Sins Over Sins.
It was a gloomy September morning in the holy city, and Father Alexander
Anderson was on a walk through his little orphanage.
Theoretically this time of day would produce an excruciating noise level, but
not today. His children were on a trip in the sunken city of Pompeii.
Anderson missed his children very much, and he wished that he had been able
to travel with them, but someone had to keep a watch over the house. It
wasn't that there were many valuables in the orphanage, but some time ago
someone had ravaged the whole house, including the rooms of the children.
Anderson's greatest wish was to search for those responsible, and to let
their punishment remain light, but in the end he decided to simply take back
what was rightfully his.
Today another thing has caused his yearning for his orphans to increase. He
had been ordered to travel to London immediately on "a very, very important
mission," or so said his boss. This was a mission in which return was
uncertain.
Anderson had only three hours until departure, and wanting to do something
useful, so he began to pack his bags. He found himself stuffing too many
clothes in a much too small bag, when suddenly his cell phone went off.
Anderson became slightly hectic since he couldn't seem to locate his phone,
and he began to wreak havoc in his room. But after a while he sensed the
vibration in his breast pocket and, feeling quite silly, easily pulled the
device out.
"Anderson, your orders have been changed. You need to get on the plane two
hours earlier than scheduled. We can't let those damned Protestants get to
us. Good luck and don't forget your mission:
kill the bloody heathens. Bye."
There was no doubt about it: Maxwell's voice had been on the other line.
Anderson became more hectic than he had already been. He took a book off a
shelf without looking at the title, and threw it in his already overstuffed
bag. He then proceeded in making his best attempt to zip it up and swung it
over his shoulder.
Last but not least, he fetched his Bible from the shelf for reading, knowing
that not only was it a good remedy for boredom, but also for coming sins… no
matter which ones.
Hellsing is property of Kohta Hirano
thanks to rainismysunshine for beta-reading this mistake-spiked story.