Knowledge
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Walter watches and waits. He saw the events from fifty years ago /so many years ago/ pass, and slowly escalate into the war it is today. He watched as Alucard /friend, companion, girl, boy, monster, vampire, freak/ was sealed in the dungeon by Sir Hellsing, as Integra /such a young child/ was chased into the dungeons, as she released Alucard. He watched as Alucard fought/glorious carnage/ as the "police girl" /Seras/ was blooded, as his skills diminished as the years /decades/ passed.
Walter watched all the pivotal players in the game /such a fun game, war/ ; Integra, Seras, the Major, Alucard. Walter watched and knew.
He knew Integra /such a young girl, so unsure and fragile, so confident and strong/ and watched as she grew from an unsure child to an adult, still unsure of herself. /hides it better now./
He watched Seras /a child, too friendly and kind for war, a soldier still, with limitless potential/ as she became a vampire, watched as she came to terms with her new identity.
He watched and knew the Major /deliciously insane, war-loving, belligerent, granting vampiric powers/ as his legion grew, wresting control from pretentious upstarts /sane pretentious upstarts/ after the crushing defeat of his vampire factory half a century past.
Walter watched and knew, probably more than anyone else, Alucard. /girl, boy, vampire, friend, companion, enemy/ He watched as Alucard was unsealed, as he fought /carnage, bloody massacre/ and knew that Alucard was jealous of humans, jealous of the mortality they possessed. /ironic, so ironic that while one longs for eternal youth and power, the other longs for mortality, the aging of humans/ Walter knew that Alucard occasionally wished to die, that the insecure, human-like qualities in him longed for his existence to end. /"no, now you are truly beautiful, queen."/"your aged body was a thousand times more beautiful than this one."/ He knew that Alucard's feelings were hidden under his insane, blood /death/ loving appearance. /façade?/
Walter watched as he himself aged, remembering the fights /so glorious, bloodshed/ of his past, watched as his loyalty turned to something else, giving the rigged gun /Jackal/ to Alucard. Walter didn't know himself, how had his loyalty /purity?/ turned into such a farce, a façade /such a cheap appearance/ used to conceal the seeds of betrayal as they took root and bore fruit? Was it the lack of appreciation, care he felt from Hellsing? Was it jealousy of Alucard's unwanted /undeserved/ powers, his immortality, his youth? "none of the forms I take ever have any significance."/ Or was it a desire to stay with Alucard as a companion, a friend/ "All right, together now!"/
In the end, the only one Walter truly didn't understand was none other than himself. /how ironic/
So he fought.
/ "So, it's time for this waltz to end?"/
End
A/N:
Fura: Well? How was it? Good? Bad? Please tell me! Leave a review
13: that's funny, the way you wrote it is a lot like "Beautifully Bright"
Fura: No duh! That's because you and Flame are both too lazy to write your own fics, and force me to write them for you!
Flame?... sorry? Too busy to write….. (yes, this idea did come from me…)
Fura:If you've any commentary on how I can improve my writing, PLEASE tell me… (it's not like these two kicks 13th & Flame ever help…)