"I'm serious, Warren, something ain't right here," Police Inspector Deramen protested to his partner Inspector Gladwell as they walked through the halls of The Incorruptible, a tanker ship; the very same tanker that had gone missing three days ago, off the coast of Northern Spain.

"The ship was due to dock in Cairo, but after three days overdue, it was reported missing. What's it doing all the way in London?" inquired Gladwell. The two men walked further in with their flashlights, looking for any sign of the crewmen. Sadly, the Inspectors found nothing; no signs of life anywhere.

"Now that's odd, really odd. There's absolutely no one here," said Gladwell, curiously; he was very puzzled on this conundrum.

How could such a massive tanker like the Incorruptible landed here in the London pier, without a sign of any crew or any sign of foul-play on board? It's just not possible. Unfortunately, Inspector Deramen wasn't as curious as his partner. Being a Punjabi Indian, he took his Sikh faith very seriously; especially about the existence of evil spirits and being able to sense them. The hairs on his nape stood up, while he and Gladwell made their way through the ship's corridors.

Something wasn't right, for hours they had been inspecting the lower decks of the tanker ship and still, they found nothing. Deramen could feel evil in the air about the ship. The two Inspectors walked further into the ship until they entered onto the main deck. The men panned their flashlights around to see if anything on the deck was disturbed or missing; but everything was still in its place. All of the lifeboats were present and account for, but there was no still sign of the crew or the captain. Inspector Deramen's skin prickled with goose-bumps as they walked further on.

There's that feeling again.

Deramen turned to his partner, placing his hand on his shoulder, shaking him slightly. He said anxiously "Warren. We need to go, mate, it doesn't feel safe here. Let's go back and report to the Commissioner. We'll tell him that the crew's gone. I really think we need to get the hell out of here."

Inspector Gladwell, not looking back at his frightened partner, rolled his eyes as he replied, "Karhsi, we're on orders to find any evidence that would suggest that the ship was stolen. There's no way that a vast tanker like this could steer itself with an entire crew of 118 men gone missing. So we need to find out what happened."

"746? Come in 746. What's your status? Over." Gladwell shirked out of his partner's grip, to answer the radio call. It was Commissioner Wilmer.

"596, this is 746. Nothing here so far, sir. No signs of life. No crewmen. Over."

"Well, keeping looking, this is very serious matter. According the Oceanic Registrar, this ship was due for Cairo, three days ago; find out who diverted the ship. Over."

Gladwell look over at his partner, evidently bothered by the menacing feel of the dark ship. He scoffed and replied into the radio, "Yes sir, we'll continue searching on the top decks and loading pit. Over and out."

Gladwell smirked and snorted at his partner's superstitious behavior and turned to continue on the search. He didn't even bother to turn his head to yell back, "Come on then! We have to search the ship thoroughly; we need to find any evidence of the crew." Hesitantly, Deramen ran to catch up to his foolhardy partner; unaware of the bright grey eyes on the ceiling, watching them walk on.

The Inspectors walked up the stairs to check cockpit for any sign of life; they were baffled to see that there was no one at the helm. The ship this large couldn't have steered itself.

Gladwell turned the lights on in the cockpit, and the search lights on the deck, allowing them the full view of the main deck. Gladwell turned to the captain's desk looking for the ship's log to see if there was some clue about the crew's disappearance. He also checked the inventory log to see if there was anything of interest that would make the ship a target of terrorists or pirates. In the meantime, Deramen looked the place over to find physical evidence. He stopped for a moment to take a breath; and that's when he heard….

THUMP.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?!" Deramen yelled, jumping back in panic. Gladwell, frustrated with his partner's antics, threw a paperclip at his head.

He blurted out "Oh, for God's sakes...Pull yourself together!" He rolled his eyes and continued his reading.

"I heard something; I swear to God, I heard something. There's something on the ship."

"How so?" Gladwell replied rudely, sighing loudly in annoyance at his hysterical partner. "We've searched the entire ship, Karhsi. There's no one here, but us. Christ!"

"Warren, I am tellin' you, mate; something's stickin' me in my bones about this ship. There's something evil lurking within this place. I can feel it, the 'malice', its everywhere. In the walls, through the floor, on the ceiling, its like it's all around us. I'm not making this up." Deramen continued with his protest; his flashlight was, literally, shaking in his hands. Gladwell looked at his partner sideways and just scoff, "oh Bollocks! You're driving me bloody balmy with your silly Sikh superstition, mate." Gladwell went back to checking the inventory log, but there was nothing out of the ordinary about it, nothing of interest.

"There's nothing here." He sat down in the desk chair to take a moment. Folding his hands in his lap, Gladwell pondered about the situation. Where could a crew of 118 men hide without being found? Then it hit him…The only place big enough was the loading pit. Looking over at his almost pale partner, he snidely spoke, "Karhsi, you're acting like a scared little girl. How about you go make yourself useful and check out the cargo hold?"

He almost broke out in laughter at the sight of Deramen's look of shock to the question. Gladwell then stood up and snorted, "Ok, I'll do it." He walked downstairs to go check the loading pit for the crew, with Deramen not far right behind him, in his panicked state. Gladwell panned his flashlight around the edge of the opened dark pit to look for evidence of life, and still there was nothing there.

NOTHING...

He sighed in dissatisfaction. Then the reckless Inspector walked around to climb down the ladder that led into the pit. Deramen, too afraid to move any further, stood in the one spot, overlooking the pit. He did nothing, but watched his partner climb down into the dark pit by himself to search for evidence of the ship's crew. Deramen felt practically surrounded by the presence of evil, so much so, that he didn't sense a dark figure standing behind him; watching him with piercing grey eyes.

The hairs on Deramen's neck stood up, his skin turned cold and his feet went numb. Gladwell looked around and found nothing again. He then looked up at his partner, and shouted up at him, "Nothing here either. It's weird. It's almost like they just vanished off the ship. Alright, Deramen! Let's get the hell out of here!"

As he was about to walk towards the ladder, Gladwell was startled by a loud thud that came from behind him. It sounded like a hatch door opening. He turned around to see a man standing in the doorway, a small light shining behind him. Gladwell was taken by surprise, they had search the ship high and low and had found absolutely nothing. So where did this man come from? Was he one of the crewmen? Gladwell had to find out.

"Sir?" he shouted firmly. The man didn't reply. Gladwell squinted inquisitively. "Sir? Are you employed on this ship?" the man still didn't answer; he seemed to be frozen. He wasn't standing like a normal man, he wasn't standing up straight and firm on his feet; he seemed to be more suspended, like a scarecrow in a cornfield.

Gladwell was growing nervous. He called out to the man again, "Sir, are you employed on this ship?" The man moved a little, turning his head to look at Gladwell. Then he started to slowly walk over to Gladwell, not in normal way; he moved as if he was sleepwalking, like a marionette moving on strings. Just then Gladwell noticed that he had something in his hand; it looked like… an AXE.

Gladwell swiftly un-holstered his gun and pointed it at the man's head. "Sir? Put the weapon down and get on your knees!" he shouted out but the man continued walking toward him, dragging the axe with him.

"Sir, put the weapon down! He said again to the man but he continued walking toward him. "Don't make me shoot you!" a final warning, but when the man got close enough; he slowly lifted the axe over his head. Gladwell quickly shot him point-blank between the eyes. The man's body fell down, and right before Gladwell's eyes, the body crumbled to dust. The inspector was awe-struck at what he just witnessed. He turned his gaze up to look up at his partner, who also saw the whole thing. Deramen was shocked to see the body disintegrate like that and was suddenly nauseous. Gladwell then saw a dark figure standing behind Deraman, ready to pounce on him.

"Karhsi, behind you!" Gladwell yelled out to his partner, pointing his gun at the figure to protect him. He was completely caught by surprise when another man, came from out of the hatch, grabbed onto his arm and bite down hard. Gladwell hollered out in pain and struggled to get the man off of him. He had no choice but to shoot the man in the back, killing him. Gladwell stunned by the surprise attack, turned his attentions to his partner, who was now in a chokehold by the dark figure.

He quickly pointed his gun to shoot the attacker. He didn't notice when the man that he had shot sprang back up, he jumped on the inspector's back, pulling him down to the ground and bit hard into his neck. The Inspector screamed; excruciating pain shot through his veins. He found enough strength to pull the man over his head and then shoot him three times in the chest, once he hit the ground. Gladwell was fatally injured. Deraman could nothing in his position, he was being held, by the neck, by a dark figure, forced to watch his partner fight off men coming from the hatch like ants from a mound. Each taking a huge bite out of Gladwell, until, he had lost too much blood to fight. He slumped down to his knees in pain and agony from his wounds. He couldn't fight anymore.

Lying helplessly on the ground, he looked up in time to see people standing around him; hundreds of people, men, women, children, and including those wearing crewmen uniforms. They all flocked into the loading pit. They were all standing there, looking at helpless Gladwell.

He saw their eyes glowed red like demons; crying silently to himself, he could sense the end. Deramen was right; there was something evil on the ship. And they walked right into it. The creatures surrounded Gladwell, they took no pity or time to pounce on him and tear him limb from limb. They sucked all the meat off his bones and slurped up his entrails.

Deramen was shock and disgusted at the sight of his partner of eight years being eaten alive by these creatures; they left nothing to untouched. They even took the time eat his bones. His flesh was shared among the masses like communion, but they looked totally unsatisfied with just him as their meal. They started to scream for more. The creatures then turned their attentions to the figure holding Deramen by his throat right over them. They relentlessly clawed and nipped at him as he was dangled over them, like a juicy bone to rabid dogs. He screamed at the sight of them; fearing that he would share the same fate as his decreased partner. The dark figure gave him a wicked smile then began squeezing his throat, slowly choking the life out of him.

Quickly thinking, Deramen gather enough of his fleeting air and coughed out to the figure "Don't kill me please. Please, I can serve you. I can help you."

Almost immediately, the figure stopped tightening his grip and glared at the Inspector with those piercing eyes. He then loosened his grip on the man's neck, threatening to let him fall into the pit but instead he replied in a sinister tone, "Yes... I believe you can."

Suddenly, the dark figure pulled Deramen back over to the side and placed firmly on the deck floor. Deramen fell to his knees, gasping for breath as the evil figure moved in front of him; it, then, crouched down closer and angrily hissed out in Deramen's ear.

"Take me to Hellsing."