STAGE 1-8
It had only been a few minutes and already Chris was losing his patience with this place. It was obvious that someone had somehow rebuilt or completely redesigned the basement secretly long ago. The blueprint plans proved to be partially true. Key rooms were where they were supposed to be but the hallways additional rooms they were all different, and whats more there were stairwells leading deeper down. This building had to have had two more levels down. However most stairways had a locked door at the bottom, essentially locking Chris on the first level with Rebecca.
"Maybe Jill and Josh should have taken down here? At least then she could unlock one of these damn doors!" Rebecca shouted kicking a door.
-Hellsing-
In her room Seras was shocked out of her daze sitting unable to do anything inside her tank, and the good doctor across from her jolted out of his weary half-sleep from a single loud bang on the door.
-Resident Evil-
Chris and Rebecca continued on. So far there hadn't been much of real interest, a few store rooms filled with spare supplies, a few rooms filled with occultist symbols various silver items and antique weapon replicas made of silver. Chris took a few photos of these and left ignoring them, so what if the crazy Brit woman had some weird tastes and fetishes, so did Oswald with his mansion filled with hand-cranks, traps, and those things that Jill had labeled as guardians of insanity. Finally Chris reached what was the most interesting room in the basement so far.
It was a simple firing range at first glance but Chris could recognize that it had more to it than that. What kind of firing range had multiple doors on the sides of the actual range. The placement of the targets also seemed odd, one looked like a blowup of the Victoria BOW being held by what looked like a demented priest, another was a armored SWAT team, in another portion was a number of demonic looking Nazis, and further down range was a cutout of Bella from twilight with several holes in her head, with another cut out of the Victoria BOW kissing a cut out of the Edward Cullin character from twilight standing in front of the target. There was also one of Integra, a pair of glasses on her eyes and a saber in hand. Another cut out was of a massive man with a pair of oversized magnums wearing a red overcoat and red fedora hat and red shades with Victoria under his jacket hugging him as he ruffled her hair. On another side of the room one placed on its side was one of a butler looking old man, with one cutout of a fat little man in a white suit next to him.
"That woman must have been crazy. It was obvious that she had turned this shooting range into some sort of art gallery for whatever illogical fantasy's about vampires went through her head." Chris shock his head in disgust, as he lept over the bench to further investigate the doors on the side of the gallery. The first he tried lead into a small storeroom with a piece of paper. Rebecca cautiously followed over the bench.
"This is what happens when Hollywood tries to romanticize monsters, sure Twilight was a fairly good movie, but this girl must have gone nuts because of it. She started mixing up her idea of tall dark and handsome with the monsters they were trying to make down here. A very unique case of a psychological attachment disorder geared towards fantastical characters. " Rebecca stated looking at the cutout of Seras kissing Edward. She then reached out and brushed her fingers against it. As she brushed her fingers she noticed the device placed at the bottom. Fortunately she was able to dodge as the small C4 detonated destroying the piece. Chris came rushing out of the small storeroom to find Rebecca on the ground hands over her head. She looked at Chris with an embarrassed look "God above that was too close."
"Rebecca what happened?" Chris asked, quickly helping his companion to her feet and checking her over for injuries. Rebecca shook her head sharply before looking to splintered remains of the cardboard image. Narrowing her eyes she replied.
"It looks like a explosive was placed so that the moment the target was disturbed it would detonate. Perhaps as extra incentive to never hit it." Rebecca then carefully scanned the room, already she noticed that nearly all the undamaged targets were placed in a way that they were blocking the damaged ones, and each of unscathed cutouts had a small device planted at their feet. "Looks like she had an interesting way of showing herself if she had missed."
Giving Rebecca a steady pat on the back, Chris reached into his pocket and pulled out a small note. To which she raised an eye. "What's this?" Chris just shrugged. She quickly pulled the small item out from Chris' hand and read it aloud. "Owe Aimè-Andre, idiot took up the bet and stole a page of Victoria's diary. Got it hidden in the break room, lord I hope she doesn't kill him when she wakes up. Page mentioned something about one of the 'basement keys' she hid."
Chris smirked amusingly, and crossed his arms over his chest. "So she hid keys around the basement? What kind of person does something as irresponsible as that?"
Rebecca smirked before replying. "What kind of person designed the Spencer estate, or leaves the code to a new safe just laying around?" Rebecca then scanned the small note again. "but if we can find this page mentioned in the note we can find the key that opens more doors down here." immediately the pair of Mansion destroying champions began checking in the remaining rooms intent on finding the mentioned page. Chris was the lucky one to find it. After searching Chris finally found the break room and the locker with the name Andre scribbled on it. Indeed inside tapped to the back of the door was a slightly torn piece of paper.
Quickly taking the paper Rebecca read aloud. "Dear diary, as you know I've been looking to make things more interesting around here by hiding the spare keys to the basement's lower levels around on what the newer recruits are calling my 'floor' you already know where in my private armory I hid the key to the dungeon, but tonight I found a good spot to put the key to my armory. I figured that master always viewed doors and walls beneath him, so that's where I placed the key, beneath his immage." Rebecca took a moment to reread the letter. "beneath him?"
Chris quickly ran out of the room and rushed over to the standup target of Sir Integra. "It's beneath her master, so obviously-"
"Chris dodge!" Chris obeyed immediately jumping away from where he was just as the cutout exploded in a similar manner as the last. Chris looked back in shock at what was once the ground he was standing on, now cracked , disheveled and burning.
"but-"
"It says beneath HIM Chris." Rebecca cut off, a near panicked look on her face. That could mean anyone of the male posters out here." Chris cast a glance about the room, there were indeed a number of targets with unique looks, a man with a eye patch and safari hat with his arm draped over Seras in the image, one of a man in a red jacket patting her on the head, one of a strange demented looking man in white, one in a corner of a elder gentleman with a gloved hand on Victoria's shoulder.
"If their all booby-trapped we might end up dying before we find it."
-Hellsing-
So far Brother Joseph was now certain that the name Hellsing meant that this family was descended from the bastions of Hell's demented servants. Shortly after entering this place he had almost been eaten by an ghoulish soldier, attacked by a hoard of undead doctors, nearly killed by no less than seven elaborate death traps, three of which he had to sit around waiting for Heinkle to deactivate before it killed him, and now he was involved in a firefight between five SAS in a defensible hallway end, with the cross-dressing nun unconscious next to him. "going and getting knocked out...sure it was a lucky shot but..." Joseph continued to whine as bullets whittled down the metal door he was hiding behind, soon he would have nothing substantial between himself and bullets of the heathen scum.
"I told her going deeper in was foolish, but no she blasts out the lock, goes to the damn cell control and sets off an alarm." Joseph growled as a spray of bullets whizzed over his head. "and now I'm meeting my end at the hands of not demons or the forces of hell but instead damn security guards!" as Joseph whined to himself, Heinkle sat back up, drew out one of her handguns and fired killing one f the guards instantly, for her killing such men was easy, they were not anything like the monsters they thought they were defending as served as nothing more than a waste of bullets.
-Resident Evil-
Jill opened the door to the main floor cautiously, the door lead to an abandoned hallway and was concealed by a mirror. Scanning the hall Jill could see that something was definitely off with the mansion. Laying on the floor were a number of dead, zombie soldiers. Further towards the front of the mansion a pair of zombies were stuck to the wall by a number of large spears, one was still alive as it tried to pull itself from where it was pinned. Jill dispatched it with her knife as she and Josh walked by.
The building she noted had a number of large separate rooms kept divided by the long hallways. Many of these rooms seemed explicate to lord of the house's various interests and preferences. One room seemed to be a empty guest lounge, another was cleared and orderly with a fencing mat in the center, another was a oversized dinning room with few chairs at the table. Walking into the dinning room Josh cast a gaze around. "So this is how the other half lives. If you ask me seems kind of lonely, for a table that big you could stick a whole platoon of men, but instead she's got what eight chairs at the table." Josh then pointed to a second floor balcony with a small stair that lead up to it. "But notice the security, those metal shutters probably closed the moment that alarm went off. Proceeding from here could be quite dangerous"
Jill nodded in agreement. By now Hellsing had locked down the mansion and were sweeping the premises for infected. If Jill and Josh were not careful they could find themselves locked into a battle with Hellsing's security forces. However so far the first floor of the mansion had been nearly empty and it was time to move into the main hall, and from there to the second floor. Fortunately the main hall was near meaning that Jill and Josh could quickly reach it. "Josh, let's head to the next level maybe we can learn more from there."
-Resident Evil: the Hellsing files-
Billy Johnson ran out of ammo, he hadn't taken a knife with him, and the last of the bombs the kind mister had given him had already been used. So he put down the useless weapons and walked towards one of the men he had killed recently. The body was stirring and moaning, just like the lady said they would. Slowly the body began to rise. Billy looked over to his classmates, they were waving good-bye to him, eventually they too would either run out of ammo or the immense power they had been given would reject them and they would pass on.
Before the power had taken him, when Billy had seen the strange mister and the scary red eyed lady he was like the others, in fact he foolishly had tried to get away, he had wet himself and gagged as the man shoved a wiggly gross thing down his best friend Lisa's throat. But then she stopped fighting like the other children and instead hugged Billy and put her mouth to his. Billy tried to get away as he felt her gift of power try to go down his throat, but then he suddenly understood that the master Plagas had a purpose for him, that he wasn't worthy of the power he was given and needed to die. He needed to die and now he could feel death clamping about his neck. Billy smiled knowing the others would do as the master Plagas wanted and he and Lisa would be playing together again in a bit, and then death tore his flesh.
-Resident Evil-
"Well if we think that she's a psychotic we might guess that it's the most unstable looking one here. And with the way she wrote it on the paper, I'd assume it's someone she looked up to." Rebecca suggested as best she could. He guess did narrow it down a bit, Chris supposed. There were only three individuals whose images seemed to suggest someone the woman had looked up to, one the man with the eye patch, the second the image of the butler seemed to suggest he was a grandfatherly figure. And then there was this third one, the man definitely seemed like a lunatic, but so did the one of the blond little man with the white suit, though the several bullet holes in the neither of that one suggested a supreme dislike of the individual. So going off what would be the best bet Chris walked up to the target of the man in red whose image had Miss Victoria hugging it, and he began to search around it's base, hoping that the target did not explode. The key was down there.
"Rebecca I found it. Now all we need to do is find her private armory and we can go down to the next level." Chris shouted standing up with the key in hand. As he did so a small group of zombies broke into the room, each one wearing SAS uniforms and bearing down on a surprised Rebecca who had been heading towards the door. Chris quickly pulled out his smith & Wesson 500 and fired several rounds quickly disabling the closest zombies to Rebecca who quickly pulled out her Beretta and fired into the small group. It took Chris and Rebecca several moments of non-stop firing until the last zombie stopped moving, it's now inanimate corpse laying with it's head next to Rebecca's ankle. "That...That was too close." Rebecca sighed.
"We need to move quickly, things might get worse." Chris warned, leading Rebecca onwards, checking every door as they proceeded.
Eventually they found the door, and inside was a simple room with various items. Oversized anti-tank rifles, small canon assemblies, an old police uniform that looked like a canon had been fired through the left breast. An out of date ID laying in the center of a table, with a scythe and a hat one would expect to see out in the outback laying next to it. The hat one of the men from the target room had been wearing. Chris thought a moment about the image he had seen, the man in the picture seemed like a old lover or something of that sort, obviously he also held some connection to Seras. "First guess under the hat." Chris said lifting the hat up...and finding he was right. "Too easy."
-Hellsing-
Integra pulled out her phone and dialed Alexis. "I'm moving from my office it's apparent that this room is about to become compromised, I'll be taking command from the meeting room. On the third floor." as she said this a group of five zombies, mainly maids and SAS finally broke through the main door. Integra put them all down quickly before continuing on. As she walked she could make out some distinctly strange noises coming from the air ducts. "And Alexis, be sure we purge the ventilation system, someone could still be crawling around up there."
why he's not in the story: HUNK
character select:
→ Soap (he's like tofu but British)
→ "LEEEON HELP"
→ Will Smith?
→ OMN nom nom
→ HUNK (Hunt. Umbrella. Nerd. Kill.)
Stage select:
→ fake American town
→ yet another middle eastern town
→ a middle eastern town with a seaside veiw
→ random field
→ another 'secret' Russian base in the middle of nowhere
→ London!
Select difficulty:
→ Call of Duty
→ easy
→ I think I point the gun at the monster
→ normal
→ oh look another Nazi zombies
→ god help us NAZI VAMPIRES!
→ the fist few Resident evils
BEGIN!
As they gathered the large force of a hundred members of the Last Battalion noticed their next target. Across from them was the disabled orphan babies hospital, with Jill trapped in a sandwich making machine. All with a single gas-mask wearing fool of a human in their way.
Watching his pray HUNK prepared his P-8, Grenade launcher, and his AK-74 calmly ensuring none of the weapons were foolish enough to jam on him. Meanwhile the Nazis watched hungrily they were eager for a meal, but this strange human was certainly entertaining, thinking that he can stop death with lead bullets. As they sat there one of the SS got overly impatient. "Can we hurry up, there are babies, waiting for us to stab and Jill sandwiches to be made!" the other Nazis agreed. "ya!"
Immediately the group charged towards the man but as they did they found a spray of bullets and explosions in their path as HUNK fired his AK with one hand and the Grenade launcher in the other. They pulled up their own weapons and fired but their rounds did not pierce the mini-gamed champion's think Umbrella issued body armor. However HUNK soon ran out of ammo for his Grenade launcher, and needed to reload his AK. As he did the remaining forty Nazis closed in, opting to use their bayonets, combat knives, and fangs against him. As the first Nazi approached a blade emerged from HUNK's shoe and with a single kick he killed the vampire. Soon the mass of monsters were upon him, and HUNK was forced to dispatch them with his many hidden combat knives.
Soon forty became twenty, and twenty became ten. As HUNK got into a system of dodge kill, shoot, kill, drop grenade, kill. The remaining ten vampires backed off. "how, how are you killing us?" HUNK stared coldly at the Nazi. "simple I'm death." enraged one of the Nazis closed in and bit into HUNK's neck, only to be shocked as his head was removed.
"THE DEATH CANNOT DIE!" HUNK roared charging towards the last nine, who in turn ran away quickly.
Later as he sat upon a large mound of dead vampires and catholic crusaders HUNK received a phone call CAPCOM had a new mini-game for him.
