Hello again! Sorry for the last post- I had a major test to study for, so priorities. This chapter goes into more detail about the main character's background as promised. However, due to the free time I have late at night to write this and my roommate's schedule for proof reading, there will be errors. Please forgive me, my overworked brain, and the unbeta'd status of this chapter. Thank you to those who read and/or reviewed last chapter. Thanks for reading and please comment, fav or follow. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing. Pyro/Blaze, Terrance, and all other original characters not of the Hellsing universe are my own creations and should not be used without permission.


"I'm back bitches!" They heard the voice sound throughout the ratty top floor flat. The sound of heavy footsteps followed the slam of the thin wooden door as Terrance made his way to the thunderous commotion coming from the kitchen.

"Oh God, he's still alive!" G-Man groaned from his spot at the end of the table as he saw his brother walk through the doorway leading into the cramped room. The 18 year old ducked to avoid his brother's hand as it attempted to swat his head. They were all seated around the wobbling table for their evening meal. To G-Man's left sat the taller and toned 20 year old Troy as he attempted to play with the new piece of technology in his lap and eat at the same time. Next to him was the even taller giant Jerry, who pretty much sat sideways in his chair due to the fact his legs no longer fit comfortably under the table . Directly across from Troy sat 21 year old Jason as he finished his second plate of spaghetti and reached for more. To his right sat the 21 year old orange eyed girl, now known as Blaze due to her wild, flaming natural red hair, who swatted his hand away from the skillet at the center of the table with the other mix match pots and pans of food.

Everyone except Blaze called out greetings of welcome as their leader returned home to reclaim his seat at the head of the table. As usual, Blaze went out of her way to make him feel comfortable in his own home. She took his jacket and put in in its proper place and returned to present his prepared plate, which was still warm and piled high. She greeted him in her usual silent fashion, a beautiful bright smile that reached her big, bright orange eyes and a slight pink undertone that burned across her face whenever she looked at him directly. Terrance, as usual, returned her kindness with a simple thank you which included holding her hand as he said it, something he knew she loved greatly.

"I swear a man is gone for three days and the only with sense enough to greet me properly is Blaze. I'm under appreciated around here." This earned groans of irritation from the rest of the group at their leader's bad joke while Blaze silently giggled.

"What's that in the bag?" G-Man asked as he noticed the paper bag that his brother rested on his knee.

"Nothing for you twerp. Since you all don't know how to act, Blaze and I will split this between ourselves." Terrance preceded to pull out an expensive bottle from the bag. The group looked over in shock.

"Is that-?" Troy began.

"Yep, the boss' own special brand of bourbon." He said as he looked over the bottle with pride.

"Does this mean you're in?" Jason asked wide eyed as he made an attempt to take the bottle to study it. Having fast reflexes, Terrance quickly swiped the bottle out of reach.

"I believe so. Gents- and lady," He winked at Blaze with that million pound smile of his. "I think all of our hard work has paid off. Better days are finally in reach." The room erupted in stomping and cheering as the group received the news. The group had for years fought, stole, and dealed its way into Dominic's graces by almost any means necessary. Any odd task they could pull off successfully to land in his favor meant better pay and privileges. They, at the moment, were second class thugs living in a rundown flat owned by their boss on the sketchy side of town. It took them at least 2 years to get Dominic's approval to even manage this. It wasn't the best of places to live. They had to boil to water before they could drink it, the roof leaked like crazy when it rained, and it stayed ice cold during the winter. However, the group was grateful for even this seeing as how London was still trying to rebuild itself for the battle 10 years ago, and knew that it was much better than squatting in drug houses and closed off sections of the tubes. It was somewhere to call their own.

"What are we waiting for then? Let's crack that bad boy open!" G-Man stated excitedly.

"Good idea. It might put some hair on your chest and get those balls to drop." Terrance teased responding in a slew of curses from his younger brother.

After everyone received their portion of the dark liquid, Terrance looked to each other them as he prepared the toast. "To better days mates, to makin' it on own skills. To those we can never forget that have gone on. Cheers."

"Cheers." The room repeated as they downed their drinks.

"Damn!" G-Man sounded as the liquid ran down his throat.

"That's a man's drink. Don't wuss out." Terrance teased.

"Bee, take the shot." Troy interjected as his eyes landed on the girl after he noticed her hesitance after G-Man's reaction. Everyone turned to look at Blaze as she sat wide-eyed at the sudden attention.

"Drink, drink." G-Man became to chant while beating his fists on the table. Soon the rest joined in. Finally after Terrance joined in with a devilish grin, Blaze downed the drink in one go. Everyone waited for her reaction. At first, her expression was calm and placid but within two seconds her eyes began to tear up as she sucked in air between clinched teeth and grabbed her throat. The room erupted in wild laughter at her expression.

"Are you okay?" Terrance asked as she closed her eyes to compose herself. She quickly nodded as the burn died away into a warm tingle. She tapped her glass on the table for a refill with a smug smile on her face. The room laughed even harder at her eagerness.

"Turn up!" G-Man screeched as he added his glass to hers as the celebration ensued.


She loved them. Blaze loved her friends- her brothers and made it her point to show them the best way she could. Before she woke up, she didn't remember anything about her past. Not her life before the lab, what they did to her in there, or her real name. Not that any of that mattered to her. Blaze believed that whatever had happened was better left in the forgotten past.

After the guys had brought her to their then home in the dank, musty underground tube system, they did their best to mold her into the average bloke. At first it was hard communicating with her because she appeared to not understand a single word of English, but they were patient and worked with her as best they could. Terrance, after she got a hang of the basics, had his brother steal writing tablets, readers, and flash cards to teach her when they didn't have anything to do. Luckily for them she was a fast learner and understood what was said around her but chose to remain silent and respond with a simple nod or shake of the head.

Before they brought her before Dominic, the guys trained her in each other their skill sets. Jerry, the now 6'9" tall second in command taught her how to defend herself with her fists and just about anything she could get her hands on if things got harry. The girl had fast reflexes and strong hits which made her a natural at fighting when combined with her fast learning. Troy, taught her to navigate a computer, how to hack into low level security systems, and break into supposedly secure or deleted files on servers. G-Man taught her how to spot good targets when it came to picking pockets and how to not become too greedy when taking things from the shops. Jason, the dealer of the group, pretty much taught her measurements and sales with is drug peddling. Her training with Jerry would sometimes come in handy with they needed to shake down debtors. From Terrance she learned how to navigate the streets. He taught her how to make deals, recruit and bring in payments for their boss while also showing her the type of people that were the best for what they had in mind. In seven weeks, she learned and had just enough experience on the street for them to finally bring her before Dominic.

Dominic was a tough and ruthless man from the States who did whatever it took to meet his goal. This would probably explain why he owned at least 60% of the underground businesses while he owned at least 30% of the legal businesses that were still afloat. Everyone knew who he was and what he did but when you controlled almost every high ranked official in Scotland Yard, it was hard for anyone to lay a finger on him. When they were finally able to land a meeting with him, he sat comfortably in his high back chair in his personal office- one of many throughout town. The ebony man had just lit a Cuban cigar when the Blaze walked in with Terrance at her side. She was dressed in baggy, ripped cargo pants, a faded t-shirt, with an oversized hoodie, black sneakers, a red beanie to cover the bright red hair that began to grow in, and the darkest coloed nonpresciption contacts they could find to hide her unsual eye color. The guys made a point of covering every curve and girlish detail of her frame when they dressed her that morning. They even had her pack her cheeks with cotton to give the illusion of a fuller face. When presented before Dominic, she made a point to look at him but not directly in the eye as Terrance did all of the talking for her. As she stood there and listened to Terrance give her false backstory—a helpless, mute orphan who was saved by the group when a theft went wrong and the storeowner was going to take care of him personally, she knew she didn't like the man. His eyes were cold and seemed to always laugh hatefully as if the world outside is rule was a joke. The ebony man seemed to ignore the teen as he fondled the scantily dressed woman that sat on his lap. When Terrance finally finished with his appeal, Dominic only nodded and blew smoke rings in the air as he finally managed to pry his eyes from the night crawler in his lap. The woman made the mistake of coughing loudly when he exhaled another puff of smoke. Rage filled the man's dark eyes and without hesitation he backhanded the woman with a hand decorated in at least seven heavy, gold rings. Fortunately when the woman tumbled off his lap she knew better than to sound out her pain.

"Stupid pig, coughing in my face like I'm some damn irritation to you. Take you sickly ass and meth mouth out my damn office and make me my damn money." He stated coldly as she looked at her as if she were worthless. The woman quickly picked herself up while holding onto her bruised and probably broken jaw. Both teens tried not to even flinch at the poor treatment of the woman. Blaze started to form doubts in her mind about what she was getting herself into but she quickly pushed them aside. She knew that this was going to be a difficult road when she started out and she had complete faith in the boys. She hardened herself against Dominic's cruelty.

"Whores now a days think too highly of themselves." Dominic stated aloud as he straightened out his expensive navy and white pinstriped suit. His eyes fell to Blaze as he looked her over.

"My, my boy." The criminal began in a smooth brassy tone. "You sure did like taking in strays. Isn't your little band of thugs big enough?"

"Not when you need more experienced men to replace the jailed ones. Business doesn't stop just because a few workers are missing." Terrance replied coolly.

The man smiled slightly as he placed his cigar between his teeth before continuing, "You are correct, but does this one have what it takes? I don't need little boys that rush into things and make stupid mistakes that could cost me considerable amounts of money."

"Trust me, he's been trained by the best; he's even been out in the field so he knows how everything runs."

"Who made that call? Last time I checked, I didn't allow amateurs to run around on my streets." Dominic replied with a tense tone but Terrance didn't show any fear and didn't miss a beat.

"Why waste your valuable time testing an amateur and lose profit when we could test them ourselves for nothing?"

"Because I'm the damn boss and I say who stays and who doesn't. Don't overstep your bounds, boy." The man warned with a deadly glare. Terrance simply nodded once.

"My boy, don't follow everything that this fool orders you to do. He has high aspirations but he tends to leap before looking." Domino stated to Blaze who simply nodded in understanding. After a final look toward her, Dominic flicked the ash from his cigar into the crystal ashtray on his desk before giving his approval for Blaze to join the gang. He told them to meet up for initiation later in the week at the abandoned warehouse end the secluded end of the Thames. Once they received their order and thanked him for his time, the pair calmly made their way out of the office and onto the busy London street. After they made it a few blocks and he knew no one was following them or within the area, he quickly pulled Blaze into a back alley and hugged her tight. When they finally pulled away from each other, Blaze could see now that Terrance had broken out into a cold sweat out in fear of his boss. "I thought for sure he saw through your disguise. We're one step closer, love. One step."


By the time the group settled down, the rays of the sun were just making their advance over the eastern horizon. After several liquor runs, everyone was more or less drunk and passed out on the tiny living room floor. Only Jerry and Terrance remained awake as they occupied themselves with a card game in the kitchen. Over their fifth hand, the second in command asked Terrance about his special assignment. After taking a swallow of his beer, the leader simply shook his head and began, "I don't really know myself. I just stood there most of the time. It was just… odd."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we went far, far out into the country to—get this—another lab exactly like the one we found Bee in." Jerry's eyes lifted from his hand.

"That's not the weirdest thing. Apparently Dominic has them creating a new drug he wants us to distribute and it's not the stuff we're used to movin'." Terrance folded his hand. Jerry threw in his hand and allowed his companion to shuffle the deck then cut it.

"What is it?" Jerry asked as he looked over his new hand, quickly exchanged two cards. He now had a straight flush.

"It's a liquid capsule that apparently gets so you so high and so hooked, you won't be able to get off of it—ever."

"Well, that's good for business isn't it? Jason will stay out of our hair for once." Jerry stated as he maintained his poker face. He finished off the last of his beer while Terrance exchanged his cards.

"This is somethin' different. I just can't put my finger on it, but if I had a choice I wouldn't want anything to do with it. After all, you remember what Troy was able to find out about the last lab we dealt with." Terrance turned toward the dimly lit living room toward the worn out sofa in the center of the room. Blaze slept peacefully in her usual position-fetal, her wild locks completely covering her face. One section fell up and down, allowing the pair to that she was still breathing. She just looked so natural lying there with the guys stretched out on the floor around her, something they had done a million times before.

It had only taken Troy two days to find out everything that had gone on in that abandoned genetics lab; their experiments, their sole purpose, and about the things they created. After turning over all the information' the two including Jerry, quickly burned everything detailing their friend's past and vowed to never tell a soul.

"You don't think," Jerry began as he looked over toward Blaze's sleeping form.

"God, I hope not. From what I was able to tell, it's only meant to be what it is, a highly addictive drug." Jerry gave his leader a very skeptical look. "I'm not an idiot, Jerry." He assured him, reaching into his trademark leather jacket's pocket to show off the memory stick he was able to swipe when no one was looking. Jerry chuckled and returned the smug smile Terrance was giving him. "I don't forget to do my homework. I'll have the Brain take a look at it once he gets up." They heard rustling in the room next to them and quickly dropped the subject.

They both displayed their hands.

"Royal flush." Terrance announced, having beat Jerry for the fourth time that night.

"You know, T. Everyone's luck runs out eventually. Even yours."


Well, that's pretty much all I have for now. Chapter 3 is on it's way but between work and studying, it will most probably get posted sometime next week. Next chapter I intend to introduce the characters of Hellsing and then story should pretty much flow from there. As far as errors go, I am currently working on acquiring a Beta, so please keep your fingers crossed. Anyway, thank you go reading and don't forget to comment. :)