Millennium gets a new member: Karl Ruprecht Kroenen. This is the story of a man who works for Millennium, serving the Major Montana Max.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hellsing. It belongs to Mr. Kohta Hirano
WARSAW, POLAND
The Soviet Union begin to break through Nazi occupied Poland. Meanwhile, in Warsaw, a small detachment of Nazi soldiers hold their ground to hold off the Soviets.
CHAPTER 1: REBIRTH
It was quiet that morning. The sound of guns and other sounds normally heard in war seemed to have died down. Although silence was a peaceful thing, it brought fear into the minds of the Nazi soldiers in that small village. Silence was a great opportunity for snipers to get into position or for a sneak attack. Thus the soldiers remained cautious at all times.
SS - Obersturmfuhrer Fritz Ruprecht Kroen awoke that morning to find the usual things he would. And in the same way, he put on his uniform and ate his breakfast . After breakfast, Kroenen would always go to the communication room to listen for orders. But alas, just like always, no transmissions were heard. Meanwhile, on the outside, the soldiers were chatting as usual. Their conversations would mostly be about when they would be able to leave this place behind and go back home.
Soldier 1: Hey. You scared? I kind of am. This silence is getting to me.
Soldier 2: Ja. I can understand. I wish that those sounds of gunfire would come back.
Their prayers were answered when the sound of a rifle went off and the bullet pierced through the head of one of the soldiers, killing him instantly. After that, all of the soldiers sought shelter, anywhere where they could not fall prey to the snipers.
Silence was once again upon them and for a brief moment, it was the only thing that was heard until it was replaced by the sound of tank treads. One by one the tank shot down the buildings and as the buildings went down, so did the soldiers hiding in them. Kroen on the other hand was still safe in the communications outpost with only five soldiers.
Kroen: This is probably the end for us. Auf Wiedersehen my friends.
Soldier 3: Obersturmfuhrer. Are you saying we fight to the death?
Kroen: Why not? If we die here then let us die with honor. Do not give up!! Fight those Russians until your last breath!!
Soldiers: SIEG HEIL!!
Kroen: SIEG HEIL!!
The Russians then charged in, shooting all of the five soldiers and leaving Kroen behind. But Kroen was agile and immediately fired upon the enemies, killing everyone in the room. And then, Kroen ran.
Kroen escaped through the window and ran off. As he ran, he couldn't help but look back at the small village. All his allies, friends... all dead. Still, Kroen ran as if he couldn't control his body,
something was telling him to go back but his body wouldn't allow it.
After minutes of running, Kroen was exhausted and took a short rest.
Unfortunately for him, some escaped Jews were near him and found him.
There were too many to fight and Kroen soon fell to their combined efforts to restrain him. The Jews dragged Kroen to an open field where they punched him, kicked him and did other forms of physical harm. They laughed at him, mocked his cries of pain and took his Iron Cross and made him swallow it.
Was this his time of death, was this his punishment? Kroen thought these in his mind. He could slowly feel his body losing strenght from all the blood loss. He stared up into the sky and said "If there's anyway for me to escape this.
I'd gladly accept it." Then the worst thing the Jews could do happened. They poured gasoline on Kroen and Kroen knew exactly what would come next: they would burn him. Kroen could only watch as one of his captors lit a match and threw it at him.
Kroen was burning alive. He could feel the flames burning through his flesh, so much pain it caused. Screaming in agony was the only thing he could do. And all the more he screamed, the more the Jews mocked him. Screaming along with him then laughing at him.
Luckily for kroenen, another detachment came across him and the Jews and came to his aid. The Jews were killed and Kroen was saved. The soldiers mounted Kroen onto a stretcher and carried him into a kubelsitzwagen and drove him back to their camp. Kroen recieved medical attention immediately after his arrival. He was taken into a building used as a hospital by his rescuers. Kroen saw many doctors but there was one particularly strange one. This man was a tall, skinny man with blonde hair and wore a bloodied lab coat and strange glasses. He heard the other doctors calling the man "Herr Doktor".
Dok: His condition?
Doctor 1: Almost all bones are broken, skin is badly burnt, lost too much blood and there appears to be a metal object stuck in his throat.
Doctor 2: We must begin work immediately if we are to save him.
And so they did.
Dok: His will to live is amazing! It's almost godlike! His body just won't give - up. He truly is a SOLDIER.
After a while of being poked with syringes and sliced with scalpels, all the pain was gone and Kroen fell into a deep sleep.
After a few hours of being unconscious, Kroen awoke to find Herr Doktor standing in front of him. Herr Doktor was smiling while looking at him.
Dok: It is a success!! Yes!! The Sturmbannfuhrer will be pleased.
Then the doors suddenly burst open and in walked a short, chubby man clad in his SS uniform. Kroen stared at the lapels and noticed the man was a Sturmbannfuhrer, a man of higher ranking than him. Kroen raised his right hand as a sign of respect.
????: Herr Doktor. What is it you have called me for?
Dok: Him Sturmbannfuhrer. This man we saved just a while ago. My experiment is a success!
????: Experiment? You seem to have not informed me of an experiment.
Dok: I-I-I uh, well, you see--
Sturmbannfuhrer: Enough. Just tell me what is this about.
Dok: After taking a blood sample from the Captain and blood from a vampire, I tried mixing them together. Unfortunately, the bodies of our test subjects could not take the reaction from both blood samples and thus died. But him, Sturmbannfuhrer,
survived the reaction. His body was able to resist and here he is now!
Sturmbannfuhrer: So he is both vampire and werewolf. I see. But why has his skin not grown back?
Dok: It is a side effect of the reaction. Besides, the skin was so badly damaged that the cells are irreparable.
The man adressed as Sturmbannfuhrer then began to smile and walked over to Kroen's bed. He stared at Kroenen and held out his hand.
Sturmbannfuhrer: How would you like to join me? We are Millennium, the Leztez Battalion.
Who was this man holding his hand out to Kroenen? What else could Kroenen do? He had no family to return to, no more home to go back to. Slowly, Kroenen walked over to a nearby mirror and stared into it, at his own reflection as if he were looking into his own soul.
Dok: Um, Sturmbannfuhrer, we found an Iron Cross medal stuck in his throat. We removed it but I don't know if it may have affected his being able to talk.
Then suddenly--
kroen:... Javohl, SS - Sturmbannfuhrer.
This is my first fan fic so flames are open. R&R please. If you like it, i'll put up the next chapter.
