The cruel hands of fate
I don't own Hellsing, but I doubt anyone would be writing on if they owned the Anime/Manga/Movie/whatever.
Anyways, this story will be written mostly in storyteller-mode and a few parts as letters or diaries.
The story itself is a wild mix with comedy, angst, action and pretty much anything I can fit into it.
"Spoken words"
"Thoughts"
Chapter 1: The beginning of a another end
Important note about Wednesday
Remember me!
Alright Marcus, you've promised Jane that I'd meet her and the gang at the club at 19:00, so I'd better be there or my chances with the girl will drop, and after the embarrassment when my x-girlfriend found me trying to pick Jane up… I'm going to watch my back this today.
Also, I have to remember to cheer for the band; I've heard Jacobs's cousin plays there, and we might hand out later.
Marcus walked into the club, quietly cursing almost having driven over an old lady in the darkness of the winter night, but as he saw his friends he stopped his long string of curses and cheerfully shouted "Hey what's up guys? I'm here so you can start the party for real now!"
"Still acting like you own the world huh?" said a bulkily built man with short black hair.
"Well I haven't seen anyone going up against my self-proclaimed ownership of the world, have you Jacob?" Marcus answered
Marcus sat down on the table and turned to the only woman at the table "wow, girl, you must be exhausted 'cause you've been running thou my mind all day"
"Wow – that must be the oldest pickup line in history. Did you steal it from a museum?" she answered sarcastically, while trying to hold back a laugh.
"Anything for you babe" Marcus said with a wink.
"Erhm" said a man with dark brown hair set in a ponytail "Code purple at the frontier"
Marcus eyes went wide "I - - have to go to the toilet!" he said unnecessarily loudly and made a run for it.
As he disappeared the woman asked "What was that about?"
"Oh he had an emergency, uh he needed to go to the toilet" the man with the ponytail said
"Oh, really?" she asked sarcastically
"Yeah - - emergency case of diarrhea" he answered quickly
"You can tell and he can't" she asked looking very entertained
"Just telling him the toilets are open Jane" he said as Jacob covered his face with his hand while sighing.
Jacob turned over his shoulder where he saw a blond woman with a paper in her hand and a man with a suit behind her. The man had the word advocate written all over his face.
The band walked off-stage and Jacob who seemed to have forgotten what was going on applauded way to late.
Meanwhile Marcus was hiding at the entrance to the corridors to the toilet, peeking out to see what was going on. His old girlfriend was not in sight, and the only one going his way was the lead singer to the band. The guy walked past him towards the end of the hall. Remembering that the guy was Jacobs buddy Marcus turned around and ran up to the guy and said "Hey dude, great playing back there you've got some badass talent!" The guy was about his height, and seemed slightly surprised at his sudden outburst.
"Thank you… now, look nothing personal, bu –"he began when Marcus interrupted him
"Nice seeing ya, but I've got to leave now or my x-girlfriend is going to rip my head of and sue me for messing up her shirt with my guts" then Marcus started walking away quickly
"Wait, get back here you moron I wasn't finished yet!" the man shouted after him.
Marcus turned and walked back and said with a low voice "What ever is this about?" sounding rather annoyed.
"I'm afraid this might be a bit painful for you, but I'm doing you a favo-" he calmly began when Marcus once again interrupted him
"I don't know what your problem is, but I don't want to knock down Jacob's cousin" Marcus nearly half screamed at him, obviously not feeling like dealing with this. He turned around to see his x-girlfriend asking the barman something when he noticed that Jacob's cousin withdrew a dagger from his jacket.
"What the Hell –"Marcus started, but this time the other man interrupted him.
"Since you liked the song I'm doing you a huge favor cutting your head of first, that way you won't become a ghoul" the man said obviously tired of being interrupted.
"What an idiot" Marcus thought as he remembered all the disarming techniques he had learned. Deciding not to let the man get the initiative in the battle Marcus ran up to him and threw a strong punch at him. The man however dodged in the last second, making Marcus nearly fall to the ground as he lost his balance and ended up behind the man. As he turned around he saw the knife slashing right for his throat, and Marcus only just managed to stop it from cutting his throat by parrying the blade with his right arm.
The man smiled as Marcus jumped back holding his bleeding wrist, looking at it in a panicked way. "Just give up" the man said to him with a slight grin.
"No way!" Marcus screamed at him and looked around for something to use as a weapon. He saw two big crossed Cutlasses decorating the wall. He quickly grabbed one of them and charged at the currently passive man. He decided to feint a strong attack and instead make a quick one at his lower torso. He ran up to him and feinted the swing which the man calmly raised his knife to block, as the cutlass suddenly came from underneath and scratched his torso. He stepped back in pure shock, as a powerful swing came right for his own throat.
Marcus put all his power into the swing and could feel its force as it struck right into his throat. Followed by that was shock from his side as the blade had barely made its way halfway though the man's throat. The man calmed down and grabbed the blade with his hand and shattered it with his strength. Marcus still stood paralyzed in shock from what he had just seen. Next the man made a quick swing at his throat and he could feel his head leave his shoulders. The last thing he saw before all became black was his x-girlfriend and her advocate's shocked expressions as they turned into the hall
This is not the end, even though I think we can safely assume that it is over for Marcus now
Oh, by the way, about my own characters, I can assure you that all my characters are very human… or at least they have their flaws and merits, but none of them are of the I-can-beat-up-anyone, I-have-got-back-belt-in-600-martial-arts or omnipotent sir-kickalot characters… or possibly worst of all: Everyone-likes-me-and-falls-in-love-with-me-for-no-reason ;P
Lastly, pleeeeease review, authors like me need reviews to survive ;)