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Lupus Explosivae

30 years ago.

He woke up to find himself buried under a mountain of rubble and debris and he was very much alive...even though he vaguely remembered the draculina and her familiar plunged his fist into his chest with the silver tooth before flipping him the bird.

Finding little strength in his limbs (which appeared to have regenerated), he pushed himself off the cold ground and rocks and pebbles rolled off him. Glancing around, the city of London lay in ruins around him and numerous cold, human corpses littered the ground. The blimp was gone. Hellsing was gone. The Major, the Doktor, the Nazis, Schrodinger... All gone. However, he was not alone for a woman dressed in white with snowy white hair stood a distance away with her back to him and as he moved to stand, she turned round.

"Hello, Alpha." She said, her gaze landing on his form. Her ashen appearance contrasted heavily with her eyes, which were a shade of gold.

He didn't say anything in response or greet her in any way but he did stare at her blankly, considering he remembered that this woman before him should be dead. He recognised her as Beta, who was long gone from his life after a certain incident, and he was stunned but did not show it, his face a blank canvas. After long years of hardships, battles and the things he had witnessed and he had become a different man, drained and devoid of emotion to the point that he felt nothing inside and that he could not muster a smile or a frown no matter what the situation was. He was no more than a husk, a lifeless, empty shell.

Glancing down at himself, he was still dressed in his tarnished pants and he had his gloves on, indicating this might be just a few moments after his battle with the draculina in the Zeppelin.

"Yes, you're alive." Beta added, "You died, but you also didn't. It's a bit confusing, but just accept it for now, okay?"

He didn't quite understand. It should've ended there. He felt the chip burning him. He was no longer able to regenerate. The silver killed him. Killed everything about him, ate away all his cells and took his soul. He had smiled. He thought it was the end. How could this happen?

"Well, it seems the Major lied to you and used you to the very end...or maybe someone out there still has plans for you so here you are. You're not quite ready to join the pack yet after all." Beta said.

His fists clinched slightly as he pondered her words. But he had been alive for more than a century! What else could possibly be out there for him?

"There's a lot of blood on your hands since you became a Nazi. You may as well be responsible for the deaths of those three million civilians." She murmured, "So what will you do? Seek out Hellsing and ask that draculina to kill you again?"

Earnestly, he was no longer sure.

Suddenly, the sounds of a baby a distance away grabbed his attention and he glanced over. He spotted a grubby white bundle on the ground that was flailing and tossing and turning. A few feet away, a woman lay helpless and distressed under a car that was overturned.

"Help!" Once she spotted him and he spotted her, she was screaming for his attention frantically whilst trying to reach the infant with one outstretched arm, "Someone help me!"

Turning to Beta, the Captain stared at her and she stared at him.

"Will you help her?" She said.

He glanced at the trapped woman again, then Beta - only to realise she was gone and had vanished from his sight.

A ghost from the past, perhaps. He lifted himself off the ground and went over, pushing away steel bars and other crumbling buildings that were in his way, tossing them to the side like they weighed nothing. As he arrived at the woman and her car, she stared up at him pleadingly. She was covered all over in blood, clearly a survivor of the battle. There was a dead body beside her, a male...possibly the husband. At first, he stared at her for a while until lifting the car off her with one hand before depositing the vehicle to the side effortlessly, revealing that one of her arms had been severed from the accident. She stared at him wide-eyed as he proceeded to trudge over to the white bundle and pick it up, revealing the baby inside. The baby looked up at him, gurgling and laughing. He returned to the woman and promptly handed her the baby. She accepted the bundle and held the infant gingerly with her one arm.

"...Thank you." She muttered, trying to smile at him, only to fail miserably.

He merely stared at her for a while until the ground slowly became bathed in a warm orange glow; he turned and saw the sun rising over the horizon, indicating a new dawn.


Present.

Things hadn't changed much since thirty years ago.

London was more or less the same. After the Battle and they slowly rebuilt everything back to normal with a few minor enhancements. A few monuments could no longer be restored, having been blasted beyond recognition and reparation thanks to Operation Sealion 2, namely Big Ben and the Tower of London. They called them terrorists and covered it up as an attack – perhaps the worst attack on London since World War Two. People's lives slowly began to return to normal but the laws were a little different now and the world was not as safe as it used to be; the Hellsing organisation would still continue their secret and vigorous prosecution of any Neo-Nazis who were attempting to plot another attack.

The Major was killed by Sir Integra. Schrodinger was dead but Alucard had returned. He couldn't remember how Doktor died. After the draculina defeated the Captain, he was blatantly wiped off the radar. Since then, he kept a low profile. He became Hans Gunsche. He still had his uniform, which he salvaged from a secret laboratory in Britain that still contained documents of Nazi experiments and operations. When he found it to salvage some supplies, namely his weapons and clothes, he realised nothing had been touched, indicating that Millennium was gone.

He was alone.

"...No...No, stop! Don't kill me!"

The Captain glanced over to see the girl on the bed tossing and turning in her covers until she finally woke up with a sharp gasp and sat up, panting.

Luna.

Luna wouldn't have been born yet. She wouldn't know anything about him or the war. All she knew about him, or what she thought she knew, was that he was her bodyguard, hired by her father. He had nothing to gain from helping her. Clutching at her chest, he watched as she wiped at her sweat-drenched forehead and wiped at her mouth, which was abnormally dry. Turning to the bedside table nearest to her, she grabbed the bottle of complimentary water for her taking. Before she opened it however, the Captain was abruptly at her side, his hand over hers. She looked up at him questioningly but he shook his head and took it off her.

She watched him as he unscrewed the lid and put it to his nose. Luna tilted her head to the side when he returned the bottle to her after a brief moment.

He nodded, indicating that it was safe.

Hurriedly, Luna downed a few gulps and let out a satisfied gasp. "What happened?"

The Captain pointed to the tray of food. It was still there, untouched, and becoming covered in a thin sheen of a frosty-looking substance. The poison. Frowning, she briefly remembered after she drank the orange juice, it was as though someone was stabbing her in the stomach with needles and she thought as though the life was being squeezed out of her. She said, "You didn't order the food, right? So...Someone tried to poison me?"

Again, he nodded.

"You saved me? Again?"

He did not nod or shake his head. All she received was a stare.

She sighed. "Dude, there's seriously no need to be so modest about it. I was poisoned! How on earth did you save me?"

A gesture to the medkit was her answer.

Luna pursed her lips. That was one hell of a medkit. She slipped off the bed and moved to stand; she didn't need his help this time and when she glanced at the window, she saw that it was now daylight and once she checked the clock, her eyes widened, "What! 11am! Why didn't you wake me up?"

He gave her a blank stare and she sighed.

Limping to the door, the Captain followed her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She said, "Let go; I'm going to find the son of a bitch who tried to poison me and make him pay!"

He threw his gaze to the door and to her, then shook his head firmly.

"Why not?!"

His gaze darkened as he gave her a stern look.

"But - "

Shaking his head slowly, her shoulder went slump under his grip. "F-fine...Well, we need to leave anyway. I need to get my phone; it should be ready now." She hobbled to the bed and picked up her dirty coat and dress; she had no choice but to put them on. With a sigh, she took her clothes and held them up. They were muddy and dirty and she sighed.

To her utmost surprise, the Captain suddenly went into his bag and fished out a grey hoodie and jeans and a pair of shoes. To her surprise, they appeared to be her size.

She gawped at him. "...When did you get those?"

He didn't reply, but remembering that she was conked out for the rest of the night and it was so late in the morning, it wasn't surprising if he went out to get something for her. Perhaps the most baffling of all was –

"How did you even know what size I am?" She blurted out.

There was a silence.

A long silence.

They stared at each other for a little than longer than necessary before Luna's cheeks ultimately reddened. "...Uh...How much did you exactly see last night?"

He gave her another stare but then pointed to her dirty dress and heels. He must've just used those to find out her size.

"Oh, right. Duh, of course. Thanks anyway." Luna promptly grabbed the new clothes off him, grabbed her underwear and marched to the bathroom to get dressed.


Later.

They checked out of the hotel at once with Luna pulling the hood over her head, glancing around shiftily, before she hurriedly made her way down the streets with the Captain behind her. She was a lot more comfortable now in normal everyday wear than the horrid itchy dress and equally horrid shoes. Arriving at Freddy's Phones, Luna was about to push open the door and enter until the Captain stopped her with an arm out. He was not looking at her when she glanced up at him expectantly.

"What?"

Finally, he turned to her and pointed to the ground. The stench of blood was strong within the shop.

"Huh?" She asked, confused. He pointed to the ground again, then shook his head. It took her a while to comprehend him fully and finally, she uttered out, "You want me to stay here?"

A nod.

"Why? Is something wrong? Is it not safe in there?"

His eyes narrowed as he lowered his head, the front of his cap casting a shadow over his eyes. He stared intently at the door with a frown then nodded. The Captain opened the door fully and she limped after him but he stopped her, shaking his head.

Luna frowned and crossed her arms. "But you can't leave me out here!"

Again, he responded with a firm shake of the head.

It was amazing that she understood him to a certain extent. "Alright, fine, I'll wait for you here but you better be quick about it. What if I get snatched, hm?"

The Captain nodded, then slipped inside the store without further ado.

He saw that it was empty and glanced around. The walls were splashed with blood, and various boxes and other items on the shelves were overturned and scattered on the shopfloor, possibly indicating a robbery, but he noticed that nothing was missing. The stench of blood was coming from the back of the shop behind the counter. He made his way over and saw Freddy on the floor, lying in a pool of his own blood. Dead. He had been stabbed multiple times. Searching the cupboards and Freddy's room, he did not see or find Luna's phone anywhere. It was all beginning to add up – the poison, dead Freddy, and Luna's missing phone. Someone was hot on their tail, determined that she did not return home alive.

Realising he'd left her alone for quite some time, he stormed out of the shop only to see that she was missing from the spot he had left her.

"Captain!" A voice screamed; he found her a distance away, being dragged across the street and shoved inside a black van by two masked men, dressed in garb identical to the ones he killed in the woods. "Captain, help!"

Luna was being taken away; the moment he left her side and this had happened. Typical.

The sliding doors slammed shut behind her and the van roared into life, speeding down the empty street with a screech of its tyres. The Captain followed the van, not letting it out from his sight as he sprinted after it. He saw a masked man poke his head out of the window and aim a rather large rifle at his direction, finger curling around the trigger. Obscenities were yelled before the man unleashed a hail of bullets.

The Captain dodged them, darting left and right, and the streets were full of the sound of bullets ricocheting against the tarmac. Cue screams from frightened civilians.

"Who the heck is this guy?!" He could hear the men inside the van yelling at each other.

"Who bloody cares?! Get rid of him!"

The van accelerated, whooshing down the road before turning a sharp right. The Captain pursued, avoiding more gunfire headed his way. The van didn't get very far despite the fact that it was racing down the streets at eighty miles per hour and once the Captain was near enough, he grabbed the bottom of the van with one hand and dug his heels into the ground. The van's wheels spun like crazy, kicking up dust in its wake, tyres screeching. Ultimately, it went nowhere. The Captain reached over and stabbed his fingers into the steel. It bent under his fingertips and he ripped the doors off their hinges and tossed them over his shoulder, revealing three masked men inside who were trying to tie up and gag Luna, whom they'd pushed to the floor.

Everyone stopped to stare.

Even Luna looked stunned to see him.

"Captain!" She exclaimed in relief; never had she been so happy to see him.

Throwing a quick glance at her, he noticed they had wounded her some way or another since she was clutching the side of her head which was bleeding.

The masked men were less than amused, however. "What the - ?!" The men shrieked in horror as the Captain proceeded to climb in and rose to his full height, the van shuddered violently under his weight. He towered over all the men inside who all seemed so small and tiny compared to his massive frame. "Do something!"

One man raised his gun, intending to fire at the Captain but before he could pull the trigger, Luna screamed "No!" and without thinking twice, she lunged at the man with the gun and grabbed at him, causing him to shoot bullets into the roof.

"Get off!" He yelled, shoving her roughly to the floor before aiming the gun at her.

Suddenly, a gloved hand grabbed the barrel of the rifle and bent the metal in half; the man glanced up in shock, only to be punched in the face so hard he flew backwards and smashed through the windshield, out of the van and onto the road, scaring the driver in progress who abruptly steered the van to a left. The Captain stood, fist clenched, and glanced at Luna. She gave him an awkward, tiny smile in response – otherwise, she appeared unharmed. There were still two men to take down – and Luna glanced worriedly as the Captain faced the two men at once. One wielded a deadly combat knife whilst the other had a hand gun and grenade.

The two men came at him, yelling and screaming; the Captain ducked from a flying fist, evaded a bullet. With a turn of his body, he appeared behind one of the men and grabbed him. The man was helpless in the Captain's grip and in a split second there was a dreadful 'crack' and Luna saw that he'd snapped his neck, twisting the man's head round so forcefully that his head sat on his shoulders, facing the wrong way. The last man shared a kinder fate, or so Luna believed – he came charging at the Captain with the grenade in hand and tossed it at him after biting off the ring - the Captain dodged it and punched him with such brute force, his hand went right through his guts and out of his back.

Pulling his bloodied fist out and shaking his fingers free of flesh and shattered bone, he spotted something sliding out of the pockets of the man's coat and saw that it was Luna's phone - which now appeared to be fixed - and he grabbed it and slipped it into his pockets. Next, he turned to Luna and she stared at him, blinking wide-eyed. The grenade rolled around on the floor of the van, and he grabbed her and lifted her into his arms, then leapt out of the van and onto the road where the van sped away before exploding and flying into the air in a spectacular fashion, before returning to the ground in a mushroom cloud.

Thankfully they were far away and free from harm but Luna gawped at the sight behind them; the van lay in the middle of the road in flames.

The Captain seemed unfazed as Luna panted heavily and gripped onto his collar, clutching him so tightly her knuckles were shaking and turning white. This is like something out a freaking Hollywood movie! She thought to herself, swallowing down the lump in her throat. Suddenly, the Captain delved a hand into his pockets and took something out, handed it to her – it was her phone.

She shakily accepted it, "T-thank you..." She uttered wobbly. Glancing up at the Captain, she added, "Are you hurt?"

He shook his head.

"Okay, good."

When he did not look away from her, she said, "...Me? I'm fine." He didn't seem convinced, considering how long he was gazing at her, and she huffed. "I'm fine. And so is my leg." Then she smiled widely at him. "But thanks for asking."

There was no response, but she knew he was listening.

With Luna safe in his arms, he walked down the road silently.