Chapter 12: Damien
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After the whole thing with Integra I felt better about working and living here. I had a feeling things were going to get better. And that's what went with me when I went to sleep that night. I woke up in the morning to the sound of banging on the door. I could guess Fergusson so I got ready as fast as possible, beating my last time by a few good seconds. Ferguson was standing outside the door in his standard uniform so I could tell I had made the right choice in the matter.
"Good Private Alighieri, however, still not in the time. 350, now."
"Sir, 350 what, sir?"
"Push ups." He said.
I thought he was absolutely fucking crazy. But I started on it anyways. At about 275 I began to feel the same exertion I would feel after 20; which was about halfway to done with it. It turned out to be a hell of a lot easier then I thought it would be and it turned out to be more boring than anything else.
"Alright, Alighieri, we have a few routine exercises that we need to go through. You said you wanted to be a sniper, so, we're going to give you a crash course in shooting."
"Thank you, sir."
"Afterwards, Alucard wants to see you, and then Walter after that."
"Yes, Sir."
We walked out from the catacombs and out of the mansion onto the same field we were in before we met another soldier. It was Briggs. He was holding two long range rifles. I couldn't tell what it was at first, and I wasn't really into finding out at the moment.
"Dude, what are you doing out of the infirmary?"
"Teaching you how to shoot a rifle properly, albeit I know you're a vampire, but there are still some things we have to cover. Now, we're going to go over a few of the basics in sniping today, and then put them to the test tomorrow. We're going to have to work on a few things differently since you're a vampire, but we'll still go over a few basics. First off, is a sniper ever alone?"
Of course I didn't know, but I had a feeling he wouldn't ask me the question unless the answer was no. "No, sir."
"Good, and you don't have to call me sir, we're of the same rank. Now, a sniper is of a team. A spotter and the sniper, the spotter will relay info. to the sniper in order for the sniper to get the right calibrations for the shot. Now, let's practice and get you some experience. Commander please set up one of the farther targets and we'll begin."
When we had taken our positions I laid down and waited for the target to appear, because I couldn't see it.
"Alright, take a look at one o'clock, please." I focused on that third eye again and found the target was a simple back on a pole with a bulls-eye on it.
"Okay, take practice shot." I shot once more, but missed. After a while we went through a few motions before we figured out the best way for me to snipe. Since the wind was blowing it blew the shot off target, however, since I didn't use a scope I had to compensate by moving the barrel of the gun in order to take the shot rather than to compensate by moving the bead on the scope.
"Alright, you've got the basics down, but you're no expert, so don't let it go to your head."
"Awesome. Thanks man."
"No problem. Now, don't you have somewhere you need to be?" he asked.
I remembered that I needed to see Alucard so I left the commander and Briggs to look for him. I was about to search the catacombs when I heard something up in Integra's office. I walked up the stairs and to the door to hear them in the office. I could make out what they were saying, but I had a feeling eavesdropping was very much frowned upon, so I tuned them out for a bit and sat down a few feet to the side of the door. This, as it turned out, was not such a good idea. I was leaning forward when all of a sudden the door burst open. Needless to say it was slammed right in my face. I wasn't really paying attention so I wouldn't have been able to block it.
"FUCK!" flew out of my mouth before I had a chance to stop it. I heard something crack, so I had a feeling I had broken my nose. The fact that it was gushing blood was also a pretty good indicator.
"You know, Poet, eavesdropping is not an admirable past time."
"I wasn't eavesdropping, I knew I had to come see you and I heard you in the office. I didn't really have anything better to do so I figured I'd wait a few minutes to see if you would be out. I didn't expect a door to bust me in the face and break my fucking nose."
"Hm, I see. Here, hold on a second." He then reached down with both hands and placed his thumbs on either side of my nose and straightened it, causing a cracking sound as it was put back into place.
"Gnnagh. Okay, that's better. Thank you, Master."
"Hn, you're welcome. Now come with me, we have something we need to practice something important."
I followed him outside and found that what he meant was practicing with shadows. Walking through walls and blending in mainly. It was actually pretty easy to walk through walls. It was kind of that 'there is no spoon' idea combined with an idea on portals. After a while I began to think of something else. I didn't necessarily have to walk through a wall. You more-so open a portal on one side and then open a portal on the other one. Once I got that down I was able to do it rather easily. And I wanted to try later to see if I could sort of teleport or something like that later. But now I was being taught how to blend into the shadows. It's actually pretty easy too. You simply picture yourself as part and then you essentially become a shadow itself. It's pretty freakin awesome.
"Tell me Poet, what did you say to my Master to make her change so?"
"What do ya mean?" I asked.
"Today, she asked Walter if he could start taking over for her for an hour or so a day so that she could take a break and not have so much to do. Also, giving me permission to look over and take on some of the paperwork so that she could get rest when it came up. Now, tell me, what did you say to her?"
I was kind of caught off, so I stopped trying to open a new portal to keep up the practice. "She said one of the big problems she had was that she was working too much and it was starting to get to her. I asked if that was it and she said yes. In not so nice words, I said that was kind of stupid and also said there was no reason for it. Even as far as to serve Queen and Country. Then I sort of rambled off the subject for a bit, but got it back on track when I needed to."
"So, that was it, I've been trying to do that for a while, but how did you do it?"
"I don't know. Maybe it was a perspective thing, or maybe I didn't end up acting like an annoying older brother and just pissing her off even further."
"So, you think she and I are like brother and sister?"
"Pretty much. You seem to act like the pain in the ass who tries to help her but she just doesn't want to listen, no offence master."
"None taken, poet."
"Alucard, Alighieri, we have a mission for you. There's been a report of ghouls in an abandoned warehouse and we're needed there. Alucard, you'll be accompanying them on this mission. Alighieri, depending on how this mission goes you may be facing a promotion."
"Thank you, Sir."
"So…shall we go?"
Warehouse
The mission went on just about as planned. I was still using the standard issue shotgun, but this time I was running only with Dorian and McDagget. It was pretty much the same as last time, only I wasn't going insane with bloodlust. As we went through the building I couldn't help but feel that something was going to go wrong and I was going to end up feeling the brunt of it somehow, but I wasn't sure when. My question, however, was answered when I saw Dorian fall with a silver blade through his throat.
I couldn't move for a second before I turned around to find I had two blades in me. One in my gut and the other in the center of my neck. Luckily, I knew I didn't have to breathe and knew how to avoid the basic reaction of such. I looked up to McDagget and said the only word I could.
"Run…"
"Master, I need help."
"So, it seems the dogs of Hellsing can't stand up to the true servants of God. Well, allow me to end your pain now." I stood in front of a brown haired man dressed in a simple brown suit, silver cross, and brown trench-coat. He was wielding daggers of some sort and I knew he knew how to use them much more proficiently then I could use mine.
'He just killed my team mate, insulted me and Hellsing, and put daggers in me. I don't care if I die again, I'm gonna kill him.'
'No, you have yet to be able to break into your powers fully, let me take over, and don't worry, he will pay.' Said a voice in my head. Then I knew no more.
Hellsing Mansion: Catacombs
I woke up in my bed with only a pair of pants on and a splitting headache.
"God, what the hell happened to me?" I asked aloud.
'Nothing, I simply took over for you and took down that bastard from the Vatican.'
"Wait, who are you?" I asked.
'I'm you, well sort of. Normally I can't communicate with you, but since I am a separate entity, albeit sharing the same body, I can now talk to you since we're vampires.'
"Wait, you mean, I have MPD?"
'Yeah, you do. I am you're split personality, I've been out once, but not for long. My name is Damien.'
A\N: Okay, I know that I haven't updated for a while and it's mainly because I've had writers block for the longest time, but I'm good now. Also, work's gotten in the way. But, I'm pretty sure, that I'll be back on track from before. Read, review, and I'll be back later.