Alrighty then, we are moving along with Chase's story. Just to warn my readers, this is going to be an AU story of Hellsing. I hope that this story will get better reception than my story with Barodius. Now, I am going to say this once, if you have a problem with my story, instead of leaving a "this story sucks" or "this is the worst story I have ever read," how about acting like a grown up and tell me how I can improve it while you are reading it. Yeah, I said that. I don't deal with trolls, and don't tolerate them either. Now, let us get on with the story.
I do not own any of the copyrights to the characters of Xiaolin Showdown or Hellsing.
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The Xiaolin warriors rushed into the hospital as soon as they heard that Chase was admitted to the hospital and was in critical condition. Clay asked to be told where Chase was being held, but when the nurse said that only family members may be permitted to see the victim, they were at a loss. It was then that Kimiko hacked the system to find out as they raced down the hallway to the ICU. They stopped when they saw Jack through a window. When he turned to look at them, they tried to keep from wincing. Jack was wringing his hands as he glanced at them before returning his attention to Chase anxiously. It was when they looked at Chase that they gasped. It was hard to tell it was even him; he wore a hospital's gown, instead of his usual armor, he had tubes coming out of him, and he even had a breathing mask on.
Jack listened as the doctors argued over how Chase could even be alive as a woman mentioned that he had lost more blood than was humanly possible. They had allowed Jack in because they had finally gotten Chase to stabilize. Jack wondered how Chase would handle some complete stranger's blood flowing through his veins. He could see bruises forming on Chase's face in the shape of a hand. Chase's entire thigh was wrapped up in gauze. The doctors had said that there were cracked ribs as well as a collapsed lung. They even said that because of the blunt force trauma to his back, Chase might be temporarily paralyzed as they were still trying to reduce the swelling around his spinal column.
He couldn't tell what had happened to his hero. He was going to see him and tell him one of his schemes when he came upon a massacre. When he recognized what was left of Chase's warriors, he followed the blood trail he found leading away from it to find Chase sprawled at the foot of a tree. He was so happy he had made a med-bot after so many injuries. Now, he was standing at the foot of Chase's bed as the Xiaolin losers started to file in to talk to him about what happened. Typical, it was cheese-ball that opened his big mouth first.
"How could this have happened?" he asked, "Are we sure that Chase doesn't have a weakling, twin brother?"
"He's the real deal, cue ball," Jack yelled.
"What happened?" Kimiko replied.
"I don't know, I don't know," Jack answered, "I was going to tell him about another one of my plans when I walked onto the intestines of one of his cats, to see that they were ripped apart like they were rag dolls! I then see a blood trail and expecting the worse, I run to the source and find him sprawled out like a used up, broken doll at the foot of a tree!"
"Calm down, partner," Clay whispered, "they got him stabilized, he'll be back in his feet in no time."
"You think?" Jack asked genuinely.
"Yeah, man," Raimundo interrupted, "ain't nothing that can keep Lizard-breath down." Jack smiled weakly, despite the insult made about his hero.
Chase could tell they were all there, the Xiaolin monks and Jack. He knew he was in a hospital; he could feel the tubes entering his body, hear the machine monitoring his vitals, and he could smell the breathing mask on his face. He opened his eyes slightly as he gazed at the youths talking amongst each before looking around him. He gazed at the donated blood with distaste, but he wasn't about to rip out the source of what he could only assume was keeping him alive. When his gaze shifted to the window, absolute shock seized his entire body. Standing there was the monster that put him there, and a woman he had never seen before. He didn't know what happened next as everything became a blur as he focused on the monster that almost killed him.
The Xiaolin monks didn't know what happened to cause the change as they were getting ready to leave, but the machine monitoring Chase started blaring as his pulse rate accelerated. Jack was screaming in horror as tears fell down his face when the doctors all rushed in pushing everyone out besides Jack. They watched through the window as Chase started coughing up blood as the doctors struggled to get him stabilized again.
Through the flurry of doctors yelling, Chase could hear the monster speak with his master. Chase struggled to listen to them as for a brief moment he saw one of the doctors take off the breathing mask that was now coated in blood.
"Explain to me, why didn't you kill him?" She asked, "You've never disobeyed an order so blatantly."
"Because my master," he replied silkily, "you sent me to kill a monster. While he might fit the bill, I can't really call him a monster."
"How is that?"
"Because unlike me or any other monster I have met, he can choose to take back his humanity. He just refuses to."
"Very well," she stated, "but you better be right on this. If he causes any trouble…"
"Those children they just shoved out usually keep him in line," he said amusingly.
As they left, Chase thought depressingly, I am nothing more than a joke to them.
The Xiaolin monks were coming to check on Chase after Kimiko had found a post from Jack stating that he was stable again and awake. When they reached the room Chase was in, they received a truly sad sight. Inside Jack was actually force-feeding Chase what they knew to be the Loa Mang Lone soup, but what was surprising was the fact that Chase was trying to fight him. Chase would try to push Jack's hand away only to leave scratch marks that would bleed. Raimundo winced along with Jack as Jack tried to bear through the pain as he tried to do what he believed was saving his idol. What they couldn't understand was why Chase was refusing to take the soup, the very soup that he tried to make Dojo out of.
Chase gasped out after Jack had managed to force the soup down him. He had to admit that he was impressed that despite the damage Chase had done to his hand, Jack had ignored it and didn't even make a sound as he completed his goal. It also angered Chase that he was so weak that Jack could force him to do something he refused to do. He didn't want the soup anymore, if it couldn't help him against that monster then what good was it?
"There you go Chase," Jack whispered desperately, "Now, you'll heal in no time."
"What if I don't want to heal?" Chase replied hoarsely.
"Don't say that!" Jack snapped, "Once you're better then you can go beat the sense into whoever put you in here!"
"You don't really believe that, do you Jack?" Chase asked. "If he put me in here once, what makes you think that he won't kill me the next time?"
Jack was trying to fight back the tears at the thought of losing his hero, Chase could see that clearly. He couldn't recall being admired by someone so fully. He was holding in all the turmoil he was feeling because he knew that the monks were just standing outside the window. He couldn't let them see him break, he wouldn't let them see. He could tell Jack had been crying quite a bit because of how his eyes were extremely bloodshot. Chase gently took his hand and clasped it in an attempt to apologize for brutalizing his fingers so. Knowing that they were reading too much into it, he didn't stop the monks when Clay suggested that they give them some privacy. Chase couldn't help but smile at Omi's innocence as he didn't understand Clay's meaning. When they were gone though, it really hit him; the depression, the fear, the shame, all of it. For the first time since he couldn't even remember when, Chase broke down. He knew it scared Jack senseless to see his very idol weep before him, but Chase would have been lying if he said that he knew that Jack would gently embrace him and let him cry into his shoulder. Chase was so confused by this affection, but it had been so long since he had allowed any affection to be shown to him. He didn't know how long he had wept or when he had fallen asleep, but he awoke briefly to find himself with Jack's arms wrapped around him. He sighed as he fell back to sleep, he was too tired to care about the extended amount of contact he was permitting Jack, and at the moment the warm body was an added comfort that he wasn't about to chase off, even if it was Jack.
It wasn't long before Chase had even been taken off of the heart monitor as he was becoming more like himself. The doctors were amazed by how fast he was healing.
Chase was sleeping peacefully with Jack sleeping next to him. For a brief moment, he felt someone watching him. He opened his eyes to see a strange man with circular glasses staring down at him with a maniacal smile. Chase was about to say something, but only a rasp would escape his throat as it burned horribly.
The man shushed him before saying in a fairly thick German accent, "You won't be able to talk for a while, especially since I injected drain cleaner into your throat. A bit crude, but it ruins the vocal cords fairly quickly. Now, I need to find out what is so special about you that Alucard wouldn't kill you, and how you can heal from a battle with him so quickly. If you don't mind…"
Without a moment's hesitation, the man stabbed a needle into Chase's neck as he began to draw blood from him. Chase yelped at the sudden pinch in his neck as he looked to see his blood fill the vial. He looked up in confusion as he watched the man cap off the vial. Chase turned to bite his hand when the man dared to stroke his cheek.
"Oh, I do love it when they're feisty," he replied, ignoring Chase's look of disgust. "You're lovely, little friend will be asleep for a little while. Couldn't very well have him interrupting us, now could we? I best be going. My alpha gets upset when I dawdle."
Alpha? Chase thought as he looked up at the thin fellow curiously; So then, he has someone who is in charge of him, too. He knew that the man must have given him something as he couldn't move a muscle in his body. When he felt a hand rubbing his thigh, he growled at the stranger. The German just laughed and said that he'd be falling asleep soon anyway before he walked out. Chase hated it, but the madman was right. He figured that he must have slipped him a sedative before Chase awoke because Chase was now fighting sleep, and failing.
When Chase awoke next, he was by himself with a letter from Jack saying that he needed to be somewhere. Chase was left to entertain himself, which was really hard in a place that mortals couldn't even entertain themselves properly. He had committed himself to the droll monotony of the television when Wuya waltzed in. Chase's eyes went wide as she started circling him like one of his cats circled their next meal.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" she droned, "The mighty Chase Young is stuck in a hospital bed. What happened?"
"Getting my flu shot," Chase replied sarcastically. However, he eyed Wuya warily, knowing that she wasn't there for a friendly chat. He grasped the device Jack had left for him tightly in his hand. It was a panic button that would not only signify Jack that Chase needed help, but would also put alerts all throughout the floor he was on so that the doctors would be able to help him out faster.
"Poor Chase Young is as weak as a newborn babe," Wuya cooed, rubbing Chase's legs.
What is with everyone touching me? Chase growled as he eyed Wuya's hands with disgust.
"You know, there were times I would have loved to have had you in this position," she admitted.
"I'm sure there was," Chase retorted.
"The things I could have done, the things I could have shown you," she whispered as she lowered her head a little too close to his abs before she shot up.
"However, you scorned me." Chase eyed her nervously as he watched her pick up a pillow. "You know what they say… 'Hell hath no fury…' Well, you know the rest."
With that, she slammed the pillow over his head. He had pushed the button before focusing his energy on clawing at her wrists. He might not have been able to throw her across the room like he wanted, but if nobody could get to him in time, then he was going to take her with him by slicing her wrists open. He hadn't forgotten what he had done to Jack's hand, so doing worse to her wrists wouldn't be a problem. When the pillow was removed from his face, Chase gasped for air as Jack helped sit him up. The doctors were hauling Wuya out as she fought with them.
"Chase, are you okay?" Jack almost yelled.
"I'm fine," Chase breathed out as he leaned against Jack.
"Here, let me clean you up," Jack replied, before getting up.
Chase watched as Jack grabbed a few paper towels and wetted them before coming back and wiping the blood off of Chase's hands. After he had cleaned his hands, Jack went about worrying over him with other things. Chase fought with him on whether or not he should take a nap, the latter of which Chase was rooting for. It was when the doctor came in, however, that he lost that battle as he turned to see Jack smirking at him. He resigned himself to his fate as Jack laid him back and tried to get him comfy. Jack looked at him in surprise when he held up the panic button.
"It worked Jack," Chase said, "One of your inventions saved my life. Be proud of that, you are coming along quite nicely."
"Thank you," Jack muttered as Chase could see him fighting back tears.
You are much more delicate than you want people to believe, Chase thought, you'll never be an evil genius, but you might at least be working your way to being a true genius and that is good enough.
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Snape: I see that you haven't complained.
Alucard: She's working on a story with me in it, I am appeased. *pats MsN on the head*
MsN: Yay!
Chase: Why must everyone touch me in such inappropriate manners?
MsN & Alucard: Because you're so pretty!
Chase: *facepalm* You are so amusing.
Snape: Which one of your character are you planning on introducing in this story?
MsN: She's been posted on my DA account.
Chase: Wait! It's a she?! You are not pairing me off with an OC, are you?
MsN: Maybe, in a yes and no sense. I don't know yet.
Chase: You better get to knowing!
