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Chapter 2 A New Beginning
The grounds of the ex-Hellsing mansion were littered with burnt corpses and black twisted metal. The sickly sweet smell of burning meat filled the air, as it blew east towards the mansion from the dead airship. The ground had been gouged out from series of bullets and explosions. All around him soldiers ran back and forth, policing weapons and ammo, preparing to defend against another assault, and burning their dead to keep them from becoming ghouls.
Alucard noticed a soldier coming towards him from the crowed. He was surprised to find his mind was free of fear.
" Sir, we have cleared the area of all usable provisions and are ready for your orders."
Before Alucard could speak a voice from behind answered for him. " We are to disperse from here." The man's voice said, he looked to be in his twenties, but there was no mistaking who he was. " The No Life king has been awakened, our mission is complete and we are to move out."
" You must be the next in line of the Dornez family," Alucard said while offering his hand. The man simply stared at it.
Shaking himself from his trance Walter reached out and took his hand. " Sorry, it's just I never really expected to meet you, I'm honored."
It was now Alucard's turn to be at least a little shocked, but he smiled none the less, Honored? Fear and pleading for one's is usually the response I get from people who've heard of me.
" Get the troops together and move out," Walter said to a passing Lieutenant.
A young private came running up from one of the trucks. " Sir! We lost contact with the first floor squad, and several class-A midians have been detected in the lower floors of the mansion, and Lieutenant Polanski….he," the man could hardly talk due to fear and fatigue. " He Pala, he dispatched the Paladin!" he yelled.
" What! If he goes crazy again he could kill Sir Hellsing, Jessica, and Jason. Get a line to them now!"
Jason had a hard time accepting the fact that this girl was a Nosferatu. She was just too cute. But the files that they found amongst the books checked out.
Thank God none of Alucard's personality rubbed off on her.
While Bridgett and Jess looked over the metal tube Jason had decided to stay and talk with her. Apparently she didn't remember much before she was put into the coffin for her thousand year nap. But she did remember Hellsing and all the work she had done for them.
Bridgett had woken her up the same way as Alucard. The only difference was that when they opened her coffin she looked as if she had just gone to sleep. While none of them could figure why, they decided it really wasn't important right now. A mystery for another day; Walter would've said had he been there. She had also been wearing a straight jacket similar to Alucard's, the only difference was hers was red instead of black. Seras was now dress in a kind of black skirt-like uniform, with what looked like black nylons beneath. She also wore a long black jacket over it.
Currently she was sitting on top of her coffin sipping at her third blood packet. " So uh, your a Nosferatu?" Nice going dumb ass why the hell are you stating the obvious!? " Um, what I mean is…" What the hells the matter with me!? Why am I talking out my ass with this girl? Besides I like Jess right?
Seras smiled at him, and that was all it took for him to realize she had just heard everything he thought. " So, what's with you and Alucard? I know he turned you all, but is there anything going on there?"
Seras would have blushed, if she had the blood. " Your pretty forward huh? You don't have much conception of getting to know people, or private matters do you?"
" Heh, no not really, in my opinion life's to short to waste time. Besides if we're gonna work we should be friends, and we should at least know something about each other."
" Why would I want to be friends with you?" she said teasingly.
" Well, all you got is the freezer boy over there," he gestured toward the machine Jess and Bridget were working on. " And the emotionally dead narcissist upstairs. Besides I'm kinda good looking you gotta give me that."
" Your cute, but that's all your getting."
" Alright, you don't have to tell me nothing about your love life we can get to know each other first. But I need to tell you now that were wolf, I kinda got thing for her so sorry in case you were thinking anything could come between us."
Seras smiled again realizing she immediately liked him. " I'll survive."
" Well alright then, oh but don't tell her I like her, she'll just use it against me."
" No problem," she lifted two fingers. "Scouts honor."
" So then what is it with you and Alucard?"
" Well he turned me, then spent a lot of time torturing. Even though he called it training."
" You learn anything?"
" Uh yeah, actually. Some of the basics at least, but I think he was really trying to make me more like him."
" Heh, there's a disturbing image."
" Okay, it's open," Jess said from behind them.
Jason and Seras walked over to where the two women were standing. The screen of large metal egg was lit up to reveal a wall of clear aqua colored gel. Inside was a tall blond man, his long hair standing up suspended in the air almost like a halo from a sacred picture of a Saint. Through the gel large bubbles slowly ascended to the top of the machine and broke along the ceiling. A large respirator was fitted over his mouth, and several tubes led from his body and into the sides of the machine. Bridgett tapped a few keys on the side of the egg and the gel slowly receded into the machine with an loud sucking noise. Inside small mechanical arms swung back and forth, and the removed the needles and tubes that led from his body.
" He's alive," Seras said.
" Yes," Bridgett replied. " Pip Bernadette. They put him into suspended animation to keep him alive. Over the years they performed hundreds of surgeries to replace the skin, muscle, blood, and vital organs that were damaged."
When the gel had been completely drained the screen slid down, Jess handed Jason a brown blanket. " Here, wrap him in this."
" What! I ain't touching the naked guy."
" You won't have to touch him he'll be wrapped in the blanket."
" I don't care, why don't you do it."
" Here give it to me," Seras said taking it from her.
Holding the blanket out in front of her she managed to wrap it mostly around his front, and pull him out of the machine. She carried him over to one of the empty stretchers and laid him down.
After a few seconds Pip's arms and legs to spasm and thrash. " Hold him!" Bridgett yelled. As Seras held him down his chest and arms and Jess grabbed his legs, Bridgett rushed over with a syringe and injected a blue substance into his neck. After a few seconds he simply stopped and his arms and legs fell limp. " Don't worry, he's just out for a little while. This chemical is called Stemiloc, it should him out for about an hour while so his vitals can be regulated. Although, his upgrades, will probably shorten the time."
" Upgrades?" Seras asked. And for the first time, she realized that Pip had both of his eyes.
" Remember? I said they replaced vital parts of him. Well some of the replacements were synthetic, uh machines."
" Just like that movie the Terminator," Pip replied. He sat himself up on the table using the robe to cover everything below his waist. " So how much how much me is still human?"
" They had to replace about forty-two percent of your organics, after the attack. So your still more then half there. Though your right arm is totally mechanical. Here are some clothes." Bridgett handed him a pair of boots and jeans, along with a black and white shirt, and a green military jacket. All of which was conveniently packed in a small clear plastic bag.
" Thank you," He said as he stood up holding the blanket around him. And walked through the red door on the left, that led to a small storage closet. A single bare bulb lit the tiny room, illuminating an ancient grinning skeleton sitting against the far wall wearing tattered scrubs. Green metal shelves were fill with dozens of large brown cardboard boxes marked: MED + SUPPLIES. Most of them had become little more then powder. Several of the more solid boxes lay opened on the floor, all were covered in dust and dirt. A small pile of air tight packages filled with medical supplies lay on a shelf next to a small dirty porcelain sink, with a slightly cracked mirror bolted to the wall above it. After he had dress himself and tied his hear back, he looked at himself in the mirror.
Aside from the new eye, there was also a metal strip next to his "old" eye. The skin of his right arm, didn't feel entirely real, it an almost rubber-like feel and most of it was icy-cold. The worst part was that as he touched it, he couldn't feel his fingers. Even when he punched the side of the sink, sending a cloud of powder and porcelain chip against the wall. It just felt dead. Beneath the synthetic skin he could feel the metal and wires that pulsated through him. These were his new bones, muscles, and veins. So much of him was gone, and their was no way to get it back.
The skeleton again caught his eye, or rather what lay just next to the skeleton's hand. An old scalpel lay just beyond it's fingers the blade stained with rust colored blood, an ancient sterilized packet between it's legs. " I wonder", Pip said. " Wrists or the throat, which did you cut" But the skeleton didn't answer, it just sat there with it's frozen grin. Pip could almost imagine the skeleton talking to him, what he would say. Your a long way from Paris Pep Pe Le Pu, so what 'cha gonna do?
He already knew what he was going do. He picked up one of the medical packages lying on the table, opening the packet he slid a blade and a large square bandage out. Placing the bandage on what was left of the sink, he brought the blade up to his face, slightly hypnotized by the light reflecting off of it. This was his answer, how he could get a piece of himself back. He could only get the old back by cutting away the new. He brought the point of the blade just half an inch from his eye, and in one fluid it motion drove it in.
There was a half a second of resistance, before the white hot pain flooded his brain, and the darkness consumed half his vision. He bit down so hard, he felt as if his teeth were going crack. Then the pain simply stopped. It was not a gradual release, but as if someone had flipped a switch in his head. Then he saw/felt it. Three small, black wires slid out from the wound, and began to stitch it back together with an orange paste. However, before they could even repair any of it, he sliced them off.
What the hell did those bastards do to me!? He screamed inside his head. Pip dropped the scalpel on the floor and fitted the bandage over his eye. This should hold till I can get a new eye patch, he thought.
As he left the room, he searched the face of each person to see their reaction. While really he didn't care whether they agreed or not, he was surprised to see them all free of shock.
" Are you ready?" Bridgett asked.
" Yes, Sir."
" Good, let's get the hell out of here."
The radios that Bridgett, Jessica, and Jason were carrying crackled to life. Unfortunately, there was to much static to get a clear message. " Wat…ut…idi…las…Wil…pat."
" Jess your good at un-scrambling shit, what's the word?"
" Don't know, sounds like watch maybe? And uh, maybe William."
" Well if they sent us the word, it can only be trouble. Load up and get ready." Bridgett said.
Bridget un-slung her rifle and Jess unsheathed her bowie knife. Jason unholstered his guns handing one to Seras and the other to Pip. " Nothing ever changes when it comes to guns, just point and pull," Jason said while unsheathing his sword.
The party lead up by Jason and Jess, and backed up by Seras who was slowly walking backwards with her gun poised, stepped out into the hall. At first everything seemed to be exactly as they had left it, but that was obviously wrong. After taking only a few steps everyone, except Pip began to feel like their skin was on fire, and a buzzing droned in their heads, so loud it threatened to split their skulls.
" What the hells going on!?" Seras yelled.
" It's a barrier," Jess replied.
They slowly moved forward, and sure enough there they were. Pieces of old parchment stuck in the walls with small iron nails. Drawn on the parchment was dozens, maybe even hundreds of symbols written in thick black ink. Accompanying the symbols was writing that seemed to be Latin, though none of them could make it out.
" No!" Seras gasped.
They continued forward and found black muddy stains on the walls, accompanied by dozens of long silver bayonets stabbed deep into the stone at every angle.
" He can't, he can't still be alive. There's just no, no way," Seras stammered.
A figure was left hanging on the wall. A still living (or less dead) vampire. His arms and legs were pinned to the wall with more blades, as if it were a mock Crucifix. Suddenly there was a whistling in the air and a single blade flew from the darkness behind them and stabbed the FREAK through the heart reducing him to blood and ash.
They all spun around, just as Seras was filled with several blades. The same thought ran through her mind as when the first incident occurred That didn't just happen. She fell to her knees as the intense heat caused by the silver blades flared through her. From out of the darkness the giant approached her blades in hand. However, the dim light only reflected his glasses, blades, and his demonic Cheshire cat smile.
" I too have walked through the darkness and seen the filth that desecrates this world, and offends our Lord: God just through their existence. I have been made a soldier of light and carry my cross and my blades for Him. I will destroy all demons that walk this earth and purify it with their blood."
Before she passed out from the combined pain of the barriers and the multiple blades all she could think was, this isn't possible.
Again I'm fixing up the story (especially my half-ass attempt at the French accent).
