Hello! The psychotic writer who never finishes anything is back. 8D

Just wanting to say that I have Agent HUNK's full permission to toy around with his Hellsing OC Fenrir Wolfsbane. He helped me plot this out, actually…

BTW, I like reviews. .;; They encourage me to continue my stories.

As the pair made their way to the training grounds, Belle studied the soldier who was supposed to be administering her skill assessment. He had brown hair tied back in a ponytail, somewhat golden-colored eyes, and a large and rather creepy looking scar on his throat.

When the soldier noticed Belle examining his scar, he flipped the collar of his uniform up to mostly hide it from view.

"So," said Belle as the pair walked, "What's your name?"

"Fenrir," replied the soldier, "Fenrir Wolfsbsane."

"Nice name," commented Belle.

"Thank you," said Fenrir, smiling a little.

The two continued on in silence until they reached the training grounds and halted in front of an obstacle course.

"You have to run this course and I'll time you. That's about it for this part of your assessment," said Fenrir as he produced a stopwatch from his pocket.

"Alright," said Belle as she stationed herself at the entrance and waited for Fenrir to tell her to go.

"Your time starts…" Fenrir tapped the stopwatch, "Now."

At his signal, Belle shot off through the obstacle course. Compared to her training in the army, this was easy-peasy. She danced through the tires, scaled the rock wall with relative ease, rappelled down the other side of the wall with little trouble, swung over a mud pit without slipping off of the dirty rope, but ran into a bit of trouble crawling under the barbed wire field. Her hair kept getting caught whenever the wind tugged it into the wire, slowing her down.

She finished the obstacle course, her time slightly lower than average due to the troubles with her hair.

"What's next?" asked Belle, watching Fenrir mark down her time and a few notes on a clipboard.

"Shooting range," said Fenrir as he started off that way. Belle followed.

Once there, the soldier who was manning the range set out a few guns for Fenrir to test Belle's proficiency with.

Belle picked up a standard handgun and aimed carefully at the target before shooting. Straight through the heart. With that, she picked up the next gun, some sort of assault rifle. Despite her army training, she wasn't all that great with larger guns and managed to hit what would be the lung on the cardboard cutout.

Fenrir recorded Belle's results as the redhead moved on to the next guns, a sniper rifle and a sub-machine gun. Neither of these yielded perfect results like the handgun had. She would need practice with the larger guns.

Once she set the sub-machine gun down, Belle looked off into the distance. "Is that a target?" she asked, squinting.

"Yeah…" said Fenrir as he too looked at the far-off target. Before Fenrir could say much else, Belle dove into the store room and came out with a rocket-propelled grenade launcher.

Fenrir's eyes widened as the redhead began to load the great gun. "No!" he yelped as he attempted to grab the rocket launcher from Belle.

In the chaos, someone managed to set the monstrosity off. Both Belle and Fenrir halted their fight over the gun to watch as the far away target exploded.

"Oooooohhhh…" they chorused in unison as they watched the target burn.

"Anyway," said Fenrir as he picked up the gun and stored it away, "Time to see how good you are with hand-to-hand combat." With that, he led Belle to a training building.

"Now," he said, taking on a fighting stance as soon as he and Belle were on the mat that lay in the center of the large room, "I'm going to throw some punches at you and you block."

Belle nodded and took up a stance of her own.

Fenrir threw a punch at Belle and she caught it expertly, aiming one of her own at him. Fenrir blocked and more punches were thrown. Suddenly, Belle gripped Fenrir's arm and tried to throw him over her shoulder. As she turned to toss him, he gripped her in a headlock. With a growl, she grabbed his arm and spun out of his grasp before tossing another punch at him. He caught her fist and attempted to throw his own punch, which Belle caught. The pair stood facing one another wearing identical glares.

"Oh, this is fun," said Alucard with a smile as he watched the assessment, which had degraded into a barroom brawl between Belle and Fenrir.

"I thought I assigned Pip to her for the assessment," said Integra absently as she watched the brawl through the one-way mirror. "Alucard!" she snapped, glaring at the vampire as she realized that he was the one who had switched the men.

Alucard simply laughed.

In the training room, Belle was swinging a chair that she had snatched from a cluster of them near the back wall of the room at Fenrir's head.

"She really is violent," commented Integra as she watched the fight with interest. After landing a blow to Fenrir with the chair, Belle tossed it aside and the two were fighting hand-to-hand once more.

"That she is," said Alucard with a dark chuckle. Suddenly, his eyes widened. "Incoming, Master!" he said as he shielded Integra with his body.

Almost as soon as Alucard had spoken, Belle and Fenrir came hurtling through the glass, shattering it and sending pieces of glass flying. Thanks to Alucard, Integra had avoided quite a few nasty cuts.

On the floor, the battered, bruised, and now bloody pair rolled around in he shattered glass, hands around one another's necks.

"Stop," growled Integra as she stepped from behind Alucard and planted her foot between the heads of her two soldiers.

Both Belle and Fenrir looked up at Integra, then at their own messy state, and then at the broken window.

"I know, I know," sighed Fenrir. "It's coming out of my paycheck."

Integra nodded. "And yours as well, Miss Varner."

Belle groaned.

"Alucard, please escort these two idiots to someone who can clean them up," said Integra, glaring down at the bloody pair.

"I'll clean them up myself," said Alucard with a wicked grin.

"No you won't," snarled Integra.

"Alright," sighed Alucard as he hoisted both Belle and Fenrir up by their shirt collars and dragged them off to the infirmary.

As soon as his job was done, Alucard made his way via shadows to Integra's office.

"Oh, you're back," said Integra as she looked up from her paperwork.

"Master," started Alucard, "The woman, her blood smells… odd. Like burning wood." As an afterthought, he added, "Oh, and she's a virgin."

"Was that last really necessary Alucard?" grumbled Integra. "The smell is probably just her clothes or her perfume or shampoo or something."

"Whatever you say, Master," said Alucard as he slipped into the shadows and disappeared.