Hey Party People! New Chapter! Hope you like, sorry for length. I own neither of these franchises, but props to those who do.
Silence, nothing but a bone deep silence that enveloped all and drowned whatever it captured. It was dark and void like, so cramped that all his limbs were trapped, unable to move an mere inch. As is his body had been stuffed in a the smallest available coffin and then the lid nailed shut. It was only the stillness and silence that convinced him he was dead. There was no thrum of blood as it was pumped around his body, nor did a heavy heartbeat accompany it. The world was silent, dark, and cold.
Just like his Mama told him.
God he hated it when that woman was right. Death was never a friendly topic in his family, mostly due to their acceptance that whatever afterlife they earned would be one filled with torture. Not a nice thought for a six year old, or a eight year old, or a ten year old... well at this point it became clear the topic was never far from thought.
Although he had thought that his personal hell would be a bit more lively, the black void and unmovable conciseness would get old fast - solitary was the worst kind of torture. However, he'd been trying to get rid of people his whole life - but it wasn't what he imagined in terms of an eternity of torture. Mind you chains and whips were always just on the verge of kinky for him so, probably not much of a torture.
Nevertheless, it wasn't the worst punishment he could think. So, Zero settled himself into his dark little void, preparing for his next eternity. He allowed his thoughts to wander, and found himself reciting basic algebraic formulas. Tapping his fingers every so slightly against his leg to keep count of numbers.
He tapped again, drawing circles with his index finger, feeling the pressure on the muscle of his leg. His legs were wrapped in a coarse or cheap fabric he tried moving them, only to find they were bound together like Mummy's. Zero's musings stopped and he now focused entirely on his surroundings.
His body was wrapped and bound together, and now that he could discern pressure again, he could feel his face smushed against the hard surface of whatever he'd been trapped in. He was lying face down.
Holy fuck, he'd been buried alive.
He'd been buried alive upside down.
The calm from before fled him. His chest heaved as his muscles tighten. The box was smaller, the bounds were tighter, the earth was coming to claim him. The roots would make the first move, he knew they would, burrow into his skin like Bloody Rose would. Then is would hold him, a prisoner in the earth slowly rotting alone.
Zero screamed, long, deep, with a certain kind of inhumanity. It filled his coffin, drowning out the bangs he made as Zero struggled against his bounds. Then a new pain tore through him, entering through his back, clipping the right chamber of his heart and blowing open his whole right lung. He screamed again, trying to break free from the tight bonds.
Pressure then pain.
He'd been shot.
Zero gasped in relief. He wasn't in the ground yet, he had a chance. He resumed his struggle. It was futile, the Albino had been expertly bound leaving no leverage to free himself.
"Homebase one, homebase one, homebase one," Andrew repeated into the radio. "This is Charlie squad. Over." HIs words wore calm and concise, a sharp contrast to how he felt. The rest of the squad had already pulled the truck over into an empty field. Mark was dragging the coffin out now, while the others turned off the safety and trained their weapons onto the box.
They weren't ready for the scream, the box seemed to rustle ever so slightly, before an unholy noise erupted from it. The driver had pulled over immediately – following strict protocol – and then moved the coffin to limit the casualties.
"Report Charlie squad." Came the quick reply of the operator.
"The body transformed, we fired one shot, then followed protocol."
"Where did you aim?"
"Confirmed headshot."
"Then continue to the gravesite."
Andrew sighed, taking a deep breath to remain calm. They were in uncharted territory, this was Alucard's bullshit. Andrew worked as clean up and, at most, as a recovery agent – if the problem was that serious – he was comfortable two kilometers away downing the ghouls that wandered to close to the perimeter.
"That's the problem, it's still screaming, requesting ammunition change to blessed silver," Andrew replied, with enviable professionalism. It was seriously only years of experience that was keeping him from freaking out like some of the new recruits.
"Charlie squad you can confirm you destroyed the head?"
"Copy."
"Charlie squad, standby."
"Copy."
Mark looked at him from the field, where the rest of the squad threatened the irregular ghoul still bound to his box. He was questioning, barely holding back from emptying a cartridge of blessed silver into the undead bastard. Andrew shook his head, Mark sighed.
"Charlie squad, do you copy?"
"Loud and clear."
"Hold your position, Delta squad is on their way to assist you. Return with them and the ghoul to Homebase. Over and out," said the operator.
"Copy."
Hello, I know I promised longer chapters, but circumstance has not been kind. I've been dealing with some depression lately and I don't know what I want to with my life, so I'm just going for finding a job. Anyway, this is the last chapter of set up, I'm sure I've said that before, anyway, this is it next chapter will entering Hellsing cannon and Seras will be joining the party. Woo hoo!
Cat out.
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