Hellsing: Battlefront
Chapter 1: Three years later…
ZR: Okay peoples, this is mah second story of Hellsing and shtuff…yeah, anyway here you goes.
Disclaimer: I do not own shit of Hellsing…I suck.
It's been three years since Hellsing has returned from their vacation in Hawaii. Millennium has finally struck the city of London. Their airships dominate the majority of the skies over London, and Hellsing is scrambling to defeat their enemies once and for all. Millennium's undead army has grown more powerful than anyone could have imagined, over twenty thousand FREAK Vampires. Employing the British military, and the rest of the Allied nations in order to obtain their needs, this is the final battle between Hellsing and Millennium.
Location: Scotland, MI boot camp Number 23
Time: 2035 hours
Date: September 19, 2008
At the helicopter-landing pad near the main office building of the camp, a personnel copter touched down. An MP walked over to the door and slid it open, from the copter; five MPs stepped out, creating a defensive perimeter around the copter. Not long after them, two people stepped out. One of which was a female, with strawberry blonde hair, and a blue uniform. The other, a male, wore a black trench coat, black combat boots, black sunglasses, black gloves, and a skull ring on the index finger of his right hand.
The MP saluted the man, "Sir, the new recruits arrived as of 200 hours ago Sir!"
"Are they at the parade grounds at attention?"
"Yes sir!"
"Good work Corporal. Major Victoria, see to it that this man is promoted for his good work."
"Yes sir."
"Dismissed Lieutenant."
"Sir!" he saluted smartly. The man returned the salute and proceeded to the parade grounds to inspect the new recruits for himself.
When he arrived, columns of men were training all around the men and women standing at attention near the entrance of the compound. He strode up to the centerline of the group and looked them over slowly. Men and women form all over the world. Russia, America, China, France, Zimbabwe, Afghanistan, India, just to name a few. He had a look of distaste on him. He subtly motioned Seras to stay where she was, then he proceeded to walk up and down the line of the people in front of him. He stopped at a soldier, and looked at him square in the eyes, "Who can tell me why you are here?"
One soldier about three rows back to the right of him raised her hand, "Sir, we are here to eliminate any hostiles we come across, Sir!"
"That's true, but do you know what theses hostiles are?"
Another soldier spoke up, "Vampires, sir!"
"That's correct, but these aren't your run-of-the-mill vampires, these are artificially created Vampires, 'Imperfects', however they still pose a threat to humans, that is why we must eliminate any FREAK vampires we come across during this war!" he strode back to the center line of soldiers, "Do any of you maggots think that you can take on a vampire?"
No reply.
"I expected as much. You soldiers are to be trained as the best-of-the-best soldiers Hellsing has ever had. I will be training you myself; I will watch your every move, your every mistake, and your every accomplishment. I will make sure you are the best soldiers to ever be trained by me."
A soldier spoke up, "Sir, permission to speak sir!"
"Go ahead," he recognized the American accent from this boy, a southern accent, not to smart, but strong as hell.
"Sir, I was already a soldier, what more training do I need?"
He scowled at his question, 'Great, another stupid jackass,' he thought, Come up here, and bring your side arm as well."
The soldier hesitated briefly before quickly grabbing his pistol from his pack and jogging up in front of the group. The man took off his trench coat, then he took off his shirt that was underneath. He pointed to the middle of his chest, "Shoot me, right here."
"Sir? Are you sure you-"
"Do it!"
"A-alright," the soldier slowly lifted the pistol up, and aimed for his chest. He looked at him quizzically, "Y-you sure about this sir?"
He glared at the soldier, who complied shortly after with a shot to the chest. The man stumbled back slightly, blood spilling from his chest, but he still stood there. He then stood straight up, shocking all of the recruits in front of him. He stood there a moment, then a metallic object exited the wound from his chest, which quickly closed after it left. He knelt down and picked up the bullet, and showed it to the recruits.
"As you can see, these bullets here did some damage, but these vampires that you will encounter will automatically heal themselves. That is unless the bullet is made from silver, or has a mercury tip."
The soldier that fired upon him stood there in shock and astonishment to see the man recover so quickly from the bullet. After a few seconds of his speech, it clicked, "B-but that means that y-you're a…a"
"That's right recruit, your personal trainer for six weeks is a vampire, get back in line maggot."
"Sir!" he quickly recovered and scurried back to his position in line.
The man put his top clothing back on, "The only way to know how to deal with a vampire is to be trained by a vampire!" He took off his sunglasses to show them the obvious evidence that he was a vampire, his crimson red eyes. They pierced into the soul of every recruit in front of him, "You boys and girls are to be trained by the best military vampire in these parts, me. My subordinates call me 'Sir', betters Dark Spartan, to my friends, John. Get you're things maggots, you'll be bunking in Barracks Delta Three-Two-Eight. Dismissed!"
They saluted, grabbed their packs and headed off to their new home.
Seras walked up to John as he gazed at his new students, "You think you were a little hard on them?"
"This is war Seras, you need to be tough in order to keep these soldiers in line."
"You went hard on me during my training."
"I was soft on you Seras, for these recruits, they have it tougher, they can't regenerate, they don't have a second sight, nothing, just like all mortals. You need to be tough on them in order to give them an advantage to these FREAKS."
"Don't go killing them in the process, Sir," She emphasized the word 'Sir', reminding him, and also herself to not do anything irrational, not during duty time anyway.
John sighed; it had been almost a year since they actually had any personal time to themselves. He hated Millennium, no, he loathed them. He hated them with every fiber of his undead being. He clenched his fists as the memories of Millennium's atrocities during the initial invasion of London returned to him. Freaks storming the streets of London, killing every one they came across, Women, children, the weak, and the helpless. The fiery flames erupting from the city as the V1s demolished the once grand city. It was a picturesque scene from Hell itself.
"Millennium will pay for atrocities." He thought angrily to himself as he walked off to the administrative offices.
ZR: Yeah, this story is going to be more…actiony than romantic. But there will be romance where I see fit in the story! And if any of you have any questions on what any military terms that confuse you, I will be happy to answer them for you. And yes I know all about the attack on London in the manga, I'm trying to make more different as possible.