as he struggled to rip the weapons out of his neck fast enough. The female charged at the freak while grabbing a .35mm handgun from the holster on her garter. She fired two shots which landed right between the freak's eyes.
As he disintegrated into ash, the female ran to grab both of her katanas. She raced back to where the freak was eliminated and watched as the chip that had made the freak what he was, dropped towards the ground in the pouring rain. She quickly glanced over to the tall vampire in red and the smaller vampire in blue and winked.
The female caught the chip on the flat side of her katana. She tossed the chip into the air, drew her weapons, and with three slashes of both of her swords, the chips fell into the muddy remains of the freak in five perfect triangles and one tiny square.
She placed her samurai swords back into their sheaths that were strapped into onto the back of her shirt. She lowered her head and whispered," I will get you. It's only a matter of time you little shit."
